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The Green Box

July 28, 2015
My version of Duchamp's "Green Box"

My version of Duchamp’s “Green Box”

Let us consider two important factors, the two poles of the creation of art: the artist on one hand, and on the other the spectator who later becomes the posterity; to all appearances the artist acts like a mediumistic being who, from the labyrinth beyond time and space, seeks his way out to a clearing.

Marcel Duchamp

Combining artwork with journal entries

Combining artwork with journal entries

Having completed my eight-hour drive from Corpus Christi, back to my home in the metroplex, I am exhausted to the bone, but still need to pull together some ideas while they are fresh for tomorrow night’s presentation. I am a proud member of a Salon that meets monthly to discuss ideas, and tomorrow evening I will be sharing my experiences as Artist-in-Residence on the Texas Laguna Madre. I have known about this engagement for over a month and have composted a number of approaches to presenting this experience, but I am still making changes.

For over twenty years, I have been fascinated with Marcel Duchamp’s nine-foot tall installation, titled The Bride Stripped Bare By Her Bachelors, Even (The Large Glass). He worked on this piece from 1915-1923, before bringing it out for public viewing. In 1934, he made available ninety-three pages of notes and illustrations, showing the workings of his mind as he put this piece of art together. Titling it The Green Box, he wished it be a verbal complement to the imagery in his sculpture.

On May 6, exactly one month before I was to being my Artist-in-Residence assignment, I began my own “Green Box” and in the ensuing weeks stuffed a manila file folder full of my writings, musings and sketches of the island project that lay before me. I am currently thinking of sharing some of these ideas with the Salon tomorrow night, as well as the images of the paintings I just took to Corpus Christi yesterday for the one-man-show.

I wish I could write more tonight, but my eyes are closing. It’s been a long, weary travel day, and there is so much to do tomorrow.

Thanks for reading.

I paint in order to remember.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.