I am touching a place that I have only dreamed of reaching.
There is a dance and a trembling at once. It sounds dramatic, but this time it feels serious, not a close call or near miss. If there is a target one could hit it once, twice, or rarely three times in a life span. The canvases spring open to catch hold of all of what is inside and out. I am free to trust the rapid explosions and let them be.
My studio wall
Thick paint, thin paint, canvas showing and not, what is insinuated, thwarted, kept or pushed back become a collision of my stories, worn tapestries coming to life, long histories, some surprise, a land of shape and weight that arises from the woven color that reconciles joy and misery. An important key to creating endearing and enduring art: make it for yourself
Etched brain scan light box from Negative to Positive. l
THE MURMURING OF MISSING PIECES
News or no news. Ponderings and acceptances. Fresh starts, revelations,
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