Art is how I move through and resonate with the world. It is how I communicate, explore, and define my own thoughts. Art is a reason for living, a reason for being. Art is breathing and breath.
On being back in an old place but with a new life. The recognition of this new life is freeing and a fresh energy has ignited. Perhaps it is possible to re-enter and find joy where once too much difficulty dwelt.
This is my summer of reinterpretations.
Being back in the place that took such effort to leave is weighing on me and I am feeling numb. The routine is too familiar to my past life I wanted to move on from, even disappear from, and not knowing how temporary my stay is feels debilitating.
Art is a quiet, unseen conversation. Between the artist and the art, the art and the viewer, the artist and the viewer.
Though I don’t know if I am quite okay with the term, ‘viewer’. Maybe a better title is, ‘participant.’ But sometimes there is a connection stronger than even that.
I don’t think you can own art - and art can’t own you. It’s a companionship, a friendship, a loyalty. It’s an understanding that you are there for each other in such a way that the life of each is elevated, recognized and valued. Maybe instead you pay to be the caretaker of a piece of art.
Currently, I am the caretaker of 7 pieces of art.
I grew up looking out over the distant lake every single day. That was my childhood. Those were my teenage years and into adulthood. And just now, as I stand in an upstairs room at my parents’ house, lost in view gazing out my old bedroom window, I realize maybe that’s why it feels absolutely imperative and ingrained in me to have bodies of water always in my life.
Art is communication at a very emotional and elemental level. - Jason Horejs
Black and white photographs.
There is a distillation in black and white photography, a distillation of soul. The expression on form or shape through light and shadow. It may also be patterns or compositions.
There is an atmosphere of singularity I seek after in my photography.
The thoughts and feelings I have are so elusive and inhabit no body of words…most often I am speechless.
I have a hard time talking and writing about my black and white photography. Which I find perplexing since I usually am good with words, especially written words. I will be making a deliberate effort to express my thoughts on my work over the coming months. And while it’s tempting to research online what others are saying about black and white photography, I will refrain and look first to myself, listen intently to express what I feel inside about my art.
Art is a dedicated and exploratory practice of a thought.
Art is made for its own sake. And for the sake of humanity.
The world needs art - the world must have art.
I must create art.
Art is that freedom which brings the most beauty.
Art is not to be forced nor controlled.
Art is not to be forced nor coerced. It’s a process of submission and action which you can either fight and be frustrated with, or accept and abide in the pure joys that come from that form of discovery. My friend, Dan, said ‘Art is about the process. If your goal is to surprise and delight yourself, you will get there.’
Surprise and delight yourself. That is a wonderfully positive perspective.
I need to let go of the grasps I place on the end results of what will be on the wall. When I grip it, it only frustrates me and therefore my art. My ideas become a tangled mess of threads shedding off a raiment of fabric.
Do I create my art? Or is it waiting to be found. Not just discovered, but uncovered. I am not to be controlled by my art either. It cannot and does not tell me what to do. There is an equal relationship between my body and this body of work that is yet to come forth. Like a dance. Or maybe an adventure, or something reminiscent of that wild abandonment of childhood summer days and nights. That freedom which brings the most beauty.
Art is the creation of something from nothing.
Art is a transfer of energy.
I have held onto this image for years. I still love it.
I've missed my old blog, Lorien Hall Everyday. I miss the simplicity - the pared-backness about it. I've missed having a dedicated space to write. And I've missed writing. Sometimes I find when I shift things around for the sake of improvement, I create a less productive situation. But how could I have known prior? Like when I moved my computer desk from the nook to the west wall and ever since then I have spent such little time on my computer. I moved it because I wanted to put a chair in the nook so I could sit there and read and write and enjoy the sunlight coming though the windows. I don't do that. Maybe it's the chair. I spent more time in the nook when I had my desk there.
Since combining my blog with my website, I find that I am less motivated to write.
So now I will move my computer desk back to the nook and I will separate out my blog from my website. I hope that by so doing I will move my work and my writing along in a more steady and consistent manner. I want to be a productive person, more so than I am today. And while I am becoming to believe less and less that there a magic trick to becoming productive, hopefully these changes will have an impact.
These changes represent a larger picture of what I am going through right now. I am trying to find my way forward. 2017 has proved to be a very different year for me. In some ways it's been good and positive, but in other ways it has been my worst year yet. This is especially true financially. I have never been in a worse financial spot than I am now. Also I have never been in a more confusing spot as to my future than I am now...immediate and distant. I have ideas for the future and I am moving on those, but as an artist who is staying in the artist's vein, I am taking the less predictably stable route. I can't not do this. If I am not meant to be a full-time creative for life then I will have to be knocked over the head and dragged towards my new profession. And if that new direction is where my future happiness and success lies, then so be it as I know I can always lead a create life otherwise. But until then I will fight to pay the bills by what beats in my heart the most.
So now I will wish myself the best of luck in this endeavor.
I LOVE this beautiful story - what a legacy this man has left.
Sun touches water.
You touch water.
You touch the sun.