Today I burned an early painting done my freshman year in College under the tutelage of professor Frank Hewitt, a noted Vermont painter who inspired me during my years at UVM where I majored in Studio Art. It's cleansing to let go of old artwork, watching it burn in a fire seeing paint strokes disappear.
Reflecting back while watching canvas curl I remembered a time of exploration of new ideas, new friends, of learning about color, form, shape coalescing about a point of view, a framework of thinking. Whatever the media it always seemed then to be about how to frame a viewpoint while listening to the medium speak at the same time.
Whether painting, drawing, sculpture or later in the last fifteen or twenty years, architecture and designing environments for many people, this framework and point of view has remained critical. It's inspirational actually watching an old painting perish in the flames knowing in my heart a new one is soon to be born with a new story to tell.
It speaks to the cycle of creativity we all experience in our lives where endings are always beginnings. It's not easy to always see and understand but it's a fundamental part of our existence.