Describing my particular style of art as Contemporary Counterpoint has confused some.

I suppose it could be considered a little obscure.

And you know how much I love a good clear definition and understanding of the concept/equation/word.

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I found a beautiful essay this morning by Lewis Thomas that is titled: On Thinking About Thinking.

If you get a chance it is well worth the read.

In discussing the joyous process of thought, from notions to memories, joining in aggregate to produce ideas, sucked into the black holes of exhaustion or elevated to purposeful, directional movement hunting for something similar, the receptors of something outside of us, he introduces counterpoint.

"Counterpoint is but one aspect of the process of combination, separation, recall and recombination."

Thinking is music, the music of counterpoint. Absorbing, sorting, shifting, sifting - perspective similar and opposing,  but ultimately only as unique as everyone else - Montaigne's ordinary man.

Why paint? 

Because I have to. 

Painting, stitching, sculpting, creating is the continuance of the thought, of the humanness, being breathing, begetting.

Point. Counterpoint. Point. Counterpoint. Contemporary.