In mulling through notes and photographs of the outdoor piece before heading over to do a little work I thought of calligraphy. Gestural language marks, extinct languages, pictographs, the way the light creates these forms naturally, moving across the surface. Natural Graffiti an inaudible language of transient mark making. Taking a photograph in October when the light is very dramatic, I caught an example of this thought aiming the camera up through the work. It takes on a vertical composition like Japanese or Chinese. I think of reaching towards the unknown for answers for conversation with the universe all around me.
It's me again
|"wild is the air", 2014 (c) Dianne Bowen, detail current work in progress, East Village, NY|