Oil on Fiberboard
There is a delectable “unknown” hidden everywhere, behind everything. If I listen, it calls, and if I call, it listens. I want to stick my mind and heart and fingers into it and play hard. I start my work using random lines. I then pay close attention and wait.
It turns out that whenever I shut up, listen, and pay attention to anything at all, something happens. It feels like an idea or an impulse is coming into me from outside, as if I am receiving a Message from the Mystery.
I must act on it. I cannot think or hesitate because then it is lost. It is a volley, a call and response, a dialog. I make a move, wait, then another, and so forth. At each step everything changes.
The problem is how to make it “work”.
I don’t know quite what it is that makes something work or not work. But I do know that things that work are whole, powerful and true. They have an immediate and lasting effect. That is what I am trying to learn to do by doing.