What is art? A message in a bottle cast into the sea of life. Maybe it will sink without trace, never to be found. Maybe it will be found much later, sun-bleached and half eaten by ravages of time. And they will wonder, “Who did this, and what did they mean?” Maybe they will get my drift, or maybe they will construct their own. I am relaxed with that. And I will continue throwing my little bottles overboard.
Much of my art points to our foolishness, our pettiness. The folly of being human. The ridiculous rather than the sublime. I may tell you that you are small, but add, “just like me.”
The process of printmaking is a three Act play. First designing the image, then cutting the block, finally producing the print. The gods of Chance and Intent each intervene as the story develops, and nothing is resolved until the final scene.
This is why I love print. Like theatre, each print, each performance is different yet the same. The tension between the gods is always present.
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