There is light. It exudes from the lamp; shadows and reflections are cast upon the wall. My eyes follow a blinking line, a cursor. We have to name everything. In making all things definitive what is left to define?
The objects we hold by hand used to be made by hand. Now the hand of the maker is replaced by the components of the machine. Go back to the last time you spent some good coin at a restaurant. All ingredients were prepared by hand not processed by a machine. A meal is meticulously placed together and arranged by a chef. However, the objects of containment are made from machines. The plate you eat off of to the glass you drink from fit into this mold.
Mans perceptions are not bounded by organs of perception, he perceives more than sense (tho’ ever so acute) can discover. (Blake 33)
How do others become interested in what I am interested in, how do I get my point across? My first intent is to make objects that I enjoy. It has come to the forefront of my practice that it is my childhood experiences and curiosities that facilitate my artistic endeavors. Those experiences and questions influence, but do not necessarily dictate, the way I think, research and make my work. However, the core, the essence of the ideas, can all be pinpointed to a time decades in the past.
If not for this then would I have an idea of transparent
I see in the round the centeredness of things
If it falls If it survives this is the mode of learning I know
All destruction from my hand comes from the same place as creation
To pass through here
It is here that lays witness
It is here I submit my testament