It is all fireworks – the trajectories of our lives, beginning with an almost silent and invisible ascent, culminating in a burst of light and energy and then floating slowly to earth as the ash it was when it began… Such are the individual events, social contacts, careers, and all the rest that make up the times of our lives. We may gather these disparate occurrences together and call them ‘stories’ or ‘memories,’ but they’re all artificial constructions made from an unbroken fabric of human experience.
The ephemeral nature of experience demands a more durable form – so we make things of the physical material that surrounds us. The products may be paintings, writings, photographs, constructions of various sorts, etc. Others may refer to some of these products as “Art” but, if the maker is honest, he/she will sly away from such an evaluative term and simply be content with the process and its evidence. If the work is honest and authentic, it will be meaningful – perhaps only to the maker but perhaps to many others.