We're Always Just Beginning
Hello Everyone,
Kados and I send you all a multitude of good thoughts and gracious thanks for stopping by. It means a lot to share the light.
“The Kindness of Light” galenograph, , from Apeiron 2006
You might ask, “Why Galenographs? Why your own name?”
I’d respond, “Why not? Even though art with a capital A has no distinct ownership, I am the final portal through which these particular expressions settled into being.
“But what exactly is a Galenograph? What does it mean?” you press further.
What they are and what they mean are vastly different, the latter more complicated to explain, if not impossible, especially for the one making the art, who perhaps is the last person—or should be—to explain what they have created; most contemporary art is ephemerally subjective. Yet, we try.
A Galenograph is an idea taking shape visually through a digital medium, potentially becoming a physical object as a limited-edition print that can be signed and framed. More simply, it’s an artifact of imagination, of human expression, spooling out of our collective memory, evolving from our most ancient fears and hopes.
Galen Garwood, 2022, from the Introduction to Apeiron
Before the beginning
Light slept in Apeiron’s embrace, waiting
with impenetrable fidelity for the birth
of Time and Space. Then, with a multitude
of dimensional curiosities, she offered Promise
to the world—Idea blooming into Being.
apeiron: noun apei·ron əˈpīˌrän, -pā- plural apeira -rə, -ˌ rä: the unlimited, indeterminate, and indefinite ground, origin, or primal principle of all matter.
Yesterday, I bought at my local food market thirty eggs for 130 baht or $3.86 or about 13 cents per egg or $1.54 a dozen.
FACT: Gallus gallus domesticus, known as chickens, originated from Southeast Asia, particularly from the Red Junglefowl (Gallus gallus), which is native to regions including modern-day Thailand, Myanmar, India, and southern China. POSSIBILITY: Sometime around 8000 years ago, the ancestor of my Thai neighbor enticed a wild hen into a pen and a few days later eggs were laid, then hatched. The world has never been the same since. Scrambled? or over-easy?
“Stars,” galenograph /2022
At the Pond
In late afternoon, I sit in the garden watching sunlight dance into the night as stars quietly arrive
with the darkness,
in a symphony of reflections—a gift, infinite rebirth,
being home.
Below is a 90 second video, entitled “Winter Dance,” poem, and music by Galen Garwood
Image: “Birth of Venus,” from Apeiron, available at https://galengarwood.com/bookshop/
From the River, Kados and I send prayers for balance in an uncertain world.
HOLD ON TO THE LIGHT!
Thank you, James!
Thank you, Dear Camille!!