Creation, the ritual.

In short, I am creationing (as verb) the unmeant.

From places known and unknown come ideas of creation. Before the action, before the birth, before the physical production, the spark. Each spark, a chance of physical creation, waiting. Acting upon these instinctual, habitual urges trips the gate from closed to open, allowing a rush of new shape, content, and structure to be formed. Constructing something from nothing until the full feeling of that initial spark is realized, then stopping. Feeling for the end of the story or teaching draws the final curtain down on to the picture plane. The completed piece is alive and ready to be seen, cherished, considered, displayed, discussed.

As a painter and art collector, I believe art to be powerful and much more than just worthy of a place to be in the world. Art and all of it’s functions are nothing less than miraculous. A magical, physical amulet of sorts that, when allowed, can change how we see ourselves and the world around us. Beyond that, it can change who we are and how we experience the world around us. No matter who you are, dive deep into art. Surround yourself with it. Make it. Collect it. Feel it move you, and go back to it’s never ending well of inspiration, time and time again.