Pulling in the Distance

Grandpa was always in the garden, in the distance. Those I love and admire – in the garden, in the distance.

As a first generation college student (before the designation existed) what happened?  By that I mean, what did I learn? How did I conduct my life? A “disgrace” to my mother – though others said she was “proud” of me. How did they know?

How does my work exist autobiographically and as an art form in general? What are all of these labels other than a common language that we use to communicate about art and about our shared existence?

Words are not things – they are concepts, signifiers — air. They come and go. A garden of words perhaps? That identify, are distant, and then fade. Perhaps they are a hum in the background – constant for a time – like a heartbeat; routine – a rhythm that holds us – that holds me. At this point in my life there is much in the distance – where I have been and where I am going.

In the silence – seeing the distance – pulling it closer.

I bring the distance nearer to me daily; to connect with Grandpa, with Ad Reinhardt, Agnes Martin, D. T. Suzuki. They are in a distance and are also connected with one another in a particular mind stream of austerity, simplicity, directness, sacredness, rhythm and pace.

In this 21st Century my work becomes first about identity. Perhaps fifty or one hundred years from now the work will again be about abstraction first – which is where I begin now. Abstraction, sacred space, cultural identity; labels whose relevance change with the trends and with the art discourse of this time.

The exhibition In the Garden, In the Distance runs from January 14 to April 10, 2022 at the Loveland Museum in Loveland Colorado.  

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