I have been contemplating these passages from Martin, as well as the images of Cunningham, and reflecting on what is it that coerces form from my hand. It feels completely visceral, intrinsic, sacred, yet ultimately ineffable. I see it mirrored in the creations of nature. I see my freedom in my forms. I see freedom in creation, and in that freedom I see truth and connection.
"When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our mind there is awareness of perfection."
"Say to yourself, I am going to work in order to see myself and free myself while working and in the work. I must be alert to see myself in the work - when I see myself in the work, I will know it is the work I am supposed to do."
"Artwork is a representation of our devotion to life." -Agnes Martin
Imogen Cunningham
Imogen Cunningham
M.E.Morris, Winter Tulips, NYC, 2016