I consider myself to be a spiritual artist, which is becoming more and more of an oxymoron it seems. From its inception, art was a highly spiritualized tool. Cave paintings were used to show the intricate relationship between man, nature and the heavens. Greek and Roman art from antiquity dealt mostly with reverence to their gods. And more recently artists like Caspar David Friedrich used art as means of expressing their experience of the divine. (For Friedrich, it was through nature that man experienced divine, and this formed the main pillar of his works. FYI He undoubtedly is one of my favorite painters.) Friedrich is just an example, there are countless more artists that communicate the experience of the divine through their work. But it seems to be happening less and less. In the world of contemporary art, spirituality seems to have very little relevance.
So this is a lot of what I have been hearing over the past year….
“why have you not been producing any work”
“when is your next show?
“whats going on with your art?!”
I usually give a pretty superficial answer along the lines of not finding the right studio space or not having the time to paint since I’ve moved to New York City. But the truth is that I am as creative as I have ever been. I feel as much as an artist, if not more, than I have ever been.
My “work” now consists of several notepads full of sketches, observations, thoughts and many many questions… I don’t have a need at this time to put it all out there (this blog might be enough). Right now I’m just focusing on taking it all in. Expereincing and living is just as much a part of the creative process than the actual production of any work. And its not about trekking up a mountain, jumping out of a plane, having your heart broken or shaving your head and living in an ashram.
Every Cause has its Effect; every Effect has its Cause; everything happens according to Law; Chance is but a name for Law not recognized; there are many planes of causation, but nothing escapes the Law.
Born from the ego, the liberator and enslaver. The wellspring of knowledge yet simultaneously the veil that confines us to an illusory world.