reckoning
Every artist is an archivist.
A keeper of moments.
A liturgist in the curation of consecrated remembering.
From the glimmering refractions of light and joy and energy. To the darkened hours of sadness, regret, and apathy. Each one holy solely because they've happened, and hallowed because of the work we've turned it all into.
We pull from everything.
From the world around us and from the world within.
We pour it all into a record of our time here. Into a kind of a reckoning.
An accounting.
Not of facts. Nor of dates and time lines, necessarily. But a gathered collection of experiences, thoughts, and impressions. Feelings and narratives. Stories and sacred histories.
A reverent display of what we've preserved, transformed, and repurposed into something beautiful, into something new.
P.S. - ICAD Day 129 - 131
P.P.S - Another experiment with manipulating found type and rearranging scanned analog collages:
“a stratum of conglomerated fragments” is really incredible! I did a double take. And I also love “some definition of finished “. All of them are gorgeous, but those stood out for me. Thanks for posting beautiful and soulful art.
So beautiful! The colors of the first collage are stunning, and that an artist is “a liturgist In the curation of consecrated remembering” is something I will write down in my notebook and pin above my desk! Just beautiful!