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Due West

I continue to try and record this theme. The theme of looking for beauty in the banal. After all, this is the reality that exists outside the mind. My mind may be busy with all sorts of goings on, when it finally decides to engage outside itself it simply exists, it just observes, it tries to live in the moment. Art has as one of its components an idea of non utility where it has no purpose for something practical. It is meant only to be contemplated, to be stared at, to be engaged with it exactly at the moment. I know it may be a cliche to write this but a painting (the kind I strive to create) is there to take a break from the frantic social media checking, email replying, information gathering internet. I want to just stop and look. 
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Michael Ward said…
A painting is there to whack you upside the head and say, "pay attention!"

Nice work.
6:57 PM
John Sanchez said…
nice. Who said that? Thanks
5:01 PM
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