STREETS RIDGE ARCHAN KNOTZ: Study of Cup monotype print 6" x 14"Funk Move...

STREETS RIDGE ARCHAN KNOTZ: Study of Cup monotype print 6" x 14"




Funk Move...: Study of Cup monotype print 6" x 14" Funk Move On   Still nursing a sore extraction of a back molar.     However, I ...

Study of Cup monotype print 6" x 14"

Funk Move On

 

Still nursing a sore extraction of a back molar.    

However, I am moving out of my funk.

How hard this is. Music helps, close to my ear, I am wear headphones, blasting it directly into the pleasure center of my brain.

 

Played around with some paint today. I like the result. I used the monotype printing technique with watercolour. I added a little more paint after the printing process was completed. I like the texture, the unpredictability of how the painted surface acts with how long I have allowed the paper to soak.

I feel a little clumsy while applying the paint, however, it is a start.

 

 

STREETS RIDGE ARCHAN KNOTZ: Are All Eggs coming Out of One Basket?Have been ...

STREETS RIDGE ARCHAN KNOTZ:
Are All Eggs coming Out of One Basket?
Have been ...: Are All Eggs coming Out of One Basket? Have been thinking about connection to family members in the last little while, since I am prep...

Are All Eggs coming Out of One Basket?

Have been thinking about connection to family members in the last little while, since I am preparing to travel to my country of birth.

Is blood thicker then water?

My family in Germany has been missing milestones I have achieved here in Canada.
Where have we lost the connection, or did we ever have one?
Connection is created through memories.
I am a product of my experiences and memories.
My experiences and memories with my family are limited to the time I have spent with them.

What is family?
The definition of family is, a basic social unit consisting of parents and their children, considered as a group, whether dwelling together or not. Nothing speaks of love, and support.

I have been exploring through some of my artwork a connection to my parents. When thinking of my parents, I see two people who suffer. A reflection, is this what family will do, reflect. Reflect the mortality, the fear that it provokes in me. The questions about my life. Am I living life to it's fullest or am I holding back and are waiting... waiting, for what? To make up my mind to enjoy life? I am scared I am missing the boat of life. 
Why?
Have I moved myself into the future or am I stuck in the past and are forgetting to smell the roses?