Lying in bed the other morning an idea came to me. I finally crawled out from under the duvet having shaken off fragments of a dream still stuck in my mind, got dressed and started trying out the process. This is the second piece using the process. The first was reasonably successful...but oh, the artist ponders...how to measure success? One must feel content, at best. Few are the times when I leap into the air, clapping my hands with glee at the genius of what I've done! Would the regularity of such a response be egotistical? Or would it mean I am a genius? Genius being in the eye of the beholder, of course.
In an FB discussion yesterday someone said art is what 'moves' him and touches his 'soul'. Profound! He must be the 'soulful' type who looks for something spiritual in art. Good luck to him. I seek no such thing in either creation or appreciation. The implication being that art which does neither is not art. I didn't point out the egocentricity of his claim.
Here, anyway, are final process shots of Impact of the Unseen ending with the finished piece.
TTFN
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| RTomens, 2019 |
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