Nearing the end of my first international show I begin to sort out my cluttered brain. As with the start of a painting I have decided to spew forth impressions and word sketches and lights and darks lit and shadows —-arbitrary thoughts. Maybe from this a missive will form or maybe a painting. Here too, I will try to post the drawn sketches that bubbled up this past week wondering my the word art wedded with line has merit?
Masses of people– moving jostling chaos
Language like the body deceptively similar
Tea strong and dark is redder than coffee
Masses of edifices covering earth – dominance, control, sculpting and shaping some evoke feelings- some for pure function
Animals loved in a shelter naming a bus stop to guide humans
One tiny Dickens street a new business owner greets us
muted colors but for the daffodil
Clotted cream piled on toasted scones plops to the table top
Upper deck of the red bus skimming around between in and out how does it miss the yellow concrete post?
In the halls of antiquity spirits whisper, who are humans today? recognizably repeating past patterns
Darkened weight of mystery of past events and spirits.
Where are you night sky of pin point lights?
FLashing, brilliant playful dancing colors
soft edges of drips through brake lights
circles and circuses and crescents slow traffic in the tiny streets.
How did the bus make that turn and not hit the yellow concrete post?
Did that car really drive through that gap?
kissed in firm grips on both cheeks by the incredibly willowy tall German artist neighbor
a neighbor complaining no one buying
small small places —bull in a china shop
living within the aged – such sense of humility it is not the I
Little flower pots upside down on chimneys
dense humanity weaves in chaos
What does it do for humanity to live in all dominance?
Waterways flat roads crisscross iridescent green
Living amoungst the aged…a great sense of humility as I am but one—n a smidgeon of transient grease