Inking some plates, when the truth hit
Sometimes things happen so randomly that one cannot make sense of it. Other times things happen and one gets the message, even if it takes a little while to become clearer. I'm talking about my art practice in general. And I'm humbly calling it an art practice, as I'm more inclined to think of it as an art life experiment. Here is why: 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 b...