Hindsight

4/3/15 Notes to Myself:

Eggs Static
How much do you know about an artist
simply by looking at their work?  

I've often wondered about the written
analysis of art work. While the
academic intellectualized interpretation
can be helpful I've always had a desire
to know a little more about what the
artist may have been experiencing. 
Often that's not possible. 

I believe I'm drawn to certain subjects for
a reason. Part of my process includes
accepting that at face value and not
analyzing it to death so I can receive
the heart of the lesson...if there is
one. Usually there is for me. That's where
the hindsight comes in.

Eggs are a fascinating subject to me. They
are beautifully simple. Yet, as simple
as they are in form they weren't simple
for me to paint. So that's where I began.

A few studies for practice on the subject
of eggs turned into an exploration. As
the studies progressed I thought they would
make an interesting larger work if put
together in unison as a "composite".

In each canvas I made an attempt to capture
everyday white and brown eggs
in a variety of ways. I started
with the shells being split in half. Then
I moved into crushing them further and mixing
the brown and white together. The whole egg
emerged somewhere before moving
to exploring the inside yolk and
albumen. There was no plan for a 
final size. The work evolved of its own
accord.

Upon completion, and with some hindsight,
I realized the work had a deeper 
connection to my life journey.
On one hand it mirrored much of how
I had been feeling over the past year. 
Challenged,broken and vulnerable but
on the way to something new. It brought
perspective to the reality that my 
life is a work of art; a composite
of thousands of experiences. And that
in my brokenness I was brought back
to my painting. (Perhaps that's the "yolk"
or nutritious center of my being.)
Equally apparent was the fact that
although the "shells" may look different
on the outside what lied within
was the same! Affirming for me the
commonality of the inner human experience.

I believe mankind, like eggs, are 
a fragile species often with cracks in 
the exterior. They may be hairline
and barely visible or significant
demarcations. Sometimes the cracks 
rupture and the shell loses it's
power of protection. Perhaps this is
the beauty of a broken egg! The
possibility of something new emerges.

  



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