Born In A Dream
I am nothing
I am everything
the paradox
the conundrum.
"Without me, you would not be."
I ponder this
and respectively reply,
"But without me,
you would not be known."*
This is the symbiotic paradox we swim in.
This is the conversation between the artist and the blank canvas. Until we make that first mark, there is nothing.
I think, why am I drawn to do this?
Imagining my life without making art is like looking into a large Vantablack hole...suffocating madness. This is my link to sanity, my holy grail, the chalice of my human redemption.
We all need a purpose to feel alive, making art is my "aliveness." When I pour myself onto the canvas my soul breathes. A sigh of calm descends and I am transcended.
* Paraphrase conversation between Abraham & God.
This is the conversation between the artist and the blank canvas. Until we make that first mark, there is nothing.
I think, why am I drawn to do this?
Imagining my life without making art is like looking into a large Vantablack hole...suffocating madness. This is my link to sanity, my holy grail, the chalice of my human redemption.
We all need a purpose to feel alive, making art is my "aliveness." When I pour myself onto the canvas my soul breathes. A sigh of calm descends and I am transcended.
* Paraphrase conversation between Abraham & God.
