This summer was unlike others. The sun shone endlessly, the ground was hard and parched, and the air smelled acrid with smoke. The world has changed, and everyday it seems to grow smaller, while all of nature shrinks before our heavy footsteps.
So how, or should I say, why should we make art in this time?.
Is it too trivial, too pedantic, too irrelevant?
So I brought this picture out, to remind myself that we are by nature creative, adaptive beings, who live in societies which co-operate. As an individual, I add my part to society, hopefully to benefit the group, and to do as little harm as possible.
Artists, if they are doing their job, act as reflectors, they mirror the zeitgeist of the time with delicate metaphors. When I paint landscape, it is a plea for sanity, and a hope that we can protect the wonders that exist, as much as we should protect each other.
So how, or should I say, why should we make art in this time?.
Is it too trivial, too pedantic, too irrelevant?
So I brought this picture out, to remind myself that we are by nature creative, adaptive beings, who live in societies which co-operate. As an individual, I add my part to society, hopefully to benefit the group, and to do as little harm as possible.
Artists, if they are doing their job, act as reflectors, they mirror the zeitgeist of the time with delicate metaphors. When I paint landscape, it is a plea for sanity, and a hope that we can protect the wonders that exist, as much as we should protect each other.
These abstract paintings I have been working on..in some ways it feels like a a search for a direction to walk in that will make sense out of a formless landscape, a spirit guide to map the land ahead.
I just heard the geese flying overhead. September is here, time for a new beginning.