Connecting the dots may seem easy and possibly rewarding to you. But it will just end up in scribbles and intersecting lines all over the page. No shape or form will emerge to provide clarity. Because my dots are merely truths. Not design.
Thank you, Radhika! My mum in law is an architect, and what I gather from her is that they always like structure, whereas my stuff is all about nuance and ambiguity.But if I ever get the opportunity, I’ll try for sure.
Your dots remind me of my extended stay in a hospital. I had a heart attack and died twice before they brought me back. When I came to I spent 3 weeks starring at the ceiling seeing all kinds of patterns that I wanted to draw. The funny thing is that as I got better the patterns started to disappear By the time I left the hospital for extended recovery, they all disappeared as I got better. Still recovering, but no more patterns. I am making art though for the first time in over 30 years.
I am so happy to hear that , Alan. I find that art, no matter what kind, be it music or painting or dance, always carries us through our toughest times. I’d like to think that when you were really unwell, those patterns were a sign that you will get up and one day, you will be making art again. I am so thankful for your stopping by and sharing your experiences, which give me such insight into life. Always.
I love this: No shape or form will emerge to provide clarity. Because my dots are merely truths. Not design.
On a lighter note, Architecture profs will surely love to use it. Seriously…..do consider selling it to grace the walls/halls of an Arch/ Art school.
Thank you, Radhika! My mum in law is an architect, and what I gather from her is that they always like structure, whereas my stuff is all about nuance and ambiguity.But if I ever get the opportunity, I’ll try for sure.
That is definitely a worthwhile sentence to draw out.
Your dots remind me of my extended stay in a hospital. I had a heart attack and died twice before they brought me back. When I came to I spent 3 weeks starring at the ceiling seeing all kinds of patterns that I wanted to draw. The funny thing is that as I got better the patterns started to disappear By the time I left the hospital for extended recovery, they all disappeared as I got better. Still recovering, but no more patterns. I am making art though for the first time in over 30 years.
I am so happy to hear that , Alan. I find that art, no matter what kind, be it music or painting or dance, always carries us through our toughest times. I’d like to think that when you were really unwell, those patterns were a sign that you will get up and one day, you will be making art again. I am so thankful for your stopping by and sharing your experiences, which give me such insight into life. Always.
I uh … yes? hehe
lol. you’re funny.