“An artist is someone who has completed an art work, not a person who merely intended to.”
Okay, Joseph Campbell. You got me. I have a closet full of things I fully intended to complete: batiks, monoprints, acrylic paintings, cut paper, and at least half a dozen half-woven scarves.
This must be why I never considered myself an artist until my first block print. I looked at it and thought – now I am an artist.
My work sort of took a back seat while Margaret was here visiting from Malawi. But I have three concepts that have been sitting with me and I am excited to get back in the swing of things.
Below is a piece by David Fullarton which I found posted on my friend Cara’s blog. I wish I had the original.
I’m nearly finished reading Reflections on the Art of Living: A Joseph Campbell Companion. The last section is entitled “Living in the Sacred.” There are so many pieces I would like to share with you that it’s probably better for you to get the book yourself… But I’ll leave you with this:
“Imperfection is life. All forms in life are imperfect, but the function of art is to see the radiance through the imperfection.”
Yes.
Build the shed.
