For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
~T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding” ~
I recently came upon an expression called “Oblique Motion.” “Oblique Motion” occurs when one voice (or more) in written music, remains on the same pitch while the other ascends or descends. This seemed to me as if it could be applied to art as well. We have our consistent or usual voice in each piece that we produce, but there is also another voice, one just emerging… new and unknown, or sometimes one that is finished but still resonating… and they each have their own harmony to follow. This may be far too vague a definition for music majors, but please allow me my simple and poetic viewpoint, and my apologies to written music!
My 2012 art journal(s) will be called “Imaginary Conversations ~ Oblique Motion”
The new year arrives and my door is open and waiting for whatever the future may bring. It looks dark inside my open door – but that’s because this is only a cookie house – and I didn’t think to put a tea light inside before I snapped the photo.
I have lots of plans for art projects in this new year ahead – I always have lots of plans for the new year, but I don’t make resolutions. Resolutions seem too rigid, especially for artists – we need to be able to change course in a split second; ever aware of the serendipitous moment, free of spirit, and forever reverent.
Happy New Year to each of you!
I’ve been thinking a lot about horizon lines – the line that divides
the earth and the sky, that magic place only the birds really know…