The weight of the work of one's hands
Note to Self... Just thinking about the work ahead in the studio for this week.
Work that comes from my hands seems to bear a special responsibility. It did not exist before I drew the line, or sewed the seam, or painted the background, or glued it together. The physical touch and action of my hands is an act of creation. Like sorcerers, artists call things into being. So it should be a creation worth making. This is the goal for every painter. Or writer. Or wood turner. Or potter. I like to envision the earliest cave painters, whose marks on walls were made only after arduous and – to me – terrifying descents into cramped underground spaces, made as part of ceremonies infused with meaning that we can only imagine. The marks on the walls were not created easily. And they had deep meaning. The impulse to create is powerful. And so, I hope that the marks I make this week are worth making.