Create to Exist

Create to Exist

Breathing.

I create to exist.

To give and to sustain life.

Allowing my senses to feel.

Letting life close to grow.

Being itself and the act of creation, carrying the promise of evolution and decay through energetic exchange of existence.

I recognize and seek comfort in the tangibility of the creative process.

It gives purpose and reassurance through the aesthetic trail of knowledge connecting me to remnants of our past, threaded into our present and future.

The currents created from the consciousness of nature and networks of our ancestors woven to inform and nourish parallelities of existence and artistic expression.

I accent marks, spills and stains, traces, patterns left by culture, the geography and by my presence over time in space.

Choosing to create or extract a vision I see in sediments and textures of gathered layers of mixed media to express the material and in-material world.

I absorb, resonate and ground through embracing interdisciplinary sensibilities, to encourage the communication of the community with heightened senses in the environment.

I dance with gesture until equilibrium is found in composition, contrast, dimension, light, mood, texture and tone, pushing and pulling composition, through color and depth.

Feeling, growing an awareness of material and its impact in the natural and man made architecture supporting its existence.

I seek to emphasise the gesture, the awareness to the choice you make, the sentiments you choose to let guide you, the attitude with which you take action and perceive, and where you place attention.

The marks byproducts signifying the finding and sustaining of balance in emotion, body, mind and spirit.

Skins shedded like shells, serving as aloo agorenei and sumballein for life.

Sediments rooting and signifying the metamorphosis of the soul, documenting realization and growth.

The aesthetic web of associations acting as a metonym.

The act of archiving conscious creating as ‘a question of the future, the question of the future itself, the question of a response, of a promise and of a responsibility for tomorrow.’

Tracing and treading the path through my own mark making.

Gathering ripened fruits fallen to reveal the unreeling patterns of the extension of the Self.

Carolin Rechberg

Inside still Lush

Inside still Lush

"Are your roots still growing Are they just dormant and will wake up and revive Or have you capt them Have you chosen to let the trunk mould Wither away Nourished by dust and the illusion of rain Thirsting feeding of our memories Of a dream seen in the seed born from you and me A cactus Inside still lush With the shell and spikes Protecting the core holding on in the changing of colors In the abyss of a wintering desert in drought Giving birth to hope that we will live and reign Not die for a rain which will never come again."

Cactus

Are your roots still growing

Are they just dormant and will wake up and revive

Or have you capt them

Have you chosen to let the trunk mould

Wither away

Nourished by dust and the illusion of rain

Thirsting

feeding of our memories

Of a dream

seen in the seed born from you and me

A cactus

Inside still lush

With the shell and spikes

Protecting the core

holding on in the changing of colors

In the abyss of a wintering desert in drought

Giving birth to hope that we will live and reign

Not die for a rain which will never come again.