A broad, white mat for life

Spent a little while matting prints last tonight. I stood over my work table with this one for quite a while. It was a moment of unusual clarity (I just rearranged all my furniture to get more clarity in my workspace). It’s spare, it’s simple, but it drew me in. When you stand under this stone it’s quite wonderously large and imposing, but in black and white, with the world blurring around it surrounded by a pure white mat, it’s something harder to put a finger on. I stood in the now blank walled nearly empty room myself matted in white and with a distance from the world. I had to step back for a few minutes and reflect on all the things that got me here.

Have a happy Thanksgiving, everyone!