This time, it came right out of the old imagination box. The assignment was to do a self-portrait of a chair. My thought progress went something like:
Me: Dad, what kind of chair would I be?
Dad: Hm. Maybe a wicker-chair?
Me: I like that.
Wicker-chair searching turned into chairs being made out of actual trees by artists, making me want to make my "self-chair" come literally out of the ground to give a sense of my being a product of nature, my connection to nature, which then turned to this eery sense of petrification, speaking of my inability to act in this world to do any good.
I'm really interested in progress of thoughts, and I think mapping how I made decisions is really neat. Here's my artwork. I think it's done. Might soften the clouds a bit, but I haven't decided.
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