O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When? ~ Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward Angel.
Your goal in drawing should be to encounter the reality of experience. . . to see ever more clearly, ever more deeply. ~ Betty Edwards, Drawing On The Right Side of The Brain.
I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN CURIOUS about everything,” Charles Timm-Ballard tells me earnestly, as we discuss his work and artistic vision. His references and the scope of his intellect support this self-observation. In the course of one conversation, he moves through ideas seamlessly, bringing together the concept of ontological pessimism with our…
