Revisitation • Heavy is the Head that Bears the Brain • open-edition giclée print

 
 

Thoughts rise, unbidden and uncensored, from deep inside that pink-grey maze of spirals in your head.  

Dark and light, creative and self-destructive alike, they burst or ooze or scurry out and take form in the world.  If the soul exists, it resides within these channels and canals.  

If intelligence exists, it is the most burdensome blessing.

I can’t lie and claim that realizing I made this piece nearly a decade ago isn’t a shock.  I honestly can’t believe I’ve been doing anything that long, let alone cut paper art.  

I remember thinking, during my first or second year doing this stuff, as I massaged the aching muscles in the heel of my palm, that I would almost certainly give up this medium at some point and dive into something, anything, quick and loose.  Not yet, I guess.

There have been some incredible, and very cool interpretations of this piece shared with me by fans and collectors over the year.  Guilt or shame, depression or migraine headaches.

I had two thoughts when I first posted the art.  

How amazing is it that we have survived, as a species, with only this grey-pink hunk of neurons as our primary means of self-defense?  No tusks or claws.  Thin-skinned and slow-moving.  

This first still holds true.  Our continued existence is a tribute to the power of the mind.

The second thing on my mind was how, as a society, we constantly feel the need to look down on people of high intelligence, and celebrate those who seem to skate through life without using their brains at all.

This one is a little more complicated.  On the one hand, during the past decade, we have seen the epoch of the “geek”.  It’s not just the savvy businessman or the brawny athlete we aspire to become.  The Gates and Musks of the world have reached the upper echelons of society, of wealth (and the world loves its wealthy).  The best, and most inclusive, definition of geek characterizes it as a person who is extremely enthusiastic and knowledgable about a (often specialist or niche) subject.  Which makes pretty much all of us geeks about something.

Today’s biggest films are geek topics:  superheroes and fantasy.  TV shows for and about geeks prevail.  Knowledge that was once considered geeky, like hooking up and running a computer, is now essential for pretty much anyone.

At the same time, ant-intellectualism and anti-elitism is rampant.  Anti-elitism itself has been redefined from resenting the nobility and aristocracy (or their modern counterparts) into distrust of experts, scientists, and educated professionals.  

Where we used to look to those who had dedicated their lives to a field as the voices of reason, we now hold that dedication and knowledge against them. 

This strikes me as a dangerous place to be in our evolution as both a civilization and a species.  I hope the next decade is kinder to brains and the people who employ them.

Revisitation • Gravity and the Rebellious Stone • open-edition giclée print

 
⊛  Gravity and the Rebellious Stone   ⊛  open-edition giclée print

⊛  Gravity and the Rebellious Stone  
⊛  open-edition giclée print

 

The face of stone is placid, but not passionless.  

That geologic-scale patience masks the grandest of dreams and desires.  The desire to break the bonds that anchor us in place; to shrug off the shackles of uncertainty and fear.  

Patience gives way to action, passivity to flight.

I'm a fan of gravity.  This might come as a surprise to some people, who think that I'm opposed to all constants in the universe.  Sure, I'm not down with time and I reckon its more or less a figment of our imagination.  Distance and space can seem fairly fickle at times, folding in on themselves or expanding when it suits them.  Even the presence of common objects in this world cannot be taken for granted - you must have noticed that the existence of drink vending machines is indirectly proportional to your thirstiness.  The scarcity of ATMs directly linked to the emptiness of your wallet. 

Gravity, though, is generally a constant friend and ally.  Being securely anchored to the surface of the planet has certain advantages.  Imagine leaping to catch a frisbee, hurtling right on by, and spinning off into the void of space.  Picnics would be regarded with horror.

Like the laws of man however, nature's laws can be draconian in their aloofness.

Want to dunk a basketball?  Float among the clouds?  Not watch your phone shatter on the concrete as it tumbles out of your pocket?  

Gravity doesn't care.

So, it falls to us to struggle against the clinging embrace of natural law, in order to witness our dreams and desires taking flight.  Just so long as we don't lose all anchor to the world.


The Gravity and the Rebellious Stone open-edition giclée print is, once again, available in the shop. A chronicle of a brave, if somewhat fossilized soul, who dares to dream un-rocklike dreams.  

One by one, the prints are popping back up.  Or, if you prefer, the chance to grab a set will (hopefully / finally) come back to the shop over the next few weeks.