the best artist statement i ever read was
three simple words: know your materials.
here in arizona there is an overabundance of
sun, so i sought to harness some of its excess.
perhaps this burning desire was born when
i picked out some lenses at optek,
being to etch drawings into scrap wood.
almost blinded myself with first attempt,
white hot light bright as a welder's tip
seared a floating pinpoint afterimage
into my eyes so i found it wise to
invest in some dark,
|no scraps handy,
resorted to buying a couple 4-foot
sticks of oak and poplar hobby board, then
down to coaster-size squares. stupidly
bought some other lenses
but landed back on the one i started with,
like someone re-marrying their ex.
my hosts are partial to old west imagery,
so i searched horse,
clip art, placed paper on screen and
traced with sharpie, then transferred to
wood by pressing face down and wiping
alcohol on the back with a Q-tip.
i touch up the transfer then follow
the lines which, being dark, burn
why do this? no good reason other than i
enjoy exploring a new process.