“Lift the lid of velvet dawn, night lowing at raven wing, pine needle rustle, the story fades, ripples on the night.
Lay victim to the subconscious, sweet dreamer.”
Is all of this writing really necessary?
50 posts into a new journa,l I freely admit to the narcissism of vanity writing, but I need to say, it really helps me nail down some of what is floating through my head and give me a small sense of personal validation by way of giving time to my inner thoughts and personal inner life.
My time spent in the studio and time spent writing is time spent trying to connect with ideas and anyone beyond my own personal borders…
I’m not sure on the “how” or “why” of it all, but up until recently, I’ve lived inside a box of my own construction. Censoring my ideals, ideas, and ambitions to satisfy someone else’s needs of personal worth.
When any of us act this way, we are without a doubt, our own greatest limitation. 50 posts into this I want to say something to myself while no one is looking…
…Let’s make these last few years counts.
Lets not define ourselves purely by tradition…..
Yes… “Beauty is essentially a matter of values; if values are confused,if there are no standards, if valueless things are admitted among the valued, judgments of beauty lose their basis.”
Using the values of tradition as a platform to move from, rather than as an endpoint, allows for the viewer a path into the work, a set of values that they can be familiar and comfortable with. And yes, the confines of tradition can give the artist a safe baseline to build from.
A structure to fill.
A place to explore beauty.