by RJ Hoffman
Just as Heidegger’s imagination could conceive the experience of a peasant when looking at Van Gogh’s painting of a pair of shoes, most anyone who writes can tell a story from a picture. I was watching a performance of John Cage’s 4 33 the other day and realized there wasn’t much difference between looking at old objects in a barn yard or watching a man act the part of playing a piano while not fingering any notes when it comes to the mind conceiving its art. An actor watching a stopwatch doesn’t inspire me to concoct a guitar sequences of musical notes (I don’t play piano), but inspires absurd fictional situations.
As for what caused me to respond by drawing this picture, it was my eyes framing the wagon as I was walking past it. I stopped and looked at it a minute, then wondered how the old milk can would fit in. I liked the storm shelter doors behind the wagon, started to see color patterns and objects, added them and subtracted them in my imagination and took some photos. It’s all Prismacolors and I cannot begin to calculate the time it took me. Many baseball games.