Season of Love
But when I sat down to write about this collection, I realized I had another influence: Western art and cultural trends of the late 1960s (which slightly pre-date me). You see, I have two much older sisters. They were big music fans, as were my parents, and as a small child I spent a lot of time admiring their clothes and tapestries and listening to their music. One of my favorite albums was Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
During the creation of Season of Love, songs from Sgt. Pepper's kept rattling through my mind. It wasn't until I sat down to name these patterns, however, that I realized the album was recorded in 1967. That is the same year as the Summer of Love. Just months later, in 1968, that the Beatles went to India to study Eastern philosophy.
My brain is weird. I mix up numbers and years and facts, but I have a strong inner narrative; it's a sort of story-telling approach to memory. And there are always images that go with the narratives, a montage of icons. It is a strangely effective way to think of things, if one is a visual artist. On one hand, I cannot concretely tell you how I know something nor can I often recall the hard data to support what I "know." But, if I follow my intuition, I can often unravel my story and icon memory, and come up with something that is accurate (or at least clarifies to me how I got from point A to Point B).
This morning I googled "Sgt. Peppers" and "1960s Paisleys." to see if I might find a way to incorporate these thoughts as I wrote about Season of Love. These are a couple of the first images that came up in my searches. When I saw them, I felt immediate recognition. To me, there is a very strong visual connection between these two images and the color and spirit of my new patterns in Season of Love. Do you see it, too? Or am I just having a Lucy-in-the-Sky-with-Diamonds style hallucination??
I was recently asked by a colleague where I get my inspiration. And honestly, it's not always immediately apparent. But, there is always a story behind my art... even if it takes some unraveling, and even if the connections are through a haze of memory, music, and childhood memories.