ArtPropelled
March 2012
February 2012
“
In the utter silence
Of a temple
A cicada’s voice alone
Penetrates the rocks.
” —Basho
“I suppose we all sometimes wonder whether there has been a common thread in the way we make our work. In my case I know it’s been about trying to describe ways of relating to land. The thread which joins it altogether in my case perhaps has been about ‘threading my way’ across the landscape in as subtle and gentle a way as I can.”
—John Wolseley
“My work is a form of evolved contemplation. If you live in nature for a time, you have almost mystical experiences. You get into a state of lyrical excitement and become part of the things that are happening around you: the grass quivering, the birds singing. On a sunny day there is an extraordinary feeling of energy, as light dazzles, bees buzz, birds dart, lizards slither. Nature moves through your veins in a spiritual way, and then the work of art flows out like birdsong.”
—John Wolsoley
