As a surreal artist, I am drawn to (no pun intended) this surreal object that is hard to explain the very essence of it’s meaning. I call it “spherely wounded; spherely scarred”. It first made it’s existence in a doodle on the back cover of a notebook, while I was in A.I.T. which is where you go to classes to learn your job, while in the Army, after boot camp. For some reason this surreal object has infiltrated my art work numerous times and continues to do so within new art works created.
I feel the urge to add this surreal feature to my drawings since the late 1990’s and I’m still trying to understand it’s full meaning. The only thing that speaks to me so far is that life is indeed filled with comedy and tragedy. This tragedy can form psychological wounds that do, in time, heal but leaves a scar that never really fully goes away.
This scar is a reminder of those tragic events that is strong enough to live on deep within our psyche, never to be fully forgotten and shows up in life, in different unintended ways. It is persistent and nagging. It is always under the surface. And it shapes our existence in many provoked ways. I do not believe it will ever go away so I embrace it as a function and feature to the visible aspects drawn from my mind as a physical and psychological object that is meant to be there, to exist as a reminder of the learned things in life that I can build upon in a positive way making past tragedies tolerable.