To hide one’s imagination behind technical process is a sin against one’s potential for discovery… just as it’s a sin to hold perfection as a standard and pinnacle of beauty.
This is a short series of 15 works made in celebration of the November and December Leonid meteor shower.
It’s autobiographical, a personal iconography of a celestial herald for change. A herald for countless stories, as I’m sure it is, has been, and must be for others.
There’s a strength and comfort to be found in illusion made real by a life lived.
I’m seeing Dots at the 2015 Akar Yunomi Invitational!
All of the yellow dots have turned red since yesterday and now I’m relaxing into deciphering how this resonates internally. I’m going to enjoy this momentary validation of my approach to both the materials and ideas that I’m putting on the pile. It’s comforting to see that I haven’t spooked everyone out the backdoor with a bit of “the Ol’ Jolly Jim”.
Now I get to find out if anyone is open to entertaining the idea of a presentation of larger body of work.
Tender twigs stretch for sunbeam
And bark to shed new leaves.
For the journey demands walking and this soul is tired of running.
Hours to falling upon meadow grass.
Mellow the months ahead
And may still streams steady
this worried mind of mine.
The sacred plinth.
A nest of palm and fingers… warming… waiting… opening
While I float creaking and crumbling,
breathless, patience, perchance
a thought pulled down,
a spirit afore,
I am filled by you,
humoring the Bone
I keep looking for reasons and ways to show as much bare clay as I can.
It’s a bit of a tease…