25 years ago + I visited Venice, Italy. I was with my then-wife and she had to return to the US after a few days and I was left on my own. I loved the architecture, the views from the canals, and the immersion in history. Back then, there were no Google Maps, much less smart phones. I had a paper map. But I found during that time that I had an odd goal - to get lost each day. The water provided bumber curbs so it could never be that bad, but I worked hard at setting off in any unknown direction offered and taking any alley or street that offered itself. If something interesting popped up, that became the destination. I had a great time, and it became my model for foreign travel since then.
In art, I think the same principle is often at work. You train, you practice, you create a body of work, you build something… and then, for me, I do what I can to get lost. Most projects I enter into I might have 40% of the solution as to how to solve certain problems to make something look as I want. But I have found, too, that my original motivations for heading off in any particular direction are usually diluted somewhere in the process. In art, I think the most important thing is not the idea, but the feeling. Often, no matter what I’m working on, I might be as motivated by random things I have seen, or even passages of music. I’m not out to duplicate any of them, and also I don’t know why they might have snagged me, but I pay attention to the fact that they have presented themselves to me and not released.
I’m working on something now - a 1920’s west coast steam yacht. Although the few pictures of it are really nice, and I like the lines of the vessel, the real energy comes from these other random things. Being lost among these disjointed images and sounds are what proved the daily food for opening the door to the studio and moving forward. Here some of them below….