PAINTING and NAMING
I want to describe this world to you - to name everything. Each thing, as I see it, as I walk through it. To fill it in, each part, and tell you how it is. This is my love and what binds me back in to this strange and incurious world.
The painter reaches out and pushes in, the touch of the brush reassures the world that it exists. The paint soothes and gives strength. Painting is an evoking, the pressure of a physical solidity that is close to naming. Each is an attempt to draw closer, an act of recognition, of love and of the need to bind oneself more closely to the seen world. Words should be as solid, physical, as determinedly close to the thing as the movement of paint. Tangible and oily.
I want to describe this world to you - to name everything. Each thing, as I see it, as I walk through it. To fill it in, each part, and tell you how it is. This is my love and what binds me back in to this strange and incurious world.
The painter reaches out and pushes in, the touch of the brush reassures the world that it exists. The paint soothes and gives strength. Painting is an evoking, the pressure of a physical solidity that is close to naming. Each is an attempt to draw closer, an act of recognition, of love and of the need to bind oneself more closely to the seen world. Words should be as solid, physical, as determinedly close to the thing as the movement of paint. Tangible and oily.