Two Ships

History is but time remembered. This time remembered is part of us all. Art at least my art just captures my time and the things I have experienced and that have become a part of me.

As an artist I love being connected to the poetics of time. It makes sense for me because basically, I am a romantic. Many times I have imagined myself steering two different ships. With one, I am traveling through historical time and space, going back to my foundations and my history. I love being connected to the time and poetics of the past. The other ship is moving forward with my imaginings and future time and space and what could be. There are conduits between my two ships and I am the artist guiding those conduits. I imagine fibers of some yarn being torn apart slowly, slowing until the last thread releases. It is a tight rope for sure but the journey is glorious and freeing.

When Holly and I flew into Las Vegas to drive to the Grand Canyon, we were two ships, I have been to the Grand Canyon many times, but this was Holly’s first visit. My history and the history that Holly created with her first visit, added to both of our histories and foundations. We shared the poetics of the past and present, imagined, dreamed, had silent moments, met with tribal members of the Havasupai and the Hualapai native American tribes, but also met tribal members from the Navajo, Hopi, Paiute and Zuni. We were told stories of their histories and beliefs, which were part of their foundations and histories.
We mixed. They left a major impression on me and inspired me and future work. For Holly, she created beginning memories, and extended the memories that she has of traveling with her mom.
Beautiful, beautiful times.