Modern landscape painters
– how they are in such an expansive phase.
How exciting,
literally, to read (and hear, if you listen closely) the print conversation between
Martin and Gavin.
They are not
experimental, not mainstream, what comes of BOMB, the idea that perceptions are
to be blown up.
We are creating
anew, from a place of beauty, or more from a place of contact, take in the
changes – as poet Stanley Kunitz says in “The Layers,” “I am not done with my
changes” – and express them.
The conduit is not
hollow, sterile like a tube of stainless steel pipe but the sum total (on a
very good day) of your human soul.
Words are
important, and life lived that draws upon the undiluted attempt to express what
you see, feel, hear, taste, smell and envision will be art that matters.
Creation. Better
than the human species? Certainly far better than the worst of same, which,
sadly, is always dominant; it just seems more so these days.
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