In the world of ‘art’ [as I see it] the evolution of what IT is grabs us by the heart and eyes, ears and throat, toes and hair all at the same time and encourages us to grow.
Maybe this growth is inhibited by fear.
Maybe this fear is based on a grid, a line, a memory.
Ef the Grid
We may create paper with ink, or proper when wet oil paintings, or installations that confuse us until we stop and encourage our brains to understand. We may create the “coolest damn picture I’ve ever seen”, but until we’ve put ourselves in a place that is vulnerable, we have not discovered what is worth living for.
