"Grandpa, is it true that houses were so hot in the middle of the winter that people would open windows to cool off? And that you wore sweaters inside in the summer?"
-question from my future grandchild
Form is inevitable in the visual arts. It is the language with which we, as artists, give voice to our ideas. Poetry and politics frames competing issues – at least for this artist. Poetry is something mysterious, that ultimately goes beyond words or forms to an un-nameable. Politics is the art of engaging in discourse and persuasion. This blog and the work within reveals a struggle.
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