Y A N K E E L O N D O N S T U D I O
Musings from a Yankee artist abroad in London...
Monkey See, Monkey Do
A lot of my non-artist friends ask me how I come up with ideas for my work.
Perhaps it was easier when I was focusing on ceramic vessels as subject matter?
But here's a prime example of how ideas intersect, or sometimes encounter each other and align. While reading Carlo Rovelli's book, Reality is Not What it Seems, the journey to quantum gravity, I encountered the above illustration on the upper left addressing packets of space, and later reading about the granularity of time. I have stopped considering it a coincidence that I got this particular book at Daunt books, a travel bookstore of all places, during mid January when I was wrestling with how time is illusory, and how memories puncture through time and space.
Perhaps it was easier when I was focusing on ceramic vessels as subject matter?
But here's a prime example of how ideas intersect, or sometimes encounter each other and align. While reading Carlo Rovelli's book, Reality is Not What it Seems, the journey to quantum gravity, I encountered the above illustration on the upper left addressing packets of space, and later reading about the granularity of time. I have stopped considering it a coincidence that I got this particular book at Daunt books, a travel bookstore of all places, during mid January when I was wrestling with how time is illusory, and how memories puncture through time and space.
The raw truth of this painting, February I, is that it belongs to the series of February paintings, referring to a month I associate with profound grief. Grief is complicated: human and messy and, most of all, non-linear. Sounds and scents trigger memories that drop you into an alternate moment; it is time traveling backwards and forwards.
February 2020
February 2020