My art tries to parse out depths visually and in connection, underpinned by congenital differences from the norm.
A piece that is open, surprising, satisfying, and speaks in unscripted ways is better for being that way.
I’ve often realized the power of artistic trust. There is wonder and whimsy in abundance when I don’t plan and plot and iron all the mystery out of art.
Poetry is the creative build, the dance between the inner world outside of ourselves and our own inner being. Art is concretely realizing this dance in a sharing manner.
Unfortunately, she has to pay the bills so I had some spare time in hotels while she worked on presentations or actually was on site. I got a few concept sketches done, my own form of productivity in such a setting. Here are quick iPhone snaps of some pages in my 8-1/2″x11″ black hardcover sketchbook. We spent much of our time being tourists or in transit. I wasn’t interested in documenting with my pencil (my cameras did that) so my sketchbook took on a different task.
Whale Dream is something I’ve been wanting to visit for a while now. There ought to be a few drawings I can pull out of this general theme. This one is the first – 17″ x 23″ finished size.
Just for the heck of it, I’m putting a photo of the piece as it currently sits on the easel in my studio. The clamps that are holding the (well sanded) wood strips on either side of the plexiglass drawing board allow me to easily move my mahl stick to any orientation while I’m working.
“You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul but cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world.” Emery Allen
A healing balm for a lover is life’s true blessing.
Today I am staying clear of the bellicosity entailed in the January 20, 2017 Washington DC inauguration of Trump. For me up here in my own little Canadian world I stay warm with thoughts of of all the wonderful ways my Lady blesses my life 🙂
“If the doors of perception were cleansed,
everything would appear to man as it is,
Our lack of sight defines us.
That definition of ourselves is constantly refined and outright changed by scientists, physicists and mathematicians, by philosophers, writers and artists. Their work shows us what we don’t see, where we lack sight. They make visible the negative spaces and dark matter and energy that interweave what we think is the whole of the perceivable universe.
We are continuous with the universe. This seems so obvious, and yet easy so very easy to be oblivious to. A fault I share, a reminder I am glad to get.
“You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean.”
Alan Watts. Philosopher, writer
The long view. The big picture. A slice of reality that gives context to the larger reality that we are ripples on the intersection of the infinite seas called Deep Space and Deep Time.
“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded,
A canal viewed from my hotel room window – Beijing sketch
I was lucky enough to accompany my Lady to Beijing this past November while she was there on business. A couple of Beijing sketches are the proof of that. It takes 12 timezones and 13 hours in the air to get to Beijing. Which actually means you land within minutes of takeoff but the next day when heading to Beijing. When coming home we landed within a few minutes of departure of the very same day –
there is a wellspring deep within me that will replenish itself continuously – a wellspring that raises up it’s own inexplicable yet significant gifts for me to try to clarify and express using innate talent and nurtured skill sets