My body my art

gel medium photocopy transfer of my landscape and my body pictures I’ve taken. On indigo dyed wood, with graphite, ink and acrylic. And found objects: old fake flower petals from the cemetery, balls of string, broken pottery collected from stream banks, collected rocks,

The landscape images are repeated in a four patch grid, two being mirror images of the other.

I could be thinking about body in landscape, moving through landscape, the mundane, the ugly, the beautiful, centering, cycling-to put words to the visual art.  Universal theme.  Nothing special.  The making and the visual result is the thing, not the ideas. The inspiration is the material, for me.  The found objects create nostalgic feelings, or historical, mysterious, body sexual, etc etc. Life. 

Hebrews 11:1

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen

Mary Oliver in Upstream mentions Yeats’ negative capability which the hashtag of that led me to someone starting on Instagram: “the unknown is the essence of hope” which led me to Hebrews 11:1

Eternity and time

The disciples before Jesus

Jesus before Jesus

The people before Jesus

Grandfathered in.

The chicken or the egg?

The first chicken: Adam

Given Eve

No nucleus things

Climbing into other things

to make a home

A cooperation

even just for today

picture taking goals:

a bridge arch way reflected in water to make a circle

(my pale legs up his darker body but I’m to afraid to ask)

“Free” signs along the side of the road

Corn field lines

Outside waterway pipes with rushing water

A small rock in water surrounded by large dark rocks. Basically darkness into light.