A good painting seems just on the verge of telling us something important. The potential promise of secrets revealed. That closeness of some revelation that may fade away…. but in retrospect, obvious, or inevitable—yet also ever surprising. A most enlightening paradox…. the mythology of life.
Topographia Index is the documenting of the specificity of place, which includes not only the biosphere in a region, but also the climate, the weather, the aspect of the art and anything else that can possibly differentiate one place from another.
Rooted in the imperfection of the moment and its relationship to the past and allowing space for the unfolding of the future. Growing from the realities of life, the spaces between, ultimately to guide toward beauty’s ends and poetic beginnings.
We strive toward knowledge, but we must understand that we are, and will always remain, surrounded by mystery and living questions. And life is only interesting and meaningful by living those questions…. increasingly endangered in modern life yet vitally necessary to the human experience.
......and what is art and how is it recognized? Like the sound of moonlight dripping through pines….
Topographia Index is the documenting of the specificity of place, which includes not only the biosphere in a region, but also the climate, the weather, the aspect of the art and anything else that can possibly differentiate one place from another.
Rooted in the imperfection of the moment and its relationship to the past and allowing space for the unfolding of the future. Growing from the realities of life, the spaces between, ultimately to guide toward beauty’s ends and poetic beginnings.
We strive toward knowledge, but we must understand that we are, and will always remain, surrounded by mystery and living questions. And life is only interesting and meaningful by living those questions…. increasingly endangered in modern life yet vitally necessary to the human experience.
......and what is art and how is it recognized? Like the sound of moonlight dripping through pines….