Where do you meet the world? Or at least that part of you the world is allowed to have. How and where to do we intersect? As the world gets flatter, and our horizons stretch endlessly, where is it that the line is drawn? It is very exciting to have access like we have never had access before. So much is there within our reach...but...where will the mystery be?
I am not one of those who reads the last page of a book first, or wants anyone to spoil a movie for me. I like to explore, discover for myself. Puzzle a bit, let it unfold. Artists, good ones, head toward the unknown, we are always wanting more, but not the loss of mystery. What then would we do?
Give me an endless puzzle, or a series or several of them. That makes my palette drool...paintings, drawings, are access points. That's where I meet the world. Me. Well, I am just an artist...endlessly engaged in picking up a brush, moving a pencil across paper, playing with ideas. And sharing a bit with you.
Where do you meet the world? What is it that you do? Can you say it in just a few words? Yep. Talking to that designer again. He's as pushy as my muse. And he makes me think. How much to share, how much to leave private, what does the world need to know to get to the heart of the matter?
Yep. Not enough coffee in the world...go ahead if you like try it in just a few words, tell the world about you...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Access Points
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You know, it's funny--especially for those of us who blog, too--
I share a lot of "me" with folks "out there," but no one else really knows who we are but ourselves. So there is always mystery, I think. We share what we want to and keep those parts of us that we want for "just us--" that's what makes everyone endlessly fascinating, n'est ce pas? We're all so different and yet so alike.
I love to read the last page first and don't care about spoilers.
What does that say?
There are still plenty of mysteries to figure out.
When you started off on access points I thought maybe you were in Houston.
Not I hope...
I agree. There are those points of intersection, that put us right on the same page and yet the diversity is so fascinating. I think we offer up little bits where we can intersect hopefully with meaning.
I think it was an interview with Susan Sarandon once that I saw. She was asked how she made her roles so appealing. She said she looked for that one detail, something so very specific to the story and the universal was found in it.
Not too long ago I saw a picture of a small Afghan child on a rugged ridge, in the middle of nowhere with pretty pink sweater on...I immediately imagined her mother picking it out or helping to put it on her. That detail, a little girl's pink sweater and It pulled me into the story.
It's kind of like your story about your mother's seams and the care she taught you to have with them. That story says huge things about your family's humanity. That was so great for you to share it.
Hi PB- No far off from Houston, safe in Dallas I hope. It will get windy and the rain will come here though. But at least no thoughts of evacutaion. Just hunkering down til it blows over.
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