
My nights of basement/craftroom time with Jacob have been productive. I'm enjoying the dreamy quality of these photos (thanks to my glamorous camera phone). They're all misty and void of focus. Meh. It's alright. The nights have felt similarly.
I used to have the first collage (first pic) hanging up on my wall --- in its unfinished half-baked stage --- about three years ago. I could've made it last night though, and let me be honest here, that seriously surprises me. I know that at a certain point in life, an artist's eyes can be set on making the same impact, working out the same visuals, but it still looks and feels so fresh to me.
While discovering all these old friends, I came across this little 'tutorial' of sorts that I had made. It's a bit fuzzy in its execution. I was writing out on graph paper my art's philosophy: I don't paint or draw; I'm a relationship maker between images. I went on and on about these things that I still so adamantly feel. I had just told Jacob the night before, in fact, about my draw to these clippings. Each individual square/rectangle can stand alone. Put into a grid or a Rubik's Cube, that square/rectangle MUST relate in some way to the others.
My heart warmed realizing this unchanging belief that I've had now for years about my artwork. Here I am reprocessing&recreating the same visual messages. The second photo is part of a new piece. Looking through it all, and the images I'm continually drawn to, I feel like I'm somehow making a point to impose structure on the unpredictable wildness of the world --- but specifically of femininity. Without taking the time away from these unfinished works, I don't think I would have realized the real commitment I have made to working with images of women. Does this mean I'm just grappling with issues of femininity myself?
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you are an artist - in so many ways you live your life and create.
i love you!
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