Normally putting foot in mouth is not a pleasant experience, but I must concede that in this case it tastes pretty good. My long standing views on post-modern art evolving into beautiful experiences that have given me the much needed confidence to work in a style I once thought was foolish. I am blissfully learning that a piece of art(be it painting, sculpture, photography, etc...) does not necessarily need to portray something that any viewer will grasp as a specific subject or concept. Rather, the works can take on a meaning wholly inherent to the individual viewers experiences. It can mean different things to different people.

It seems obvious that our world is ever exspanding. There are no general experiences that will create a multipurpose reaction from the general public because each individual has their own reality effected by their enviornment and upbringing. So, while and artist may create something that has specific meaning to them it is meant to translate to a broader audience based on the audiences reaction to it. Not in just knowing what exactly it is that your seeing, but relating it to your own experiences and thoughts.

I feel as if I've had this knowledge, this whole other world, hanging above my head my entire life and only now have I taken the time to look up and see that it is there for me to have.

The picture I've included is by Francesca Woodman. As of yet I have never seen images so raw. Raw with emotion and a beautiful mind. She commited suicide when she was 22.

Lastly I want to add that I am still having considerable trouble grasping (for lack of a better word) seriously abstract and minimalist works. I let you know when that epiphany hits.