Sometimes your friends’ blogs are the things that really set your mind spinning.
The way you muse about the meaning of the word “medium” is quite evocative. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the meaning of medium in art expressed more aptly. The choice of materials shapes an image so much more than most people think. A medium can make certain effects very difficult to accomplish or it can make their acquisition smoother. Sometimes that difficulty is exactly what one needs, too, for the sake of a kind of invention. Equally much sometimes the ease with which certain media help a picture is like a God-sent blessing. And whether it is easy or difficult — in either case — the medium poses limits around which art has to accept its confinement. A picture is not the thing, but a parallel world to real things. A picture is about thoughts about things. Sometimes it’s like an echo cardiogram, a picture of how the heart responded to waves reflected against its surfaces.
Your autoportrait is very striking, uses its medium in a brilliant way. And yet it conceals as much as reveals. The walls a medium builds are as interesting as its windows and doors.
This is the comment I left at Benedicte’s blog today after reading what she said about the way that a medium in art is a bridge. I was wondering what I could post at my blog, and after writing this at Ben’s blog I realized — “that’s it! there’s an idea.”
Her comment just prompted all this hand waving and “gotta say something” from me. Like the little kid at school, I find myself wiggling in the seat, hand shot straight up, “ooh, ooh, I know!” Sometimes your friends make you feel positively brilliant! One of the umteen reasons to extoll the wonders of friendship.