Ok. So. I know roughly what I want to say here, I’m just not sure how to fully, coherently compose the thoughts. As is par for the course with my work, I realize; just roll with it and see what happens? Well, sure. Why not.
New experiments are in progress, and they have me pondering the underlying point of my artistic work. On the one hand, there is my “artist statement” notion of exploring visual perception. This is still true in a way, though I realize it’s more of a by-product than a motivating intention. It is perhaps the more easily understood explanation, the one that fits into the 200-words-or-less artist statements required for public-facing means. It’s neat and tidy, quick to comprehend. But it is a by-product, and while true, it is also indirect and thus, I feel, inauthentic. I had to write something, so I tried that out. Things have changed in the interim.
On the other hand, the truth that has become clear lately is that the process of experimentation and discovery is art, for me. The images that result are themselves by-products. Evidence of impermanence, if that paradox can be contemplated. Both the impermanence of the particular contraption used to capture the image (see above; the combination of stuff I used has found a new iteration), and the fleeting millisecond of light in transit as the shutter clicked. I go for a walk, capture some hopefully interesting things, review, ponder, and think, “That was interesting but now I want to try THIS and see what happens.” Rarely do I set out with the same bits to the same location; the intent is most often one of discovering what’s next - a new capability, a new effect, a new combination, a new vantage point. While I assume a large majority of artists set out with a goal or vision of their final creation, I set out with a bucket of variables into ever-fluctuating conditions, and see what I can do. I am perpetually surprised and curious. The images I make are interesting, but they’re not exactly the point.
I suppose what I’m getting at is that, after a short time dipping my toes into the shallows of the pool of Legit Art in my city, I don’t know how to integrate the journey of process that finds joy in impermanence with the nature of a material art world that appears to require Very Definite Explanations, all while maintaining a sense of authenticity in myself. I don’t know if it’s possible, short of refusing to give any statement or explanation other than an enigmatic shrug and questions for answers. I share my images in hopes that someone might like them. That’s all. What results from my journey is for the viewer’s mind to impress meaning upon. I do not set out to communicate anything through these images; they are by-products of chance, evidence of impermanence. Like reading tea leaves, or shapes in clouds. It’s up to the imagination whether it means something or nothing at all. What the image is actually of, and how I did it, are irrelevant questions. Light and curiosity. Unsatisfactory explanations, both. But true and authentic answers nevertheless.