Artists build up and repair perception. They de-blind and de-deaf us to the sensual world. And in so doing they open space for reattachment to life’s vital things, helping us conceive of alternatives to what’s become commonplace and inured.
When art works - when reasonable supports for it are around - it isn’t pretty or splashy or cool. It isn’t beholden to church or king (today, politics and the market). It doesn’t flatter its audience or sell sports drinks.
This is “Birds of America (No. 1),” mixed media on board, 12” x 12”.
I’m not a fan of the avant-garde appreciation for shock. But I do think nothing good can come from not looking and ignoring.