Ode to Wicomico Creek

I am back on the river.

Watching the tides caress the curves of carved shores.

The marsh grass swaying in the encore of its own celebration.

The lights of the sky reflected on waters dancing surface.

The calls of beings of flight accompanying, conducting the concert of the species bound to earth.

The rustling of the leaves varying in pitch dependent on the height and structure of the trees.

Singing a song of the rain to come

Of the gratitude for the day and the joy for another to tread its way.

Lured to sink into the rhythm of natures present.

Like the water rising and falling. forming clouds to feed in rain, springs, streams and oceans, the nature which allows us, conscience and devotion, confidence seeing through wisdoms eye, that everything must be born and everything must die.

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

Reflecting on Lithography

It is about the senses

The process

If lithography allows you to get close to ones own presence through the tactility, the visceral experience of materials.

In the meditation of repeated motion one registers the equilibrium of sound, texture, smell

Over time and the tribute to experience the balance in, tenderness and strength, in weight is found

The dance of the body in relationship to an alternating structured environment with handenacted kinetic tools leading to different ranging motions making conscious of internal and external space to realize an open funding circle where the results ends in the magical appearance of an image

Drawn out of the stone

The energy exchange manifested