Something has been unfolding since Friday night, it has been gaining in momentum as the hours pass, reaching it's peak of clarity this morning, sitting here on this rare grey Los Angeles day, at my table, with my tea, in front of my computer. A collage of events colliding.
I was having an email exchange this morning with my friend Christine, about a Conversation we saw this past weekend at Paris Photo between Phil Collins and Sharon Lockhart. At one point Collins said that he believes that ultimately you become an artist to fall in love (at which point C and I both grabbed something from our bags on which to write this down, it resonated with both of us so deeply in various ways). Each of them talked further about the very personal connections they make with the subjects they photograph, and how they hope that this intimate connection can be felt by the viewer. And this morning as we wrote to each other I started to think that not only is this true for me as an artist, but I think it is also true for me as a viewer. I think on some level, through some kind of osmosis of viewing, I hope I get the experience of feeling even just a moment of this kind of intimacy and connection, a kind of falling for something that I don't have control over, to be overcome and taken by something. I want to create and experience a closeness, maybe not a comfortable one, but something honest. To give something, and to receive something of the same cloth. We wrote back and forth about this, and in our exchange it became clear to me something that hit me so hard last night because of an amazing email from a reader of this blog... that in art, in relationships, in life... we crave connection. We want a witness.
Without weaving in and out of all the ways this is tying in and showing up in my life right now, I will leave it there. But, (very connected to all of that) I want to also say thank you. Thank you to all of you who read this blog. Thank you to all of you who I don't know, but who are out there connected in some way. Thank you to all of you who have written me some of the most beautiful and moving emails about how you are effected by what I write and share here. Thank you all for being a witness for me. I have always thought of making art, and what I express here in ideas and experience and writing, as an act of faith. I think of this space as a place to connect and share, and yet it sometimes feels so removed and abstract to me (the very nature of the internet i guess)... void of true and meaningful connection. But, to those of you who have reached out and trusted me with your stories, I thank you for showing me that it can in fact happen. You have taught me more than you know. The biggest lesson being that when you value and trust your voice and risk by putting something out in the world, its rewards will circle back and return to you.
(I also read this amazing post this morning, yet another piece in the collage that is unfolding before my very eyes. I'm posting at 11:11am in your honor K)
painting by Landon Metz