Our relationship to "art" (visual, literary, musical, theatrical etc) is complex, if we have one that is. Some don't ever look . If they did they might be surprised and find they relate to at least some of what they see. Is there possibility for us in works of art? A vision of our humanity of our world of beauty or ugliness? Is there a nobility we aspired to but didn't realize? A tarnished part we hide from everyone? Are we more alive after facing and acknowledging these odd truths about ourselves? Just asking questions.
This is the first of a batch of works I've finished recently but have not yet posted. This is an odd one. It's oil on canvas board. Below is a very rough sketch of mine on which it is based, though it differs considerably from the sketch. As stated, the visual metaphor here are about our interaction with art our relationship to art.
- Mar Walker
