As an artist, my inspiration is and always has been nature: birds, trees, animals, the air, water, growth and decay. Lately, I’ve been asked if my relationship to nature has changed since The Event (as I am referring to it now), and it’s a good question.
Art isn’t necessarily inspired by beauty, and nature ain’t necessarily beautiful. What compels me is the wild and disordered end of the spectrum. A tree with twisted limbs is a grand dancer in slow motion (growth is motion and so is decomposition); a perfect flower needs a wilted petal to be interesting, an eagle is handsomer with a feather askew. Nature offers solace, contemplation, beauty and lethal force. In an era of human disconnect from the natural world, I’ve always thought the best way to reconnect with nature is to pick up a pencil and paper and draw it- draw anything. The purposeful act of sketching is the closest you can come to nature without eating it or being consumed yourself. This is the heart of my life with nature, a relationship now tempered and modified by The Event. The Muse and I have bonded in the most personal way imaginable.
I’m reconnecting with the Muse, slowly and tenuously. With so much of my time and energy flying in so many directions and a head-full of daunting total life change-tasks, it’s too soon to sense what’s to come. Out of disaster comes reflection, healing, and, in time, the grand dance of growth.
In the meantime, an exciting 3 person exhibit, “A Personal Nature” is opening tonight at 6pm at the JRB Art at the Elms Gallery in Oklahoma City, with the work of Carol Beesley, Alan Atkinson and myself. It would be a thrill to have you there.