I have never been the spontaneous type. It makes me uncomfortable and I can't quite wrap my head around it. It's probably the fact that I have to think about it and how it makes me feel that is telling as to why I will never be spontaneous.
We decided to go off for last minute hike/venture into Evergreen this past weekend. Jeff had seen a hiking trail on this hiking blog and we thought we would check it out...so he wrote some quick directions on a post it note and after a quick (and spontaneous!) stop at sonic for cheese fries we were on our way.
I am kind of sick of...everything. Does that make any sense? I meant to post this two days ago but life kept getting in the way.
Anyway...It was probably in the seventies around Denver but the higher we got the more we saw snow. And we were wearing tennis shoes. And t-shirts. And shorts. See why it doesn't always pay to be spontaneous? We couldn't even find the trail at first although we did drive by a billion cyclists who looked like they were on a final death march up the mountain. I don't know how they do it! We also saw some wild turkeys and two billion elk/deer wandering across the road and one wandering man Jeff branded as a "squatch"
We finally did see the trail after we noticed two people walking down and through the snow out onto the road. Because we were not totally prepared :-) we couldn't manage the trail in our summery gear but we made plans to go back in the next couple of weeks. We are finally making an effort to see more of Colorado, knowing we may not live here forever!
Jeff and I found some lovely weather at a lower elevation and spent some time taking in the scenery.
It was so nice to have a little break away from life, just out in nature, enjoying each others company...
one day I open up my mail excited to find a thick envelope from Vesta Precast...which means from Jenn :-)
Inside were these inkblots she made and I instantly fell in love with them.
I dressed them up with a bit of my fancy new tape and stuck them to some little canvases.
They speak to me perfectly...I am so in the whole "want a baby" mode and they are like little fertility symbols calling out to me. I see history and evolution and everything that reminds me of creation. I see goddesses and strength.
What do you see?
Do I believe in art by accident? I'm not so sure...I mean, when it happens it's really fun and exciting but is it okay?
I struggled with these various ink paintings for weeks it seems and when I finally had enough and peeled the tape away, ripping them off the flimsy acrylic boards I used for backing...something interesting happened.
Those silly boards became art to me. I looked at each one in different light and wondered why they were so cool. They really are fascinating to me...they almost feel intentional.
Maybe the struggle was all about these final art works...maybe this was what was supposed to be all along and when I finally stopped fighting the process something new and incredible was revealed.
What do you think?
Are accidents in art okay?
I stuck them against white drawing paper to see what they would look like against the white background.
I was speechless.
There is movement and color and feeling.
There is the ghost of the original intention, still there, but no longer the focus.
