What is Art, anyway? For me, it’s a celebration of consciousness and a personal comment on the reality each of us finds ourselves living. An image has to sing to some deeper place; and not always harmoniously. In fact, sometimes uneasily or anxiously, or even violently, does the trick really well . The only real test is whether an image successfully conveys experience or emotion or intuition, or sense of place or even placelessness….some larger whole, some hitherto unseen scene…. This is just an ordinary grabshot, but the image, for some reason, sings to me about the nature of Now. Can you discern how I feel about Texas?
