Something about being able to see the horizon stretching out, apparently without end; could be while driving across the flat part of Ohio or (as is the case here) gazing out across the ocean, things slow down and the static voice in my mind shuts up. Looking out and all around, I can feel connected to and engaged by this larger whole in a way that is peaceful but not passive.
The palette of greenish sepia, yellow, black and white together with the elongated dust storm/cloud/smoke like shapes on 8 arms/spokes that make up the fan structure of my artists’ book August B Fan, reference the heat and dryness that are typical for us at this time of year. Gold also appears in recognition of August’s Roman namesake Julius Caesar. In addition to the language play detailed in my last post, this piece demonstrates a concern with a declining honey bee population (most of the bees are white and all are at the apex of the slightly ominous twisting smoke shapes), once termed Colony Collapse Disorder, which has accelerated since 1999 when the book was made .