5:02 PM: just back from our stupa walk. the creek, the snow, which still blankets the creek, has melted a bit with above freezing temperatures, creating some wonderful shapes. shapes that are as sculptural as the are sexual, sensual. this blanket of nsow hides the details; the little twigs and smaller rocks. there’s very little color. blacks, whites & shades of warm grey. the ripples of melted creek water reflect the grey sky and introduce patterns into the flowing smoothness of the fresh snow. what if, i wonder, brush in hand, cut pieces of note paper, maps, newspapers ready to glue down, what if these ripples were blue, red, green?
DETAIL: 1/22/20 collage
here, in this detail of my 1/22/20 collage is one answer. and this is why i love to say that art is play. not exclusively, but to a large degree the delight you see in the eyes and the movements of 6 year olds making drawings, it’s exactly that delight i’m talking about. deciding, in the moment i’m moved, to pick up a blue crayon or collage a yellow piece of paper i am listening, yes to my decades of experience and of looking at great art from around the world, but as well i’m making an instictive choice, which for me as fun, pure delight.
BELOW: 1/22/20 collage, 25 x 8 1/2”
