Forms, colors, densities, odors- What is it in me that corresponds with them? -Walt Whitman,1860
Provoking complexity A metaphor for the expression of human experience Carrying with it a history of meanings, a litany of associations, layers of thoughts, vague as the dawn of creation Evoked by the color black, as no other...
Reason combined with knowledge made the ideal man; and calligraphy together with painting was the means by which this ideal character was expressed…. the wielder of the brush was never more alive, and part of past, present or future...
“A lone crane flying, clouds waft through the skies. When I am drunk the world, a deluge of feeling When sober, the world makes no sense”
to experience a work of calligraphy, is to experience human contact…. reading the thoughts, fears, joys, loves of those who have come before you experiencing the “energy” or “spirit” of the hand who wielded the brush, their written words...
Melding with cobalt The hint of white paper beneath. Black is the primal ground, there is revelation here……
We do not have to understand the swirls of black ink…, We just respond to them…..
Holding the same brush Using the same ink Whether an imaginary landscape Or a poem The artist cannot approach nature As other Than a concept An abstraction in black and white
Painting in black ink carving white paper Like a plow cutting through a field of white revealing all the colors, moods and emotions that lie beneath. Some say the color white is a combination of all color And black...