Saturday, June 23, 2007
I created this piece (in its original form) in 2003. During my recent encaustic frenzy, I pulled this piece out of my closet and doused it with color and wax, adding a bit more life and vibrancy to it. I often revisit my art. Sometimes I end up ripping pieces apart and reassembling, and other times I add more color, layers, or texture. I feel like this revisiting is similar to how I experience my life. At times I've needed to scrape away at my life to find the hidden gems. Yet other times I've torn everything down and started again. More commonly, I add some texture or color to enhance what is already there. I wonder if sculptors view their lives in terms of building and molding. Do graphic artists see life as a series of quick clicks of the mind which have the power to create great change? I know that my mother, a novelist, sees her life in terms of narrative arcs and metaphors. Does art imitate life or does life imitate art? Or are our creations simply extensions of ourselves?