My dad would sit in his favorite chair, eyes closed and say he was thinking, while my mother nagged him that he was asleep. He certainly was thinking, as we all do this critical activity in very different ways. I do my best thinking first thing in the morning, just upon waking, looking out my long vertical bedroom windows at the trees in the Eno State park, as they become a canvas to my new creations. I come up solutions to my work, almost as if they are epiphanies.
My next body of work is starting to conceptually solidify, a process I let intuitively grow, unconsciously letting my ideas coalesce at their own pace. Our recent predicted snowfall of 1-3”, that ended up being 11”, truly accelerated the process.
Please realize, these are ideas/visuals in progress.
On the cusp of my retirement, I am trying understand the links between the bodies of work I have created over the years, connecting its sources and attempting to realize how it may all tie together. By working full time in my tree surrounded studio, I am returning to the inspiration for the written forms I have developed over the years. I am drawing from the calligraphic forms made by flowing branches, branching patterns creating details, and angled shapes made from overlapping limbs, all woven into an indecipherable mass of lines. I am also now seeing this vista through a second set of eyes, those of my Vizsla puppy (soon to be two-years old) Gus, as he scans the sky-bound branches tracking his sought squirrels’ routes on their aerial highways. Now, my artistic responsibilities include mapping these paths (for Gus of course), sharing this experiential place that emphasizes time/space intervals (ma) and the spiritual gracefulness of my surrounding space.
So, what does snow have to do with this. Those eleven inches made a solid white background, separating the overlapping branches that comprise the layers of my compositions, clarifying details through contrast and emphasizing the undulating limbs, now accented by thick white lines. I was able to take some amazing photos, and now, as I continue to process my ideas, can’t wait to get started.