Karen asked about this recent shift into the sketchbooks, wishing that lately there were at least “some” of the more exploratory, cryptic, tangled work that’s familiar to anyone who’s followed my work for a while. Basically, that kind of sustained thought process is simply not available to me right now, for a number of reasons. Even an hour is rare, so I’m grabbing at the world around me with a pencil for a few minutes at a time, trying to snatch flashes of image. It’s been a long time since I drew the world around me so much, and it feels good to be going through page after page again. Making myself a beginner again, shunning ambition. No “concept” here, except dogged looking and scribbling, tuning the instrument, regaining agility. Awareness, and occasionally, grace. “No ideas but in things” at the moment. It’s not so much an aesthetic for me – just an acknowledgment that my current life has no time for reflection. Drawing is enough like quiet contemplation that it keeps me from withering entirely while I wait for a moment to take a breath, one of these days.
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- Back to America
- On my own for a couple of hours. Cloudy afternoon.
- No time for ideas.
- Light Plays On Everything
- The Rock Feels Watched
- Querulous
- plant, chair, and WordPress for iPhone
- Cafe faces, cranky I
- Back at the cafe
- Into Blinding Light
- Denver, from the Auraria Campus Parking Lots
- New Header Image. Something a bit simpler.
- The Pelican, the Alembic, and the Concealing Wall
- The Helmet is a Veil
- Live Iron Sculpture Casting at Auraria Campus March 10th (my poster)
- For all the art talk and theory, an artist, regardless of their specific beliefs and cosmology, knows that when it goes well, the moment of making is a moment of grace, some kind of gift, a treasure and a privilege. This experience is as old as art is, although a lot of contemporary art talk belittles it. We, as artists, the kind that I mean, are not just content providers for... a luxury market, a network of institutions, a sophisticated discourse, and a social scene. We are, at our best, much more than that. What, then? I don't know, still. I just have a thread that I need to follow.
Time Casts Shadows
Edges soften or harden depending on the light source. Months merge to quick glimpses in the shadow of memory.Flashes are given sequence, and from the mind's turbulent puddle, we conjure up a stream.
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