The Skins of Ourselves
Our Skins, our faces, our identity. Unique?
As unique as the spots on a leopard, as the stripes on a zebra? Yes.
Examine, pare down to fundamentals. What’s so unique?
To non-human eyes we must surely appear
different, but (equally) identical.
Can you reduce to the basic human?
No, but it is a worthwhile exercise.
Nothing to do with individual ego or identity. Everything to do
with humanity. What it is to be human? It’s all in the face.
Everything else is a distraction.
I paint. I like to make interesting marks. I want people to want
to look at my work. To feel it has worth. The only way I know
how to do this is to put worth into the painting. If I feel it has
worth (worthy) someone else will. I am human not unique.
I love oil paint, its smell and texture. My work is just a skin
of oil paint.