Whether a work of art is in a museum or still on the easel, for the artist, they are linked to one another like siblings, born of the same mother. They may linger on the drawing board as orphans or float around in art limbo, somewhere out on the horizon as her potential offspring. As they take form in other worlds, other mediums, they may resurface as new personas. Impervious to time and space, imagery is boundless. The dream narrative flows like a seamless sleep; herein lies my awakening.Monday, February 27, 2006
Mon Atelier Art Space
Whether a work of art is in a museum or still on the easel, for the artist, they are linked to one another like siblings, born of the same mother. They may linger on the drawing board as orphans or float around in art limbo, somewhere out on the horizon as her potential offspring. As they take form in other worlds, other mediums, they may resurface as new personas. Impervious to time and space, imagery is boundless. The dream narrative flows like a seamless sleep; herein lies my awakening.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
from the bottom of the sea to the top of the summit, I am an archeologist of human condition, as I search the heart for images to lift all our spirits.
yess
Post a Comment