Flowering

Flowering

This one is coming at you from a lost sketchbook of mine. I scanned this one and lost it a couple days after. I think its sitting somewhere in the Newark Airport lost and found. I already filed a missing item report but I didn’t hear anything back so I’m thinking about calling off the search and saying good bye to another book of memories, thoughts, images, musings and moments. No attachments, right? I think I am actually more bummed about the notes and the information than anything else. I really have much less attachments to the images that I create. I spend so much time on them I feel like they have earned their stripes to go out into the world and fend for themselves. There is a definitely exchange of energy and after I finish a piece. Because of that its easy to separate and let go. My last job is to share it with the world and then I’m off to something else. I only want to get one drawing that I wasn’t able to scan. Its funny how almost all my work these days ends up as 1’s and 0’s on a hard drive. One good flood and any evidence of years of work is gone in a flash. Kind of scary. Kind of humbling. There is certainly a part of me that would rather destroy the things that I create so that I would never have to be judged, but I realize now that’s a little too easy and that the challenge for me is to share. In order for someone to enjoy something you make you also have to give them the opportunity to hate it. It could perhaps be the greatest challenge we have as artists and the greatest gift. To overcome this fear and to embrace the act of giving from the fruits of ones gifts is the gift regardless of what may happen. May we all keep giving.