I don't have the words quite yet but there is something about working with the pigments that is a conversation.
Between me and the pigment, between me and whoever might look. About how it might be altered digitally as well. I am not sure I would call it art, but I would call it story telling. Maybe because it is a word that is more comfortable.
It's about local, or location since not all the materials I am working with are local. (I would like it to be as local as possible.)
And about transformation and change, which is inevitable...mine and the materials. How amazing is it that plant can become paint or ink? That soil and rocks can be as well? How am I being changed as I learn what can be created? How it might flow or not flow?
About what might be possible and curiosity. Like many I am not sure about the word "sustainable" anymore, but how can we be more respectful?
And...thinking about languages we grow up with, the languages we learn to speak, the ones that we struggle with, the ones we might learn in the future?