Our country is a dumpster fire, but I’m still trying to make things, paint, and occasionally recognize each moment as a transient reality independent of cyberspace’s hellscape. The ideas, emotions, and socioeconomic motivators behind the unfolding political revolution (or collapse) is interesting and important, but it is also only a very small fraction of reality. An individual lived experience may be influenced by anthropological developments in any number of ways, however every individual moment also exists outside of our emotions, our politics, our mental framing of the situation.
What on earth do I mean? The things in front of you are real; the air you’re breathing, the space you occupy is real and happening now. Notice them once and a while for they are not good or evil. People may have agendas, but trees and dirt and water does not, and they are more a part of reality. There is nothing I hate more than willful ignorance, but there is more knowledge to be had than what’s available online. Get to know yourself once and a while.
Acrylic on canvas, an abstracted canyon. Painted in two sittings with minimal fuss; an exercise in the act of painting and being present with the medium, rather than an act of observation. Undeniably a reaction to reality, in fact, as it’s been extremely hot and my locality is in significant drought. Yet I’ve painted a very lush, green, wet landscape.
