Yesterday I shared THIS on Facebook. A kind review of me and my work. Surprised to be there but Thank You all the same. And as I looked at this very old photo that I posted so long ago, some of you might remember.... I saw the nest of scraps. The basket. Holding me. There it was.
I looked at the Magic Cloth 1, still on its winter wall.
Again. I found the Basket. This time a living thing. The serpent of days forming the coil of holding. And I sensed the dynamics of the form. The Basket as the process. I have found the form in almost all my work. Waiting to be realized. And this consistent component comforts me as I try to connect these Basket Dots. So much is already there.
Again I ask myself about the nature of a symbol. And how we communicate. Is it not more of a relationship? The journey?. As opposed to the gallery wall?.
The man will be off tidying his passport today. And I will doodle away in the warm sunshine, My mind is exploding with image, and anyway, I missed Doodle Wednesday.