Beyond the Sum
From James Bradley’s novel, The Deep Field:
I do not know what art is
but I do know there are things—
objects,
arrangements
of words
and space
and colour
and sound—
which seem to move beyond
the sum of their parts,
creating something greater,
something that transcends the pieces
from which they are formed.
I have been floundering, slumping, feeling at sea recently, aware of faint stirrings to go to my studio while simultaneously feeling unable to get myself there.
BUT, happily, this morning the pull was stronger than the self-sabotage of resistance. I took the second half of the piece I generated a week ago, cut it in half, and began developing it further, suddenly tapping back into the wordless communication between materials and muse that I’d experienced last week.
I responded to what was in hand with what I had at hand—synapses firing all the while—and stopped when the work felt complete. Then I puttered with various paper supplies, glues, and my paper trimmer to create a card.
I had no idée fixe as I worked, in fact no particular idée at all. But I look now and find myself transported to the setting of a lighthouse in Owl’s Head, Maine, in June 2024, with blustery winds and scudding gray clouds foretelling imminent afternoon showers.
Transcendence!

2.5 x 5″; iridescent gelato color sticks, water-soluble
colored pencils, gesso, oil pastels, and India ink on card stock
enclosure card
2025
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