For your peace of mind, my Friedezilla, Rita, is well and happy. She is a little older and has gray hair in her ears. The episode of the assault happened years ago, fortunately.
I love art and drawing since I can remember. However, in my environment scientific and technical training was more encouraged and art was seen as a hobby and this circumstance has made me think a lot about my own process and about art in general, helped by the perspective in which I do have formal studies, which is literature. I think people are storytellers, I think our history is represented in what we do, but artists, even amateurs, also represent their thoughts about what they do. I see that story in tru brush mud with so much care, or in the computer screen of your collage of the scientist and the mermaid, I see that story in the humorous look, but above all, in the work of light that is made with an artist's sensibility.
Yes, there are stories and meta-stories. It is a pleasure and a privilege to read yours.
Un abrazo enorme para ti.Dear @quantum, how warm your words are.
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Oh, Rita is a fine name and so true for your little saviour. It has the meaning of "Pearl" ("Perle" in Old High German. Short form of Margherite.) as you probably know.
I have no doubt that it is fact. We have such a large memetic community memory that has always spread and still spreads through storytelling. It seems in our genes to tell stories to one another.
I am delighted and very thankful that you pay attention to such details in my collages.
Often I set them more or less instinctively, even if I personally value expression. But they are probably the intimate side of the collages. An access to the soul.
So I also like to look at the details in pictures and collages of other artists and am happy to learn so much about their souls.
It's always my second look that is focused on the details after the scene has taken effect for the first time. Then the respective scene looks completely different.
Tooooo much... xD ... turned redblush. :-D :-)
hahaha... I understand the blush. A very dear teacher (a second father to me) told me that I did not know how to accept flattery and that I should always enjoy the flattery I was given today because I did not know what would happen tomorrow! He was a man with a very acidic sense of humor, of course! hahaha...
Seriously, your reflection on art has left me thinking, thinking... It's good to have the opportunity to meet and create accompanied by so much energy. A hug. See you in the next round!