We declined an offer from friends to sail to Ibiza, my studio exacts its price. Aside from the shotgun blast to my calendar on the lead up to the show in Palma, it would be a brain dialating experience right at the moment where the focus of a diamond seems more appropriate.
After five years on a cruiser in the Pacific and Indian Oceans, I've never been particularly eager to become a speck on the horizon again. That speck so long ago was nuclear powered, this time it's a biggish sail boat. That's serious stuff. Dangerous. Wonderful. Approach with caution.
Anyway, I've referenced tacking in terms of sailing as a metaphor of an artist who navigates a world ordinated by a north pole of abstraction and a south pole of representation. Planting another flag of discovery on them seem less interesting to me than exploring the globe in between.
Posted by Dennis at July 26, 2011 2:01 PM
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