I am writing here as a way of communicating all the rest of the stuff. The updates about what is happening with my project; www.anotherweather.org, and all the in-between things that need a casual mention.
I have come to realise that images alone are not enough. Writing is the tool to distill and refine ideas, and in taking care to say what I mean, I figure out what I mean.
Sometimes with an art education, one tends to cultivate a separation between the everyday happenings of a life being lived and the art that is being created. I find this to be a problem, in that I want art to be part of everyday life, without this removal, but to still retain the autonomy and the integrity of the art as it stands alone.
This image is from a journal from many years ago. It recycles itself over and over, its significance changing a little from time to time. I place it here in this context:
- It is a found image, probably from a national geographic magazine.., I tore it out and glued it into journal well before i thought of collecting sources.
- The paper sheets hung in the tree are wishes, ideas, prayers or thoughts that have been left there for the elements to work on. I am interested in this act of placing them there to be taken care of.
So, first post anxiety aside, here goes.