16 x 20
acrylic collage on paper
Is it the thrill of the hunt or the thrill of the find? I don’t know which one excites me more.
As a child I was constantly getting into trouble for meddling. My curiosity got the best of me the day I fell through the glass front of my mother's antique curio cabinet. I was standing on a step stool to reach the top shelf. Isn't curio short for curiosity? Probably not the smartest question to ask when you've broken all your mother's limoge figurines that she collected while living in France.
The other night as that broken tape reeled in my head; the one responsible for all those sleepless nights. It dawned on me that my collage paintings are just products of my curiosity. I know I stand true that my abstracts are non-objective, formal exercises. The many scraps that I find this place and that do not stop being discovered once glued to the canvas. Painting over them temporarily hides them. When I wipe away parts they are discovered once again. It’s a continuous process all starting from what was refused or left behind.
The other day while walking the dogs in the woods I found this small printed piece of paper.
On the front it says,"Father, help me be as gentle and kind to others as I want you to be to me." On the back it gives the verse, Matthew 5:7,
" Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy"
This, I feel, is my message for 2009.
My curiosity has me
always searching, scavenging, and meddling for meaning.
I am forever at the mercy of discovery..........