There is always a point in which the reality of visual experience (as far as we can tell) forfeits its sensory integrity and just plain gives in to all the rest of the information that surrounds it. Inevitably the image loses it's wholeness, splintering under the pressure of all that random orbiting data, related and unrelated, coincidental and derivative, all that other stuff, pushing and pulling, doolittle's pushmepullyou. That is my favorite visual place, I like to linger midstream.
Midway through this painting, however, I received a photo of Vivian out of the water and I started to pull some of the distortions back. And then I received another in which half of VIvian's face was outside of the water. Normally no part of my images emerges from their amniotic wateriness, but I want to think that this image is different. We shall see. I have gone perhaps too far into description, but I sort of have a plan to build a bridge between the two worlds...
Midway through this painting, however, I received a photo of Vivian out of the water and I started to pull some of the distortions back. And then I received another in which half of VIvian's face was outside of the water. Normally no part of my images emerges from their amniotic wateriness, but I want to think that this image is different. We shall see. I have gone perhaps too far into description, but I sort of have a plan to build a bridge between the two worlds...
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