these days I need some kind of shovel. Have i become an artist in its' purest sense. words fail me when it comes to writing about my myth of creation series. words do not fail those who see it though. quandary. positive though. The words for it fail me miserably consistently. so much in there. I remember way back in my art school days, burning the candles at both ends, words , explanations, in explicit detail, no problem. this is of course,visual art, and I figure that I must be becoming a visual artist in the essence of that term. boggles me. frustrated me, feel trapped without the words somehow. the paintings are speaking for themselves though. a vortex. an archaeological dig, for me, and you who can see.
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