messy blobs
messy blobs field notes, 2024-2025
In retrospect this notebook was part of a progression. 2023 epic digital creation burnout became most basic mark making became months of plaidness became taking my self unseriously and water coloring on hikes. Being unskilled at watercolor paired well with how clear it became to me that listening and seeing are often erased by assuming i know what I’m lookin at.
Imagining i understand what i hear and what i see is part of keeping pace with the times. Time’s different in nature. Language dissolves, mystery prevails. Of the foothills of my hometown i know so little. But they live in me regardless. Offer themselves whether i seek them or not. Their truth shaping breezes that speak of them if ever i choose to listen. To hear them the gaze must soften. Absence become presence. No goal in mind.
