Life imitates art. How many times have you heard that phrase over the years? Well, after I sustained a sprained knee playing basketball a couple of weeks ago, that phrase flipped onto the other side for me: My art, I suddenly realized, was imitating my life.
Three quarters of the way through these two pieces, done in the same evening, it dawned on me that the nature of the composition of both—static in spite of the color contrast—was expressing my own immobility, saddled as I was with a knee immobilizer that ran from my ankle to the middle of my thigh. Without realizing it, my art was imitating my life!