Saturday, June 2, 2012

On Art making and the splendor of my husband in the studio...


On Art making and the splendor of my husband in the studio...


The space between finished work and success travels like a creek.. finding it's way to a stream, then (hopefully) meandering to a river,
and flowing through falls,
and eventually
 flooding into the great blue sea...

It is without hope that we make the work, the hope would be...                              
too distracting, too disruptive...
of course at times it creeps in through all manners of self awareness and creates the first dam in the river toward success.

I've watched my husband navigate these turbulent waters like a salmon...homing in...on death...on life.  Because like the salmon nothing comes between him and finding a path home (home for him, being his art).

My husband's way is with blackened fingers, a fevered hand, and the most beautiful line that seems to pull his hand across any expanse or media.

He is unstoppable and his ingenuity will flow until the energy of all his worth spills into the vastness that holds the magic of the last frontier.

JG Cutshall

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