thinking...

when i was at the gallery last weekend, my director and i talked and talked and talked about process and concept and hope. and at the end of the conversation she said "it's just so wonderful how conceptual your premises are!" and it made me smile because i tend not to think of my practice that way. but i suppose it is. psychological and fragmented and this quest of mine to unify all these seemingly disparate images. they aren't disparate at all. not in the least. and so it's interesting and happy-making: to abstract the idea and not the image. to use realism in this capacity. to redact a book page and hang it next to a big oil painting and say that the two are not disparate. that such a joining makes perfect sense. just the same way a poem is a painting: it is merely the appearance, the form, that is different but that the two function in remarkably similar (if not identical) ways. fraternal twins. genetically identical but unique. it's a freeing way to proceed.