Pointing in the right direction
Years ago I was not sure in which direction my art was going. Some time, a long time, was spent searching, reading, reaching out into the world and into myself for what I considered the meaning of life. Eventually, I came to believe there is an above. I realized one has to come to this conclusion separately from the religious and academic dogmas offered to us. Often the way is through our troubles. Breakthroughs come in our private, vulnerable moments, when our defenses are down and we can't will or force our way out. We are just helpless in that moment. If we don't run, and we don't try to make things better or make something happen, and stay with it, sometimes something good can happen and something grows. This result is to be trusted, because it was not manufactured through conscious effort.
In my introduction to my booklet “Breakthroughs” I wrote “My work is about exoneration. Sometimes it's okay not to be okay. So many pressures exist today, so many stresses. One has to be “on” all the time. From time to time, it's best to step back and admit we don't know, to not try to make it happen. Out of this quiet and acceptance, mysteriously, there might be a change for the better.”
My dad once said that different unrelated experiences sometimes combine to make a special totality. I have been an artist, veered away, traveled many roads, ordinary and not, and returned hopefully with understanding and knowledge. I think my drawings, poetry, writing and thinking are pointed in the direction I, and we, need to go.