Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time
Untitled-4.5″x 4.5″, Color Pencil and Digital
Looking back over my earlier posts have lost their images. I had a choice to correct the glitches, that I am disappointed losing or continue forward. I chose to continue forward.
I haven’t forgotten them they live on in my soul and behind these digital pages in a database on some server someplace. They are images that informed my current work.
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.
Left behind in a Memory
Memories are often a jump off point for creating a poem, lyric, or other piece of art. They can be enhanced, altered, enlarged, and explored. In fact, they are often only a representation of what we wish could be true. You might wonder why, I spend so much time rearranging and recreating a simple photograph. Just as we each have our own perception of the world, shaped by the past, present, and physiology. This is how I like to remind myself that this is my unique view of the world. Not reality, but my reality.
~ Bill Hendricks (Shadowmason)