I am trying to complete a piece that was started a while back, in time for jurying this weekend. This is a glimpse at the accordion style book - the cover above, and the not quite completed first two pages below. The theme is about how we come into this life these solitary/individual bodies, and nearly immediately begin to form groups, categories, and ways to sort ourselves and separate, to seek differences over similarities - why? when oursimilarities are so much greater! When unifying would be of such larger service to humanity and to our own spirits... As I try to avoid the news, the horrors in Gaza, the numbers of dead and injured from warring in Iraq, and the ongoing 'quagmire' in Afghanistan, these questions loom larger in my heart, and my artist self tries to make some kind of sense of that which can't be made sense of...
1: a deranged state of the mind usually occurring as a specific disorder (as schizophrenia)
2: such unsoundness of mind or lack of understanding as prevents one from having the mental capacity required by law to enter into a particular relationship, status, or transaction or as removes one from criminal or civil responsibility
3 a: extreme folly or unreasonableness b: something utterly foolish or unreasonable