Monday, March 5, 2018

Beginning With Nothing, Ending With Something

What Are You Thinking?


How to describe that feeling- 
the electrical charge of the first stroke 
on the pristine white canvas-
transformation,
suddenly the canvas 
becomes real. 

Beginning with nothing and ending with something,
energy captured 
between the boundaries of the stretcher bars,
it's magic-
the magic of my imagination. 

When someone asks an artist to explain their art, well the difficulty of that sits in the space with no sound - a whisper of creation only the artist hears - a secret language that's not a language at all - a conundrum of communication.

We mine the library of our conscious thoughts in an effort to describe the miracle of our imaginations. 

For the first six months of our lives, we see only through the rods of our black and white world- then one day we blink our eyes open and tadaa our cones have matured and our world becomes the Land of Oz, a kaleidoscope of hues.

What did our six month-old selves think?

We had no alphabet to bridge the sense of sight with the nebula of thought - 
objects were simple color fields,
we hadn't learned the art of naming things,
so how did we think? 
without words?

That's art and what I believe Picasso meant when he said, "I want to paint like a child." Which is why that five minute elevator speech is so damn hard to write. 




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