As you venture out towards the edge of the Universe, the architecture starts to get weird. Scaffolding becomes beautiful. No space is unfilled or full. Distant points occupy the same location.
Could you build a structure out of metaphors?
Smooth Ray #1236 is watercolor and ink on paper, mounted on wood panel. Framed to 5.5×5.5”
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I want to say a big thank you for all the support I have received recently.
Those of you who purchased work, it means a lot. The impact goes beyond the financial and shows up, for me, as encouragement to keep exploring and gratitude for the value you see in that exploration.
To the sender of a wonderfully encouraging and validating postcard, thank you. To all the Free Little Art Galleries that share my and other artists’ efforts, thank you.
And for the likes and shares and comments on posts, the conversations, the words of encouragement … all of it. Thank you.
Now, about this weird piece.
The image is made by dipping thread in ink and laying it on paper to make shapes, and then building off those with watercolor. I love how the red in the stain on the frame echoes the painting tones, and the right angles of the wood contrast the curving landscape. And the absurdity of the image. … .
It’s in the shop, if someone wants to take it home. Until then it can live with me in the new house-studio.
It is an interesting thing, to live with the art you make.
If I cover my walls with art that I made … is there really even anything there? It’s Me seeing Me. Like a mathematical equation where the Self balances out and the walls disappear …
Maybe, to be surrounded by yourself, to recognize your Self in every object and perspective and experience and being, maybe that’s peace.
But then, what does it mean to be surrounded by art other people made?
If I cover my walls with art made by other people, I am surrounded by perspectives and ideas that seemingly originated somewhere else, outside of me. … But I connected with them, recognized my own self in them, enough to want to keep them close. …
Perhaps to be immersed in anything, such as a work of art, to the point where the idea of “self” as a reference point is lost … perhaps that is also peace.
Lately, I think art may really be a verb, “Art-ing” — to make or experience an object as a mirror, an object that reflects our Self back to us in some form or aspect. … And then we could skip any debate of “is it art” and replace that question with “does it make me art”?
