Reflections on Art and Life
An artist’s internal dialogue never stops. Isn’t it enough that I have to interact with the outside world? Wouldn’t it be nice to “come home to myself” for the respite from the external criticism or indifference? But no, the one on the other side of the mirror always questions, comes up with suggestions, changes her mind, changes the rules.
– “This is the kind of harmonic progression you would have used ten years ago. Why don’t you try something else?”
– “But I like this kind and I want to use it again. I think it’s ME. Didn’t you say yesterday that I should be true to myself?”
– “I guess you are right. I don’t know. I think you should reinvent yourself with every piece.”
– “Is that even possible? There aren’t enough pitches in the chromatic scale to do that.”
– “I know but do something different this time. You bore me.”
– “You sound cranky. When was the last time you ate?”
– “I don’t remember. I have been busy composing this piano piece.”
– “You have? I thought it was me.”
– “It was but I had to intervene. Gosh, this measure here doesn’t sit well. Are you going to fix it?”
Symbiosis – acrylics and mixed media on canvas paper.