These days when I think of art, I think of trees. Probably because I spent a fair chunk of my prepubescent years growing up in the abundant nature of Connecticut. I’ve always loved trees, but there were certain kinds of trees that I used to gaze in awe, just standing there squinting (my already squinty eyes) at the sunlight flowing between the leaves. Those trees had a sort of presence, something subtle yet distinct from the rest with leaves that frolicked in the playful wind of spring, branches that caressed the canvas of the crisp summer skies.. but the one vividly bizarre memory that stayed with me, is that I could sometimes sense the roots breathing with such purpose for life, even from beneath a bed of snow in the coldest of winters.
Still, by way of doing without the above highly pretentious, LSD-tinted I’m-a-hippie-in-denial nature metaphor, I shall paraphrase it as follows: I believe that the best and most evocative art/communications piece is given its life by an idea, a vision or a will, which embodies the language of a specific audience. I believe that the mediums of light, colour, sounds (or whatever artistic language), when directed by this idea, arouses our psyche in the profoundest form of inspiration. Splendid ideas, unwavering passion, the unique personality of the artists.. these are the things that give life to art, just as the root does for a tree.
As I said previously, I strive to make this blog a place where I collect (and sometimes talk about) all great things and the elements that drive their creation.
Thank you for visiting. You’re a Murakami-esque coolcat for doing so.
(I would also be delighted to hear any thoughts, questions, or opinions regarding anything at all. I am first to admit that the way we approach and embrace art is purely subjective. Like sex, drugs or even God, the same idea can mean something completely different to people, and art is no exception. I think that’s definitely part of the fun)