"Just paint a box blue and the world will change" -- student in today's nichos class
As often happens making art with others, deep conversations unfold over the course of the workshop day. Our talk turned to change--what idea, what dream even, must we let go of, so that a new image, behavior, perspective, can enter in?
A caterpillar changes itself to a kind of soup inside the chrysallis--not even a little foot left, as my student commented. Are we prepared to let the form of something die so that the new can emerge?
The act itself of making art can transform us inside as much as transforming our environment.
What have you painted blue today?