A Challenge, with a capital C! I dare any of you out there to do this, or if you have already, to share your experience with us. I think my daughter might do this. I believe my friend Rob Robinson does. I do not. My map is never written, it changes with each slab of the sidewalk, each turn of a corner. It has become very limited physically, but since it is in my mind, my freedom is absolute and even oceans or mountains or canyons are unable to contain my journeys. The infinity of imagination is a gift I cherish every moment with every breath. Guy Denning’s Art creates those moments of infinity for me.
Mr. Denning wrote:
Take a map from a foreign, and perhaps strange, country. Leave your house and navigate a local journey with that map. Either you can use the map and attempt to match your journey to it or you can follow your known routes of roads and paths and try to match the map to them.
That is the middle.
Opening the front door and leaving with that map…
That is the start.
It’s not as easy as the middle, but it’s easier than the end.
You won’t know how the journey ends but you will certainly, eventually arrive somewhere. And perhaps even after several false destinations on the way. You won’t even know when the journey is going to end, but after it has ended you will know for sure that it has.
That is the end.
That is how painting works for me.