16th Verse
36" x 24" / acrylic and photo transfer on canvas / sold
16th Verse
During the year of 2009, I watched my son moving through his sixteenth year of life. What I observed was powerful and held many lessons for me as well.
What does it mean in our modern society to transition from our childhood into the time of our adult lives? What does our adolescence hold? It can seem like such a strange place of in-between, a time in our life that is marked by standing at a threshold or Borderlands from one phase of our life into the next. A time that signifies a shift in what is expected of us and a time when we are asked to consider how we may be of service to this world that we are participants of and in. A time that holds the opportunity to look back and see where we have come from and a time to look ahead to begin to understand where we are going. In what way have we walked along the road thus far, and in what way do we wish to continue walking? How do we choose to place our feet upon the path and who is there walking beside us on the road? Who will stand as witness to watch us exit the land of our childhood and cross the line into the unknown? I have found myself examining these same questions for myself.
What does it mean in our modern society to transition from our childhood into the time of our adult lives? What does our adolescence hold? It can seem like such a strange place of in-between, a time in our life that is marked by standing at a threshold or Borderlands from one phase of our life into the next. A time that signifies a shift in what is expected of us and a time when we are asked to consider how we may be of service to this world that we are participants of and in. A time that holds the opportunity to look back and see where we have come from and a time to look ahead to begin to understand where we are going. In what way have we walked along the road thus far, and in what way do we wish to continue walking? How do we choose to place our feet upon the path and who is there walking beside us on the road? Who will stand as witness to watch us exit the land of our childhood and cross the line into the unknown? I have found myself examining these same questions for myself.
