Pure vision is more in need of an open mind than a perfect soul. (1993)
Category Archives: Poetry
The creative process should never be easy. Comfortable, yes. Easy, never.
The figurative well rendered is based on logical sensuality whereas the abstract is rooted in sensual logic.
If I paint a tomato, I am not trying to create a real tomato. I simply want to feel that delicious constricted reaction in my throat that fresh garden picked tomatoes cause. I want to taste it. Painting is a sensuous act. It cannot be reduced to a lowest common denominator exercise in photo-copying.
Art in all its myriad forms is not a therapeutic process yet it is the only method of communication which digs deep enough that an appreciation of it prevents personal and societal decay.
If to be creative we must await the inspiration of our ever elusive muse – that eureka tingle which excites our senses and fills our soul with power and mystery. . . we will spend most of our lives doing nothing.
The incredible idea that a speck. . . a dot extended, becomes a line which can sensuously and rhythmically flow into and out, up and down, sing and dance, scream and spit or massage, sail or soar – all at the pace of a heart-beat – a soul search. To think that such a simple thing – a line can race and swoon, crash or caress at the dictate of a whim – that it can do this and more is mind-boggling. . .
Poetry is for savouring and deep cherishing, for tasting and smelling and stroking – for the stimulation of the senses. Poetry is to the soul what the tang of orange, lemon or honey essence is to the tongue and throat. – 96
