I’ve been contemplating abstraction in art and life and what our consciousness does with it. From the time we’re kids, we love abstraction. We look at clouds and we tell each other the shapes they make for us. We do the same with puddles of water, tea leaves and ink blots. We seem to be meaning-seeking individual. If the meaning at first glance does not appear inherent, we find meaning. Perhaps it is our subconscious that provides the meaning, perhaps it is a higher part of ourselves using the perceived amorphousness to give us clues about things that would help us on our journey.
In art, i find this to be true not only for the viewer but also for the artist. Often, I have had friends tell me that they see things in my art that I have not intentionally put there. We perceive what we need. The universe is awesome that way.
