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SUMMARY:By-Chance: Works by Scott Kirschner
CLASS:PUBLIC
DESCRIPTION:September 26 through October 26\, 2025 Opening Reception: Frida
 y\,\nSeptember 26\, 2025 (5pm-7pm) Ventures Gallery My artwork comes from 
 a\nplace inside me that I have named ……. MY INNER WASTELAND. I first\n
 made this realization when I was walking through the woods sketching\nand 
 gathering inspiration from the trees that surrounded me. At one\npoint dur
 ing my walk\, I came across an old rusty car being swallowed\nby the vines
  and foliage. It gave me pause\, contemplating how this car\ncame to its f
 inal resting place and how the forest was quickly\nconsuming this intrusio
 n into its natural habitat. As I moved on down\nthe path maybe due to the 
 discovery of the car\, I became increasingly\naware of the various debris 
 that littered the terrain around me.\nPapers of all sorts caught up in the
  gnarled fingers of the trees that\nwere delivered over time by strong win
 ds and Humans (Litter Bugs). I\nsat down on a tree stump\, saddened by the
  amount of trash strewn\nabout\, trying to understand human ignorance. It 
 was alien and had no\nplace amongst all the natural beauty. I had a moment
  of clarity then.\nI realized the intruding debris was being absorbed into
  the landscape\,\nthat the forest was healing itself by overgrowing and pu
 lling down the\nforeign matter into its darkest shadows. A new life was th
 riving and\nexpanding above it. New shapes and forms over time were being 
 created.\nPlaces where the squirrels can escape the hawk\, where deer can 
 take\nrefuge from harsh weather. Then it occurred to me that this forest i
 s\nmuch like our psyche. The debris that intruded into the forest is very\
 nmuch like a bad day at work\, a broken heart\, or something much worse\,\
 nlike sudden death in the family. These things that life blows our way\ndo
 n’t always get cleared out. The branches and brambles cause some\nto get
  hung up and entangled causing discomfort deep within us. Inside\nwe are l
 ike the forest\, we have the ability to heal ourselves from\nthese obstruc
 tions and foreign matter\, to push\, pull and overgrow that\nwhich pollute
 s our psyche. To let the good things that happen to us in\nlife… a first
  kiss\, a mothers hug\, our son or daughter being born\,\nwe allow that to
  be the fresh rain\, that quenches the thirst of new\ngrowth. To bring sun
 light into the dark corners\, flowers can bring the\nfreshness and beauty 
 onto that new landscape being created. This is\nwhere I come to find inspi
 ration. I visit my stories that both bathe\nin the light and those that hi
 de in those dark. Cold pockets under\nlayers of vines and even much deeper
  buried beneath the earth’s\nsurface. As I walk through and look for tho
 se stories I cultivate MY\nINNER WASTELAND and personal connection to my s
 ubject matter. In\nreturn\, comes the best opportunity to create work that
  is genuine. My\nshow “By Chance” is just that. Stemming from my walks
  through my\nInner wasteland. Plucking and gathering words out of the terr
 ain.\nThese words I then placed into a bag and were blindly drawn in\ngrou
 pings of 3. Each trio of words will be turned into a finished\nimages. Thi
 s exercise is intended for me to randomly place words\ntogether to create 
 a story I may have never told otherwise.\nInteresting how some of the word
  grouping have some common ground\nwhere other word groupings are very for
 eign from one another. Invoking\nthought that is intriguing to me as an ar
 tist and will be equally\nintriguing for the viewer because the three word
 s will accompany each\nimage just below the title. Venue: Rehoboth Art Lea
 gue.
X-ALT-DESC;FMTTYPE=text/html:September 26 through October 26\, 2025 Opening
  Reception: Friday\, September 26\, 2025 (5pm-7pm) Ventures Gallery My art
 work comes from a place inside me that I have named ……. MY INNER WASTE
 LAND. I first made this realization when I was walking through the woods s
 ketching and gathering inspiration from the trees that surrounded me. At o
 ne point during my walk\, I came across an old rusty car being swallowed b
 y the vines and foliage. It gave me pause\, contemplating how this car cam
 e to its final resting place and how the forest was quickly consuming this
  intrusion into its natural habitat. As I moved on down the path maybe due
  to the discovery of the car\, I became increasingly aware of the various 
 debris that littered the terrain around me. Papers of all sorts caught up 
 in the gnarled fingers of the trees that were delivered over time by stron
 g winds and Humans (Litter Bugs). I sat down on a tree stump\, saddened by
  the amount of trash strewn about\, trying to understand human ignorance. 
 It was alien and had no place amongst all the natural beauty. I had a mome
 nt of clarity then. I realized the intruding debris was being absorbed int
 o the landscape\, that the forest was healing itself by overgrowing and pu
 lling down the foreign matter into its darkest shadows. A new life was thr
 iving and expanding above it. New shapes and forms over time were being cr
 eated. Places where the squirrels can escape the hawk\, where deer can tak
 e refuge from harsh weather. Then it occurred to me that this forest is mu
 ch like our psyche. The debris that intruded into the forest is very much 
 like a bad day at work\, a broken heart\, or something much worse\, like s
 udden death in the family. These things that life blows our way don’t al
 ways get cleared out. The branches and brambles cause some to get hung up 
 and entangled causing discomfort deep within us. Inside we are like the fo
 rest\, we have the ability to heal ourselves from these obstructions and f
 oreign matter\, to push\, pull and overgrow that which pollutes our psyche
 . To let the good things that happen to us in life… a first kiss\, a mot
 hers hug\, our son or daughter being born\, we allow that to be the fresh 
 rain\, that quenches the thirst of new growth. To bring sunlight into the 
 dark corners\, flowers can bring the freshness and beauty onto that new la
 ndscape being created. This is where I come to find inspiration. I visit m
 y stories that both bathe in the light and those that hide in those dark. 
 Cold pockets under layers of vines and even much deeper buried beneath the
  earth’s surface. As I walk through and look for those stories I cultiva
 te MY INNER WASTELAND and personal connection to my subject matter. In ret
 urn\, comes the best opportunity to create work that is genuine. My show 
 “By Chance” is just that. Stemming from my walks through my Inner wast
 eland. Plucking and gathering words out of the terrain. These words I then
  placed into a bag and were blindly drawn in groupings of 3. Each trio of 
 words will be turned into a finished images. This exercise is intended for
  me to randomly place words together to create a story I may have never to
 ld otherwise. Interesting how some of the word grouping have some common g
 round where other word groupings are very foreign from one another. Invoki
 ng thought that is intriguing to me as an artist and will be equally intri
 guing for the viewer because the three words will accompany each image jus
 t below the title. Venue: Rehoboth Art League.
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