So where to now? How much time is left? This is the question that we have lived with since the beginning.
I want to spend whatever time is left as an artist - and what exactly is art? Authenticity. Handmade with original thought rather than computer generated and guided. The conveyance of love and sincerity, a product of the oven, a product of canvas, a product from our garden, a product from me to you.
I’d much rather be wrong than compliant and uniform. We must be who we are and falling short of that is failure at any stage.
I would rather misspell and fail with my punctuation than fail to deliver my personal affection and appreciation for the audience
I want my art to be recognizable, often rustic, one of a kind rather than uniform and immersed in sameness.
I want to surprise the audience - loved ones, cherished friends and acquaintances. Have them taste, have them see, have them feel.
Mon métier est ma passion et mon vélo est mon médicament
I prefer to plant my art in the rugged broken cracks of pavement between the breathtakingly brilliant and the mundane repetitious and lusterlessness of emulation and copy.
The past of people, places and things gives way to our present and with head up, eyes open wide and hope upon our sleeves, the future stands before us so close we can almost touch her, almost smell, almost hear her murmuring prophecies
There is no time left to waste - not another day, not another minute.
People come and go - experiences do the same. Remember the good - let go of the bad. Learning, exploring, creating those are the things of infinite value and I pray the same for my art and all of you.
So true, Mike! No time to waste. Be your authentic self. That is each of our art.