Lee Cline

What is this “authentic” thing? It’s an ongoing, open question. Whenever I try too hard to pursue it, it slips right away again. I look for it in chance, drips and smudges, non sequiturs and mistakes. What interests me is a piece that doesn’t hide my own wrestling with it, trying to get the lines “right,” moving past my own expectations and doubts and listening for what’s true. There is so much still to learn.

A lot my work is a dialog on several fronts: between the familiar and the strange, intellect and intuition, self and other, stuff and spirit. I’m interested in how we make sense of the unknown by projecting familiar patterns, and though these stories we tell ourselves may be fictions, they can sometimes be necessary.