This is my
Facebook post of November 18th...on a roll!
"Today's confession: I'm having a love affair with this piece. Can't get enough of it-my gaze is never long enough. It's as if it's been made outside the usual way I make things and has been “given” to me. “Did I make this?”.
It has all the elements of what I've been working on. It speaks of beauty and a liveliness that's just way fun to do. It's also done in a freeing mode of not trying to accomplish anything. I love the color, the form of the leaf prints and the drawing into that, that is wildness.
That's been the theme of all of this latest work but this one speaks to me more deeply....like there's an intimacy of life in it, the intimacy I'm moving towards. An intimacy that is also mysterious and unpredictable.
So the confession is that I'm uncomfortable posting about things that feel undone, incomplete and messy. I'm also uncomfortable posting about perfection and what I love; my heart skips a beat or two at the very thought of being out there with this.
And yet....only sort of!!!
At the very same time, there's no stopping me...I'm all in and make no qualms about any of it. I love all the messiness, all the uncertainty and I f___ing love the beauty that just flows out of me."
"Today's confession: I'm having a love affair with this piece. Can't get enough of it-my gaze is never long enough. It's as if it's been made outside the usual way I make things and has been “given” to me. “Did I make this?”.
It has all the elements of what I've been working on. It speaks of beauty and a liveliness that's just way fun to do. It's also done in a freeing mode of not trying to accomplish anything. I love the color, the form of the leaf prints and the drawing into that, that is wildness.
That's been the theme of all of this latest work but this one speaks to me more deeply....like there's an intimacy of life in it, the intimacy I'm moving towards. An intimacy that is also mysterious and unpredictable.
So the confession is that I'm uncomfortable posting about things that feel undone, incomplete and messy. I'm also uncomfortable posting about perfection and what I love; my heart skips a beat or two at the very thought of being out there with this.
And yet....only sort of!!!
At the very same time, there's no stopping me...I'm all in and make no qualms about any of it. I love all the messiness, all the uncertainty and I f___ing love the beauty that just flows out of me."
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