Well, it is and it isn’t. This is a piece of art I finished today (nearly finished, that is) which is about the ocean. Or it isn’t. So many things are and aren’t. Between here and there. Or just about. Or perhaps. Or a little bit maybe. And disappointingly not quite. Or tangentially so. Approaching. On the way. Close. Approximate. Circling. As good as words can make possible. Or marks on paper. Or color. Or stitches. Or music, for that matter. Edging nearer. Halfway between here and infinity. And then halfway again. And again… Stairways to heaven?
I like the thoughts and the piece!
Thank you, thank you!
I don’t think it is much of a stretch to attribute an ocean theme to this lovely piece. The dappled colors are reminiscent of sunlight on the sea floor, and the glyphs evoke hangul, giving the work a trans-Pacific feel. But I am reminded of a line from one of my favorite poems — “Ars Poetica” by Archibald Macleish: “A poem should not mean but be.” I tend to look at art the same way, although I admit I look at the title to get some clue as to what might have been in the artist’s mind.
Yes, indeed. I didn’t title this piece, but it is a companion piece to one that responded to a group show ‘topic’ of “At the Beach.”
Perfect quote. Someone said about their art, “If I could explain it, I wouldn’t have to make it.” Art, music, dance — even a story — yes. It is what it is, greater than its parts in so many ways. I have to be careful with my titles and my writing in general not to say too much.
And now I am reading all about Hangul — thank you.