Inking some plates, when the truth hit
Sometimes things happen randomly and one struggles to make sense of it. Other times things fall into place almost magically and one gets the message, loud and clear. I'm talking about my art practice in general and I'm hesitant about calling it that, as I'm more inclined to think of it as an art life experiment. This is how it went... I tend to go all out when I do find that elusive groove where everything just clicks... colour, form, message, process, materials and all, and it's pure joy to make something that feeds the soul. Then the sun begins to set, the lights dim, and the flame goes out. Or something along those lines - and the search for the next groove begins. Experiments, journeys, bypasses, caves and tunnels, going off the rails and re-railing with difficulty and many false starts. "Again, from the beginning!" my piano teacher used to say ad nauseam. "With feeling!" These detours can take a round-about sort of route and would eventually bri...