reflections...

upon browsing through my photo albums i found this snapshot i took up in san fran this september. it was outside one of the cathedrals, he was just sitting there: no begging, no crying, etc. just reading. after some thought myself and others concluded that he is probably a college student performing some type of field study.

grant, i could see you doing something like this, well and aro too. "testing for human kindness" interesting. i could write more, but it would only pale in comparison to what your brain is thinking right now, interacting with the image, contemplating your world view or something of that nature. be blessed, be kind, be loved.

Idylls of the King

"To the island-valley of Avilion;
Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow,
Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies
Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns
And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea,
Where I will heal me of my grievous wound."

Lord Tennyson

Falling Up

kyle warner, 2003 – acrylic & charcoal on board and drawing paper
Have you ever felt like someone suddenly turned gravity off? The reality I live can often become nothing more than a game; governed by rules and competition, I sometimes feel like a pawn. I was not made for this game. I have been fashioned and reworked over and over for an entirely different purpose, even if I don’t always know what it is. Even though the chessboard may fall apart and float into the blackness, the stone that this little pawn has been carved of will remain.

Bright Idea

kyle warner, 2003 - acrylic medium/paint & spray paint on drawing paper
How many facets of the human mind are there? How far can we evolve in this world before we reach full saturation and start to spoil? This is about the possibilities of the human mind and the power of free will. Language, color, ideas, war, catastrophe, beauty – all existing simultaneously and yet different. One sub-theme you may notice is the generic figure repeated again and again, all the same. Politicians, businessmen. These are people with power, do you know who they are, what they stand for. It’s easy for me to surrender so many of the problems in this world to them and do nothing more. We can be so intelligent but so ignorant at the same time.

Matchstick

a series exploring the deconstruction of an image through formal abstraction (4 parts)
(this is for you grant)























Potential Combustion
kyle warner, 2003 – colored paper on illustration board
A frame-by-frame look into the life and death of a match. Its life so short and fragile, it’s potential so huge; this one match could start a forest fire. It could burn away all the dead lifeless growth and make room for the new. Or it could provide warmth to eager hands on a cold night. It can heat food and cook it. All of these possibilities lie ahead. This match, this match will light a cigarette and quiver its last flame as the oxygen is inhaled through it. It will fight to spark alive again as it is shaken out with a wisp of smoke and thrown to the wet ground and crushed by the bottom of a foot. People aren’t so different.

sublime

sitting on the edge of this delighful horror
oh so sublime
thundering waterfalls, raging storms, roaring
hearts
traverse the landscape, the moment of romance
such rewards
almost being overcome by eclipse almost
in the avalanche
so sublime
burry me whole