.........and how they arrive
Waking up one morning and in that time of suspended animation before reality comes into sharp focus, I had an idea. A complete idea that was somewhat complicated. I had to buy a red ribbon and take photos of it falling to the ground, then do paintings of the results.
It wasn't until after I finished two versions that I realized it was simply about sleep.
I always enjoy painting things that cannot be seen. Like painting light streaking by on the highway.
|or out a train window|
|or a subway|
I have a bad leg and often trip and fall at the beach.
No matter how distant, unclear or in what language , physiologically hearing is attuned to the human voice. I wonder if something similar exists for vision.