It is more than mildly reaffirming or comforting to know that other artists across genres are on their missions to find inner artistic clarity and just clarity of life in general. This affects all humans and artists are keen on translating and transmitting this challenge and emotion. I have read self taught artist’s blog for some time now, and the reason I do is because I think found objects are beautiful. I frequently go on walks about town looking for littered print material to add to my box of reference material. STA takes her found objects and makes beautiful clocks.

Taking time to find objects to make time. How beautifully cyclic.

And her clocks can be very emotional and clear, transmitting moments of sexuality and decay, birth and meditation.

I raise my fist in solidarity to the seconds of each day we all try to live in that clear light inside us.

(And if only you could see my stacks of notes and project lists. Lists. Lists. Lists. Flow charts. I think it was John Baldessari, but I could be wrong, who said something to the effect that “artists make lists. We don’t think in sentences, we make lists.”)