Hello hello world! Happy belated New Year, I truly hope 2012 is amazing for you! I’m excited for 2012, I’m not sure why precisely but I’m excited for it. This year has already started out as a whirlwind with all kinds of exciting things happening at the studio.
Vincent Van Gogh once said, “If you hear a voice within you say “you cannot paint,” then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.” I started the map paintings to challenge myself as a person and as an artist. The painting series is going better than I could have ever imagined and I’m learning something new everyday with these pieces. My hopes are to finish around 20 of them and soon with the hopes of getting them into a show.
I’ve also been working hard on some ceramic pieces/lines to open an etsy shop. One day I would love to be able to have one of these lines in a brick and mortar type of store but until then I’m looking really forward to opening and starting this etsy shop. I’m not sure whether to use Wallaby Dammed Studios or come up with something is a little catchier but I’ve decided not to let the name game hang me up.
This is the painting that started it all…
More to come soon!
Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.