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Order from Chaos
I have found doing art to be one of the few areas of my life I have
any control of, and, ironically, find the work most successful when I
am not trying to control it.
Michaelangelo's Slave Sculptures are what it looks like when an artist
is wrested mid-creation, literally and figuratively. In this case it
was to go work on the Sistine Chapel (i think). Michaelangelo wrote
about seeing his figure in the stone, and his divine quest was it's liberation.
Here preserved is the Slaves' struggle for freedom from the marble
in which they are entombed.
The artist's mission is to chisel that stone, make that mark, hit that next note, pen that word.
Ideally, the piece I am working on makes all of the decisions.
I just have to be undistracted enough to recognize it.
But we are in very distracting times...
BELOW: Michaelangelo's Slaves (unfinished)
I thaw it at the dog park
I started taking pictures of gardens and flowers long before the pandemic.
Specifically dead or dying flowers became somehow even more relevant then.
That interest has since morphed into a concept beyond even the Rolling Stones' lyric "send me dead flowers at my wedding..."
The inherent beauty and structure of the flower is captured amidst entropy.
Perhaps I'm dealing with my own mortality...