2021 is all in, and I’m still dragging some traps from 2020. But not the burdensome sort Thoreau cautioned about … those that would nip us in a vital part. Instead, these pieces and parts of the year are going into a curry … one with lots of flavors and heat. I’m trying to survey the work I did last year, tie it all together, and expand it into a meaningful whole.
I hesitate to say so in these painful times, but I am at peace … which is weird, right? The world is awash in fear, and anger, and danger. I know it’s there, and I feel tremendous loss … believe me, the sun doesn’t set on a day without at least one good cry. But those tears are for the pain of others, not for me.
For me, these are threshold times. We entered the worm hole with one set of realities. And we will emerge from it with another. I know that idea is at the heart of what the 20-21 body of work will express … not the world before, or the world after …. it will be the world of the threshold itself … the experience of what we lost from the past, and what we are finding for the future.
Working on pieces for a show later this year. This will not be my first solo show, but it will be the first of this type — a body of work unified around a relevant theme.
And a name! A name! I know more or less what this curry will taste like, but what will we call it…. Hmmmm….
