The Process

There are not too many times in sober waking life that I can account for the fact that colors are of a heightened intensity. These moments are few and brought on by a substantial stress. For two nights I slept little, constantly occupied with the thought of living a more fulfilling life and the struggle to attain that. That’s how I found my way to this site, so I started a page, hoping that I can start getting some publicity in this town and move a painting or two so I can get out of my day job and treat my mind to the life so desired.

I like where I live, it is a pleasant little bubble in the middle of the woods, I have an arroyo right outside, I can access it anytime I want by transporting my self down the blue spiral portal, sixteen steps to be exact.  At sunset  last night I went for a walk to get some air and wake up. It is all green out there now, it is alive, ants all over the place, strange beetles were staggering and flipping around on there backs, as if they intoxicated and dancing for another who was not around. Birds were talking and singing everywhere, which in my opinion is the coolest part of this wilderness.  The abundance of rain lately has allowed everything to be green and thick like a forest, different color flowers have bloomed, Cati once dried and shriveled are not displaying beautifully colored buds.

At one point  I looked up at the sky and saw these  these pockets of tree branches that just glowed a color I have never seen before, it was amazing and slightly scary. Some kind of violet color, radiating in front of the blue sky. I felt as if I had just eaten mushrooms, my legs were weak, my lungs full of yawns, my perception disoriented and colors alive with a sensation I have never seen.  A few weeks ago I was considering this reality, wondering if it was actually possible to see new colors. To see new colors is an idea that bothers and fascinates me, I can understand creating new color systems in paint but seeing new colors after thirty one years of visually observing the world?

I think that perception gets heightened the more we explore and embrace it. My neighbor, a practicing Buddhist, said recently that those who meditate on a constant basis can slow there perception of the world down, thus becoming more united with energy. a process that takes one closer to a more universal way of living, universal like literally tapping into pure energy. this concept was fascinating to me.  I am totally interested in visual perception, Ive explored it in many ways, mostly through drawing and painting. For me the idea of visual perception is not merely just about seeing, but how what we see effects the nature of the mind, and how the nature of the mind affects how we see and what we choose to see.

Painting lets me tap into and explore and invent concepts revolving around perception. Color is my foundation to construct some intuitively analytical and analytically intuitive compositions that tell the story of my explorations. Its painting, its a mystery, that’s why I try to write about it. I find it fascinating, the process that is, like I find perception fascinating. The past two days have showed me that there are colors I have never experienced, that our understanding of this lived world is barely explainable.  Art, true quality art, is a necessity, it allows us to form new structures of thought and understanding and appreciation.