An Artist’s Job
A statement of intent
Showing up every day — routinely making.
Mixing here — shifting liquid there… Stubble the brush to stipple; grab a waiting scrap to print the excess — and it’s exactly the thing! Catching the Muse unawares — sliding her into the Press — ripping the result into a collage to be stamped on, covered over, then embellished with one pencil mark creating a perfect circle — a continuous manifestation of thoughts, emotions, flesh, and sky.
The artist as hobo — slowly scratching with a stick amongst the detritus — looking for values that society has never considered. She transforms garbage into objects with the objective of arousing the perception that each of us can have of our own adventure.
She creates solitude to connect; lives with blood and nature — sees change as a catalyst — feels the wait (sic).
“And it doesn’t matter what the material is. The material may be the life of a man and the clothes of a man, a leather ball, or the relationship between space and time — it can be what one wants it to be; it just needs to be taken from below and thrown into the air.” Ettore Sottsass.
Here is my art experience — strongly wrapped around a conviction that making is transforming — oneself and others — either by leading by example, actively demonstrating the interchangeable nature of all things — or by communicating the importance of active participation in one’s own choice of how to navigate this amazing life.
