The Salter and Me
As an artist I am interested in the subtle ways in which ancient patterns of life persist in the present and alter the flavor of experience.
We humans lead a layered existence: part of our consciousness resides in the modern world writing blog posts while another part is still scanning the horizon for prey; the moments when the two realms touch are like tiny stitches linking the opposite sides of a quilt.
One such moment for me is adding salt to a dish: I scoop from a jar, raise my arm so that the salt will distribute evenly, and let the grains sift through my fingers. Salt falls; steam rises. Every time I perform this simple motion I have the fleeting sense that I am performing a sacred ritual in an ancient world; that I have not only salted but blessed the soup. Then I flip on the news, because I have to listen to something while I cook, and I am back in the 21st century.
posted by Elizabeth Torak | 6:47 PM
2 Comments:
Hi Elizabeth,
Your wonderful works are the living proof why learning how to draw is that important.
Some say it's not, I say IT IS.
Kind regards,
José
Hi Jose,
Thanks so much for your kind words.
There may be artists for whose work the ability to draw is not relevant but drawing for me is a critical foundational skill - moreover I love to draw and can't imagine why anyone would pass up such a beautiful experience. Here is a link to a post about drawing on my other blog http://etorak.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-drawing.html
All best, Elizabeth
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