Let’s be brutally honest here. I’ll talk all day long with you, debating a particular piece of art I have created but have always been indignant at the fact that the-know-it-all experts in in the art arena mandate to give full descriptions of every piece created by artists.
Don’t get me wrong. I feel there is nothing awkward in describing a piece in all of its detail and meaning if the artist himself decides or feels that this is necessary for his or her artwork to be grasped properly.
But you see, I have a slightly different take on things. I love titles. I feel as though the title of a piece of art is an invitation. At least this holds true for my artwork.
I strongly profess that aficionados and intrigued viewers of my art alike are entitled to their journey into the land of imagination. Akin to Alice in wonderland they take queues from objects or color patterns or visual hints, one cue leading to the next and so on. Where the voyage of discovery takes you, who knows? What does this evoke … FOR YOU?
Obliterating a sense of discovery and interpretation from art viewers is a bit like stealing away the pleasure of deciphering a story that may be important only to you. With the universal language of dreams, comes meaning and idiosyncrasies particular to each one of us.
A title often appears before the painting itself comes together. A string of words engenders a vivid image. An odd word in the tongue of Shakespeare or my native languages, leads to a creative storm. Words sometimes surface packed with meaning from which I may develop a powerful narrative or a striped down to basics image.
In the end, inspired by words or by a vision, I believe that art is a mesmerizing language without words, a powerful transformative exploration allowing us to live life more fully, to become who we already are in our essence.
Off my soapbox I go… Happy dream creating of your own reality!
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