There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself. What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher. What we can’t understand we call nonsense. What we can’t read we call gibberish.
–Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor
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I tend to agree with the snippet above from Chuck Palahniuk’s book.
Everything is built upon pattern. Who we are and how we behave. History. Science. Music and art. It is all dictated by patterns.
Most of us don’t dwell too long on identifying patterns in the world around us and some of us will even refuse to acknowledge the predominance of pattern in the world, believing everything is random and chaotic. I suppose that in itself is part of a pattern, a larger one that is so encompassing that we can’t see it from our vantage point within it.
Just speculating there, of course.
I know that I am always looking for pattern, even when I’m not really looking. I call it pattern, rhythm, flow, sense of rightness and other terms, without knowing why I am drawn to this concept. It just attracts me in that it is so much part of everything that there must surely be significance.
All of this flowed forward with this new painting, a 4″ by 17″ piece on paper that I’m calling Part of the Pattern. It’s based on a theme I’ve used several times recently of pools rising through a tall vertical picture plane like ladder rungs. This particular piece was so much more stylized in its forms that it really became more about pattern than subject. I see it both as a landscape and as some sort of underlying pattern that makes up the landscape. A sort of DNA-like structure on which the world is built. Whatever it is, it holds my eye and makes me keep searching for something in it.
I know that I am always looking for pattern, even when I’m not really looking.
Funny – the first thing I saw in your painting was that series of oval mirrors, with the moon atop them all as the final “mirror” into which we gaze, looking for patterns. As you say, it holds our eye and makes us keep searching for something in it – and we find the man in the moon, the Japanese rabbit, and so on.
I really like this one.
I saw the lakes and moon as mirrors as well.