WORD…IMAGE…VISION
“An object of the images we
make is what we are and
how we lean out and over
the perfect surface where
our features in water greet
and save us.” - Eavan Boland
I am interested in the symbolism of images and their association with the literary, poetic, or memory of language that surrounds them. My work is not purely Symbolic, in the definitive terminology and history associated with it, however my work is based on the concentration of these symbolic principles into a cataclysm with primitive feel and movement of the brushstroke. I am also considering the present atmosphere of the space and time of which I am a part. The purpose of my images is for the viewer to perceive a feeling or atmosphere of spiritual/cerebral/psychological envelopment. I have added text from various authors and poets, as a sidebar to a number of the images I have created. Reason being that so much of what we read influences the structure of our ideas and the work we make. However, I have changed the order of this process and made a collage with the use of my images and the words of others and sometimes my own. It is really a matter then to what the viewer/reader has experienced throughout their own lives. The viewer will process the combination by looking at the picture, reading the body of words, and create their own meaning or vision out of my choice of image and sometimes word. In the future I would like to continue this process, and combine it with music and explore the use of video in the realm of collage within my work. I respond to the statement that Symbolist painting is "dream imagery for a visual language of the soul" A description of what some of my own dream imagery is as follows:
Fairytale… Fairytales gone wrong, then Confusion,
Wrath, Visions, and finally Voice: Stories of the Weak and the Strong
… It’s Teardrops for Tearose…
This is time for Prayer?
A Siren, a Changeling, and a Chinese Lantern.
Mina’s Grief is also my Own.
The real Government is A Conference of Birds.
Society must be Smashed on Something.
My crippled view… I ask only why
The lunatics light up my mind… these Three Angels:
Was Kerouac cracked? Why couldn’t Cobain cope? But
Siddhartha slowly slips through
Eyes of the Unconscious try to sift through, cut and paste, pick and choose, and get closer to the collective spirit.
“An object of the images we
make is what we are and
how we lean out and over
the perfect surface where
our features in water greet
and save us.” - Eavan Boland
I am interested in the symbolism of images and their association with the literary, poetic, or memory of language that surrounds them. My work is not purely Symbolic, in the definitive terminology and history associated with it, however my work is based on the concentration of these symbolic principles into a cataclysm with primitive feel and movement of the brushstroke. I am also considering the present atmosphere of the space and time of which I am a part. The purpose of my images is for the viewer to perceive a feeling or atmosphere of spiritual/cerebral/psychological envelopment. I have added text from various authors and poets, as a sidebar to a number of the images I have created. Reason being that so much of what we read influences the structure of our ideas and the work we make. However, I have changed the order of this process and made a collage with the use of my images and the words of others and sometimes my own. It is really a matter then to what the viewer/reader has experienced throughout their own lives. The viewer will process the combination by looking at the picture, reading the body of words, and create their own meaning or vision out of my choice of image and sometimes word. In the future I would like to continue this process, and combine it with music and explore the use of video in the realm of collage within my work. I respond to the statement that Symbolist painting is "dream imagery for a visual language of the soul" A description of what some of my own dream imagery is as follows:
Fairytale… Fairytales gone wrong, then Confusion,
Wrath, Visions, and finally Voice: Stories of the Weak and the Strong
… It’s Teardrops for Tearose…
This is time for Prayer?
A Siren, a Changeling, and a Chinese Lantern.
Mina’s Grief is also my Own.
The real Government is A Conference of Birds.
Society must be Smashed on Something.
My crippled view… I ask only why
The lunatics light up my mind… these Three Angels:
Was Kerouac cracked? Why couldn’t Cobain cope? But
Siddhartha slowly slips through
Eyes of the Unconscious try to sift through, cut and paste, pick and choose, and get closer to the collective spirit.
