"Places become a part of us", Maria Popova says. We grip the ground of where we come from, of where we've been, and the dirt slips under our fingernails and into our veins. We may only hold on to them for a time, but they never let go of us.
I like this point you make, Duane: "Pasts that never were and futures that will never be." It's funny how we can fall into this trap sometimes and get anchored by regret. Interestingly, the older I get, the less I think this way, which is quite the opposite what I thought would happen as I got older. Interesting times indeed.
Much appreciated Neil! I find that for me it’s reversed a but. There was a time when I had no regrets. When, despite some terrible events, I would have said that I wouldn’t change a thing. All those things made me the person I was and got me to the place I stood. But as I get older, I find myself disappointed by the person I’ve become and dismayed by where I am. And some days I think I’d like to go back and change everything. It’s a strange shift, and I’m not sure yet what it means.
Thank you! The second one was just some left over bits I was absent mindedly shifting around while I was doing something else, and I thought it actually looked kind of interesting. One of many things I’d like to explore more if I only knew what I was doing to begin with, haha.
Yes! It’s one of the reasons I have such difficulty with being ‘present’. The present is the one place I most want to escape from. Sometimes I think I’d rather be anywhere but ‘here’. Being creative at my workbench is the surest method I know of to sneak up on being present in a way that isn’t filled with remorse and restlessness.
Me gusta esa definición que haces del lugar en el que se encuentra tu trabajo, entre la historia y la ciencia ficción. A veces es el único al que podemos llegar y posiblemente no esté mal.
I like this point you make, Duane: "Pasts that never were and futures that will never be." It's funny how we can fall into this trap sometimes and get anchored by regret. Interestingly, the older I get, the less I think this way, which is quite the opposite what I thought would happen as I got older. Interesting times indeed.
Much appreciated Neil! I find that for me it’s reversed a but. There was a time when I had no regrets. When, despite some terrible events, I would have said that I wouldn’t change a thing. All those things made me the person I was and got me to the place I stood. But as I get older, I find myself disappointed by the person I’ve become and dismayed by where I am. And some days I think I’d like to go back and change everything. It’s a strange shift, and I’m not sure yet what it means.
Also, the colors of these collages are stunning! The second one especially…
Thank you! The second one was just some left over bits I was absent mindedly shifting around while I was doing something else, and I thought it actually looked kind of interesting. One of many things I’d like to explore more if I only knew what I was doing to begin with, haha.
I so relate to this: “It's a homesickness for places that don't exist, in the struggle to understand what it means to be here…”
Yes! It’s one of the reasons I have such difficulty with being ‘present’. The present is the one place I most want to escape from. Sometimes I think I’d rather be anywhere but ‘here’. Being creative at my workbench is the surest method I know of to sneak up on being present in a way that isn’t filled with remorse and restlessness.
Again, hits with nostalgia and good art
Thanks so much! So glad you like it!
Me gusta esa definición que haces del lugar en el que se encuentra tu trabajo, entre la historia y la ciencia ficción. A veces es el único al que podemos llegar y posiblemente no esté mal.
Such beautiful pieces, Duane
Thank you Marta! Some of these got a bit more experimental and gave me some things to think about exploring in other pieces going forward.
I love the collage and need to find a frame!
So glad to hear it! Thanks so much!!