Conceptual Collages, 2008 - 2009
Work done for Anne Enke.
This was a weekly journal consisting of an image collage and musings related to art, love, life, and the senses.
The journal is available online here.
Hands
2008 Sep 22. Full article here.
“My hands are my eyes are my hands”, I once wrote in my journal, in a script that I invented. As an artist, my body is my instrument, and my hands are the closest that I can physically get to my work. So I take good care of them, in the same way that a singer must never do anything that might harm the throat and the chest, in the same way that a pilot must never do anything that might harm the eyes.
The hands are such an expressive part of the body, in so many different ways. We gesticulate, we touch, we hold, we conduct, we dance, we create. Mani-pulate: to arrange with hands, stemming from the Latin word for hand, manus.
Fitting that the thing which creates so much beauty, is in itself, beautiful.
Wings
2008 Sep 29. Full article here.
The wings of birds and bats are but extended hands. As children, we mimic this in play, putting our hands together to create the shadow of a bird on the wall. We stretch out our arms and hands and race around the room, pretending to be birds or planes.
We have imagined a spectacular mythology of winged creatures-- sphinxes, phoenixes, fairies, pegasi, chimerae, dragons, griffins...
We covet their wings.
So we invented airplanes, helicopters, and rocketships.
Wondrous, that those big heavy metal machines actually get off the ground at all.
When we dream of flight, we dream of freedom.
I fly in my dreams. It's breathtaking, seeing the world's terrain stretch out below, far away. It's tenuous, I could fall any moment. It's only air holding me up.
Hands & Wings
2008 Oct 6. Full article here.
Dance
2008 Oct 13. Full article here.
Sky
2008 Nov 17. Full article here.
Blue
2008 Dec 1. Full article here.
Blush
2008 Dec 14. Full article here.
Hope
2009 Jan 26. Full article here.