|Cerulean Rendevous by Carole Choucair Oueijan (mosaic)|
|Pict9339 by Lubosz Dobroslaw Kerway (mosaic)|
|Wet Nude by Mehmen Hakan Demirok (mosaic)|
|You Catch My Teas by Concetta Perot (mosaic)|
|Permafrost by Sonia King (mosaic)|
Mosaic is the medium, tiles are the paint of the mosaic artist and our hands - lovingly shaping and handling each piece - are our paintbrush. We are all journeying - our process becoming more skilled, instinctive and complex as we deepen our interaction between the medium and our inner and outer worlds.
What are these exclusive edicts really about? Could it be that mosaic art, so accessible (for even those who 'can't draw'), lending itself so readily to outsider-art and self-teaching, is a touch threatening? Does the making (and selling) of art really have to be kept out of the hands of the masses?
This post began as a simple desire to display the image below of a wonderful and challenging installation I experienced last summer and to pose the questions of where it fits within definition of genres (is it mosaic or not?). But, as often happens, my neural tap-tapping of fingers on plastic keys took me elsewhere! Glad if you would add your thoughts to mine.
|Mirror by Shaeron Caton-Rose (mosaic??)|