“Stonebridge.” This is one of mine that was displayed at the Macworld Expo in San Francisco. I had no idea what it meant when I made it. I was just trying to be a channel through which visions were transcribed from the beyond and found expression. That discipline requires restraint. Resist your own impulse to contrive false narratives. I think that is the most difficult state of consciousness that an artist can sustain. It sounds goofball to most people, but it was very real to me. I’ve spent the last 20+ years trying and failing to find it again. I’m not certain, but I think the woman on the bridge is feeling the presence of her child for the first time. The winged figure might be the spirit of life. The swan might reflect the timeless nature of that singularity, unfolding over generations and millennia… the moment when a woman senses life within. From a design perspective, the arc of the top rail of the bridge is reflected throughout the composition. The limbs of the willows, the banks of the creek, the plant spires emerging next to the rocks, the wing of the aerial spirit (angel?). All the same contour, flopped, scaled, stretched.
Stonebridge
