The ammonite was something
my dad worked on; a fossil shape found dating back beyond land-roaming dinosaurs
and living in the sea. It was difficult for me to create this as I do not like
to follow too much in someone else's footsteps, but it is good to achieve certain
knowledge and to collaborate on an idea that you think has a positive reason,
like global warming and ecology in general.
Things about the image stand out a little, like the shape of a 6 or the hypnotic
spiral. How the blocks of colour get bigger each time, also how it hasn't been
aligned perfectly and seems to be waiting for a finish. But my excuse is that
it is an early piece and I only learned a little about the fossil before starting
it. I still do not know a great deal and find it difficult as I am impatient.
A piece like this requires a great deal of honesty, it depends upon reaction
to theory and wisdom, but stands for itself outside of other categories. If
you compared the movement from the centre to a technique in real life you could
say that you start in the centre of all things and to learn as much as you can
you decide to walk in a circle to see everything, but on realising that you
could just walk back into what you learned at the beginning you decide to walk
a slightly longer path, as you pick things up you find that you can learn to
hold on to more and more information. The only thing that blocks the absolute
wisdom is death and this is a common factor of everything that is sustained
through life. This causes us to return back to our earthly forms, leaving an
indefinite imprint behind, eventually it may be that we lose sight of the initial
imprint and thus another death causes legend, an idea without form.
Else, we may work from the outside in, but not in practice, as to go into oneself
is to hibernate, a treat in effect, or to escape into new horizons. Through
watching films, disappearing into the sunset can also bring up these sandy red
rocky iron colours, the sun being the light source and us, the indescribably
odd followers, wanting but never getting, until we become the light. But this
suggests that when we enter light we become the light itself, we lose form and
only the pattern of memory in the proceeding time connects us to what we once
saw us the figure walking into its future. It is almost to recognise the character
as its own personality, but to see someone else as themselves, is to see you
as yourself in another time, a shadow of yourself and an idea.
Alyosha Barnes