Monday, March 5, 2012

New Painting: in love and loves what vanishes: Melissa...

Here are a few photos of a new painting in a series. I am exploring what is the most basic motivation of human cultural endeavor - the desire for continuity and the awareness that we end. This series is a conceptual kind of self-portraiture. In another post (with less brainy language) I called this a fuck-list of consciousness.  And while I don't think that erotic relations are the only relations humans have, I do think they are the ones that reveal the rest of our world to us.  In  no other sphere of human life, except perhaps war, do we act with such conviction, abandon, idiocy, and tragedy. 

 The title of this series comes from these lines of a poem by William Butler Yeats:

But is there any comfort to be found?
Man is in love and loves what vanishes,
What more is there to say?

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