Ponderings

• ·         I entered my second residency with a body of work that was widely varied in technique and medium.
• ·         As I sat there speaking with my fellow residents, I started to think more about what I was doing, and what I was saying. Not that I hadn’t already done this, but that they were asking questions that prompted additional thought.
• ·         I don’t understand anyone else’s experience, only my own. Therefore, is it possible to speak for others? Can I only speak for myself? Is my experience that unique?
• ·         What is my sense of self? What is my legacy? Do I fear my own demise? I belong to no “group”. I’m white, male, middle aged, not ethnic, not religious….I am…..vanilla. Really?