WINTER:WORK CONCERNING WINTER
Winter: a time, a space - of the world, of the mind, of thoughts and feelings. Winter - empty spaces, silent intervals, as if the connective tissue that connect events (color, sound) has withdrawn, retreated, retracted, and there appears in its place an emptiness. But no - it's something else, something that goes and something else that returns, and perhaps beneath both, something that stays, remains, abides - this is what I'm after to bear witness to here.
The silences of winter. I intend to create a space for this silence, to welcome it as a messenger of something I'm not quite sure of, but which is of value - especially in these times we live, when silence has been all but banished.As a result, a great emptiness intrudes on our lives. This is to say that these silences are not empty.
I often think my poems are surrounded by a great silence, a great fertile silence. The words come out of that and condense into sounds and words. But these paintings - I think there is a great silence within them, and it is out of this they grow. My series "The Garden of the Golden Sections" grows out of something else - a dynamic energy coursing through the gift of the world. But these winter paintings here perhaps echo the other side of this. The mystery of how the world works - through both.
Winter: a time, a space - of the world, of the mind, of thoughts and feelings. Winter - empty spaces, silent intervals, as if the connective tissue that connect events (color, sound) has withdrawn, retreated, retracted, and there appears in its place an emptiness. But no - it's something else, something that goes and something else that returns, and perhaps beneath both, something that stays, remains, abides - this is what I'm after to bear witness to here.
The silences of winter. I intend to create a space for this silence, to welcome it as a messenger of something I'm not quite sure of, but which is of value - especially in these times we live, when silence has been all but banished.As a result, a great emptiness intrudes on our lives. This is to say that these silences are not empty.
I often think my poems are surrounded by a great silence, a great fertile silence. The words come out of that and condense into sounds and words. But these paintings - I think there is a great silence within them, and it is out of this they grow. My series "The Garden of the Golden Sections" grows out of something else - a dynamic energy coursing through the gift of the world. But these winter paintings here perhaps echo the other side of this. The mystery of how the world works - through both.
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