Matt Foleyさんのイラストまとめ

Perspectives.
What may seem abstract might be a matter of perspective.
What does the DNA of wizards look like?
If you stand on the surface of Venus, what do you see?
Seeing isn't only done with eyes.
When you daydream, what do you see inside your mind?
Are you using your eyes?
Ah

Abstract #art is uniquely modern. It is a fundamentally romantic response to modern life – rebellious, individualistic, unconventional, sensitive, irritable.
– Robert Motherwell
Objective painting is not a good painting unless it is good in the #abstract sense.
– Georgia O’Keeffe

"The greatest #weapon against ferocious foes and outrageous odds is the one of being underestimated."
— Matt Foley, motivated

"People seek #power, success and #wealth for themselves and admire them in others, and they underestimate what is of true value in life.”
— Sigmund Freud

Amos 3:7 "Surely the Lord God does nothing
Unless He reveals His secret counsel
To His servants the prophets."

And, as the Mystery unfolds, the quiet prophet embraces the visions, trying to translate into images for others to behold.
The guts of God defy our human understanding.

“When art is made new, we are made new with it. We have a sense of solidarity with our own time, and of psychic energies shared and redoubled, which is just about the most satisfying thing that life has to offer. 'If that is possible, then everything is possible'."
― John Russell

“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.”
― Paulo Coelho : author and journalist

I had a great friend who lived with us for awhile. He was brought up on meat and potatoes.
Literally.
White bread. American cheese.
Never had an omelette. No steamed asparagus. No mushrooms.
Life was bland before me.
My art can be like that: exotic food for meat and tater eaters.

Matt Foley : "End of the Trail" - mixed media

There comes a time
when one leaves everything behind
and rides ever onward,
past the end of the trail,
over hill, through the dale,
beyond the pale.
Endless skies and endless fields
and final freedom to roam,
finding a way back Home.

Man cannot comprehend the infinite;
only knowing that the best exists,
the second best is seen and praised,
and the next, despised and feared.

The sage does not expect that others
use his criteria as their own.
― Tao Te Ching

#Art may well be an attempt to embrace the infinite.