I'm reposting everything from my old Instagram, to keep my archive and have a record of my work's development. I'm adding commentary below the original text.
This is from 18 Februari 2018
My favorite: "Taraxacum laneum" aka the wool dandelion. Silicone, glass fiber and wool flower on a soil base with dried flowers. There's a very quiet and balanced beauty to it which is hard to capture. The picture doesn't do it justice. It reminds me of the full moon at night.
I created the flower by making dandelion 'seeds' out of glass fiber and wool. Then I planted the seeds in the flower bulb. I gave it a stronger light then the other Wisp Lights. It is really something special, able to move like a real flower in the wind. Very hard to let go. But it is for sale!
It has long since been sold, but I do have a similar piece that will be up for sale again very soon! It's still one of my favorites. There’s something quietly hopeful about it—much like a candle lit in a church at the feet of Mary.
I often find it difficult to put into words the emotions I try to c
... show moreI'm reposting everything from my old Instagram, to keep my archive and have a record of my work's development. I'm adding commentary below the original text.
This is from 18 Februari 2018
My favorite: "Taraxacum laneum" aka the wool dandelion. Silicone, glass fiber and wool flower on a soil base with dried flowers. There's a very quiet and balanced beauty to it which is hard to capture. The picture doesn't do it justice. It reminds me of the full moon at night.
I created the flower by making dandelion 'seeds' out of glass fiber and wool. Then I planted the seeds in the flower bulb. I gave it a stronger light then the other Wisp Lights. It is really something special, able to move like a real flower in the wind. Very hard to let go. But it is for sale!
It has long since been sold, but I do have a similar piece that will be up for sale again very soon! It's still one of my favorites. There’s something quietly hopeful about it—much like a candle lit in a church at the feet of Mary.
I often find it difficult to put into words the emotions I try to convey through my artwork. The "art historian" perspective isn't typically how I approach art, even though I was trained in it during art school. It always seems to miss some of the central ideas and the deeper meaning of the work. The language can feel so cold and flat, while the art itself feels alive.
The challenge is that I can't fully explain in words what I’m trying to express through art. Art, in its essence, is its own language. But while words and their intended meanings can be somewhat verified by asking about them, art can only be validated through words as well. And I can never be entirely sure if people—or even I, at times—have truly understood the intended meaning. It's always through using another language (words) that I can attempt to check. But of course, things inevitably get lost in translation, and then I’m still not sure if the full meaning was understood. (Continued in next post)
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