I'm starting a new lino print involving the idea of home and what it means to us. I recently saw pictures of the abandoned automotive factories and houses in Detroit and was amazed. We build these structures and boxes to keep us safe... to help us survive, but they are so temporary. I sometimes think of all the little things we keep in our houses that we don't even think about. Someday all our carefully organized items will blow away or maybe they'll end up in a museum, but the structures we create won't last. I once heard a lecture from a scientist who had a stroke which temporarily wiped out the left side of her brain. Although she couldn't speak, she felt as if all barriers were gone and she was one with everything. Everything was just flowing molecules. The impermanence and artificiality of the walls we put up fascinates me. Are they cages or defenses? Are they personal or public?
I don't really know where this is going, but I haven't blogged in a while and it's good to write down my thoughts.
Maybe by the time I finish carving this I'll have a grand idea... but probably just more questions.
© Laurel Martin 2010