...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
It is clear that your work draws its energy from life, deeply felt. In your dynamic fields of color and light, we see isolated elements mingle, partner, and resolve into rhyme. Presenting the unscripted, improvisational character of direct experience as a dance between matter and spirit, your paintings point to the universal in the personal, the being in the becoming, the divine intercourse of chaos and cosmos. For me, ultimately, your canvasses resonate as dialogues between what ought to have been, and what still might be…
As to the titles of your paintings, I see you generally relying on hint and suggestion rather than explicit description; the resulting tiles multiply their own meaning, and enlarge your work.
With the above in mind, I humbly offer the following titles for your consideration, hoping that they capture at least some of the objectives of your program:
• Identity in Search of its Owner • Descending, I Rise
I wish you great success, Laura … and hope that my offerings answer your need.
PS: Sorry about the deleted comments... my first blog!
Yes, Laura, you know me ... in a way. And I, you, in a way. You know the man I used to be, many, many years ago. While I, on the other hand, know the gifted woman that you are today ... as far as I am able to “read” you through your work ... which you say I understand “precisely.” Because your work is so intimately bound to your soul, being, again and again, both the soil that nourishes it, and the fruit that it yields, I consider this a good start ...
Perhaps fate will allow me, once more, to know you outside of your work, beyond mere description ... beyond all words!
Yours, admiringly, Salamor
p.s. Hints, is it? ... Very well, then... Hint #1) I’ve been a guest in your mother’s home.
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"A vision is a burden" was my first title afer a couple of seconds.
interesting.
thanks.
and zebub? - ...more banana cream pie?
Wow, I was looking at it while you posted. I was thinking "Berlin Afternoon."
okay, how about "A Pie in the Face One Afternoon in Berlin made My Vision a Burden'.
? something like that?
...or maybe I'll keep working on it.
Thank you, Readers.
Dear Laura,
It is clear that your work draws its energy from life, deeply felt. In your dynamic fields of color and light, we see isolated elements mingle, partner, and resolve into rhyme. Presenting the unscripted, improvisational character of direct experience as a dance between matter and spirit, your paintings point to the universal in the personal, the being in the becoming, the divine intercourse of chaos and cosmos. For me, ultimately, your canvasses resonate as dialogues between what ought to have been, and what still might be…
As to the titles of your paintings, I see you generally relying on hint and suggestion rather than explicit description; the resulting tiles multiply their own meaning, and enlarge your work.
With the above in mind, I humbly offer the following titles for your consideration, hoping that they capture at least some of the objectives of your program:
• Identity in Search of its Owner
• Descending, I Rise
I wish you great success, Laura … and hope that my offerings answer your need.
PS: Sorry about the deleted comments... my first blog!
wow.
thank you!!
if all that comes across, i might actually be succeeding in conveying what I most dearly hope to convey/explore... yes... what you said. precisely.
hmm.
do I know you salamor?
seriously, salamor...
who are ya?
hints?
Yes, Laura, you know me ... in a way. And I, you, in a way. You know the man I used to be, many, many years ago. While I, on the other hand, know the gifted woman that you are today ... as far as I am able to “read” you through your work ... which you say I understand “precisely.” Because your work is so intimately bound to your soul, being, again and again, both the soil that nourishes it, and the fruit that it yields, I consider this a good start ...
Perhaps fate will allow me, once more, to know you outside of your work, beyond mere description ... beyond all words!
Yours, admiringly,
Salamor
p.s. Hints, is it? ... Very well, then...
Hint #1) I’ve been a guest in your mother’s home.
well that doesn't narrow things down too much.
how about hint #2?
Hint #2) I am a former student of hers.
uhhuh. and your name is...?
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