Gaining velocity towards a speeding momentum, I misdoubt reaching a boundary of oscillation. The journey is unredeemed. The splendid odyssey becomes an incessant nemesis.
I presume to fathom the quest of the visionary by entering through the place between land and sea. A portal through a postcard. A landscape of eternal life, where the Buddhist monk can walk on water and fly through the air, an impression of the monk in its moment of enlightenment.
It is through the death of this insensible reality that we may enter into a mythological existence. The ability to transgress the boundary to meet spirit with subsistence. Myths and rituals are a recourse from life's insentient impulses. They synthesize the living experience with the enigmatic experience; the act and the account, delivered from culture to culture by way of signals and symbols. These symbols provide an implicit narrative outside of a literal text. The lucidiy of delight is unspeakable. Through myth we can speak of the ineffable grace of the psyche.
Currently teaching in a Visual Arts Program for High School, I graduated from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago with a masters degree in sculpture.
This blog was created so that I could share my work and student work to friends and the public interested in the arts for discussion. I am also trying to create a listing of art opportunites for atists.