For many years, I was a landscape painter, working on location. But it became increasingly clear that whatever seemed to be an objective experience was entirely resident in consciousness. A sprawling landscape evokes the infinite, yet infinity doesn't reside in a time or place. A landscape is entirely within, a mental/emotional/spiritual geography. So, I have turned to a more intuitive approach to art making. I sense so much latent terrain that wants to be made visible, much more than I can see, imagine, or "create". Removing myself from the process seems the healthiest path. It's certainly more fun than willful posturing, and it opens up unexpected vistas. So, I listen...and hear paintings waiting to be born. I invite them to use my studio.
Rilke comments on this ongoing process:
We are not permitted to linger, even with what is most
intimate. From images that are full, the spirit
plunges on to others that suddenly must be filled;
there are no lakes till eternity. Here,
falling is best. To fall from the mastered emotion
into the guessed-at, and onward.
-Rilke, To Hölderlin (1st stanza)
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