Your work is beyond words. Deconstruction a million words. 1,000′s of interpretations. Your mind is a cosmic engine of creativity. You think you see it then you don’t, then you think you do then you don’t. They are enigmas crushed inside a super ball. Truth is in the lies you create. People think they know reality but it’s all lies – count the interpretations. Someone asks me what this or that is about a picture I did. How can I tell the truth if I don’t know myself. It is a reflection of reality, really a lie. I could say this or that but it wouldn’t matter. Your work is really staggering, it hits like a brick. It attacks, it’s visionary, it wakes up, it rips apart. You are a master of your technique. A fire must be burning in your brain! – John
John, I think you are describing your imagination equally if not more than my art work. Your ability to put into words your interpretation (or reason for not being able to do so) of my work, reflects an uncanny sensitivity and connection to that part of the universe we tirelessly try to reach and portray in our art. Jim Morrison talks about a dog without a bone and an actor all alone. The artist without a critique or critic is by him or herself nothing but the proverbial silent tree crashing in the wilderness that no one can hear. You’re right, there is a burning in my brain that I cannot put out, no matter how many pieces of art I make. I often hope to myself that “this will be the last one” so I can move on to other things in my life. Instead of dousing the flame, it ignites higher and burns hotter with each art piece I complete. Like the Hydra, I cut off one head and several more materialize in its place. Perhaps the deep, dark pit of bipolar disorder requires the scorching flames in our brains to make up for the absence of the light of day in our eyes.