Spaces Between
Wednesday, January 31st, 2007Here’s a thought that I’ve been mulling over the past few days. It deals with art and with living, and is an analogy that started with my grandpa, and was completed today as I was contemplating some of the art in Ester’s blog. Ester, thank you very much, from the bottom of my heart. You have been the unknowing catalyst that helped me piece together a clue that my grandfather left me a long time ago.
Well, this post is dedicated to my grandpa, Alan Alexander, who was born in 1932, and died three years ago to this day. It is some of the wisdom that he passed on to me through his artwork that I want to share now.
A Line
Lines mark boundaries. They are a good for showing where one object or event ends, and where another begins. A line can be curved or straight. The human mind automatically creates lines to separate different objects.
Most importantly of all, a line does not exist. At least, they don’t exist in nature.
When we look at an object, and imagine a line at its edges, we are forgetting that the object has sides that are hidden from our view, sides that wrap around and only give us the illusion of a line. If we rotated that object, we’ll find that what we thought was a line was only there because of our perspective. Even corners are not true lines. On close inspection, corners are rounded off, and even sharp razor edges have multiple dimensions, opposite sides that (thanks to having two eyes) can both be seen at the same time.
Most importantly, when we concentrate on the lines, we miss the space between. (more…)