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31 December 2021
The Whole of 2021
In no particular order:
Clocked 838.9 active (running/hiking) miles (vs last year's 735.2). Started bouldering. Moments that seemed strangely surreal. Monarchs. More bouldering. Coyote friend on the trail in the morn. New Mexico twilight. This year's reads. Slow work. Autumn. Annual October road trip (ten days, six SW states, approximately 3200 miles; separate post to follow). White Sands, Alamagordo. Pumpkin. Sunrise at Mather Point Overlook. Trail work ahead (life application).
The visuals of 2021, a year that came and went far too quickly.
Pollock & Nougats
The memories I have of the Anderson Collection span nearly a decade and are many.
As I wove through the galleries again this past November, the poignancy of a life dedicated to art-making reverberated from wall to wall--filling internal caverns with what only could be described as understanding and absolution. I had been wracked with guilt for a long period, ignoring the pleas of my once feverish discipline to push ahead and continue with the work I was set to do. Questions lingered: to where had my expression disappeared? From what source had the overwhelming air of stagnancy come?
While wrestling with these thoughts, I pressed upon myself to recognize life in its unadulterated form once more: the abstract, yet beautiful world of two- and three-dimensional bodies occupied by intention and meaning. Revisiting works from Pollock, de Kooning, Diebenkorn, Jay Defeo, Wayne Thiebaud and Nathan Oliveira (among others) provided my noisy mind with a quiet parallel. That afternoon, I ended up unpacking the past--one painting at a time, from one to another.
-OH
The Relationships We Have
Is it possible to separate ourselves and our relationships from the carnal, the visceral, the flesh, the intellect? That is, can a relationship exist independent of its associations (inherent or otherwise)? Is it futile to search for a relationship that does not feed from expectation nor carries out like a well-structured syllabus? A relationship that exists in this sphere because it does--because to exist is enough?
02 May 2021
Songs of Our Past
This is for you.
A Search for
There is a reason painting cuts me as deep as it does and why the need to continue painting is unrelenting: it is both the means and the end to my existence. Painting is the vehicle by which I can reach and serve others——those who are yearning for resonance and connection, those who are searching for the greater meaning in their own lives. Sharing hope, even the smallest grain of it, with my fellow humans has been the driving force behind this impractical journey from the very beginning. It is what gives my days meaning, and it is what provides a sense of permanence in a world that is ever fleeting.