Category: Walking Reflections

Walking Reflections — November 8

From the Set Aside Box

An abstract watercolor in blue, black, and yellow tones — architectural forms intersect like machinery and skyline, both mechanical and human.Caption: An image once set aside — rediscovered as part of a continuing conversation.
An old image — part of a new dialogue.

A few days ago, I watched the video linked above, “3IATLAS Just Revealed Unbelievable Photos That Shocked NASA and Harvard | Michio Kaku.” On my walk today, this image came to mind, and I felt there was a connection.

A bit dystopian — one AI-generated and mine not — but they both share a feeling.
One states it; one you have to interpret.

The strongest statement in the video was this: “They said we failed the evaluation. The evaluation period is now done. We were filed away.”

Dark, I know. But I think — not doomed.

Bill Hendricks
https://artchangeslives.com/tag/ephemeral-traces/

Walking Reflections — November 7

Mark Making Chart:  Ephemeral Traces of Life

“It is not art in the professionalized sense about which I care, but that which is created sacredly, as a result of a deep inner experience, with all of oneself, and that becomes ‘art’ in time.”
— Alfred Stieglitz

A softly lit artist’s desk scattered with sketches, notes, and bits of color — a quiet space of reflection where creative traces remain after the day’s work.
My desk  — where all the threads seem to meet.

My art runs like a cable through all parts of my life, informing each piece of my ecosystem and holding the whole together. Whether it’s in the studio, in Second Life, with my family, or within my Quaker community, each part of my world informs the others.

The priority of these elements shifts day by day, even moment by moment — sometimes family (my refuge), and other times the other parts of my life take the lead. But it’s all part of my ecosystem.

Today, when I came home. I looked down at my desk — scattered with sketches, notes, and bits of color — I saw how true that is. Every part of my life leaves a mark here, fragile yet real: my ephemeral traces reveal my thoughts and making.

Bill Hendricks