January 2010

What's the point? The crux of this is dialogue. You look and see "things" and wonder what the intention might have been. Or, "Did he mean to put that scratchy thing right there?" And why? As soon as this occurs the dialogue with me has started. I'm not even in the room and you are questioning what I was trying to do with that tool which made that mark. "My mind and your mind, and you and you and you...," to quote one of my favorite Adrian Belew songs. It's all about control. I want you to be engaged enough to squint, to wander back and forth, to see the jet black in a white field... If you think Louise Nevelson, then I have you. Or Pollock with the motion frozen. Or Rothko with the hovering field of energy... Google Hubble images or the Large Hadron Collider and you will start to feel the tone of this dialogue. Last Saturday I snowshoed up Cascade Mountain in the Adirondacks on a mint, blue sky day and descended in waist high fluff. Can you find that in "Jaco and the Twink?" There are snow crystals, diamonds in the sun, sparkling dust filtering down. There is the rush of gravity, inexorably pulling me to the ground. But I'm flying for just this moment.