Gary Thaxton Art
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I was born February, 1950, the year of the tiger in the Chinese calendar. The exact location on the planet, before Google, was Burlington, North Carolina, County of Alamance. Now, I don't recall a mili-second of the experience. Nothing...My birth certificate indicates the occurrence as 11:55 pm, five minutes before midnight. Later in life, my mother related to me, if I had been born at midnight, two things would not have taken place. I would not have been born on Valentine's Day, and I would not have existed for the last sixty years in this time line. Omitted. Non-being. Everything different, but not different...Paradox?

I came to physical life with the birth cord wrapped around my neck and head. A blue baby, and not breathing until I got my first hand-slap.

Sixty years of linear life flow. It is mind boggling. The infinite paradoxes created in the force-push of what we call Time. We cannot turn around, and cannot go back. We can only look back as so many of the moments, not gone, but receding and fading, lost. Now, when you put the concept on the cosmic universe level, where you gaze up, and out at the tiny light specks enveloping our nights from horizon to horizon. At this juncture of thought, a question creeps and arises for me.

Do we exist at all?

I believe this question to be unanswerable, never and always unanswerable. If we had the answer there would be no reason for existence. So, it comes down to the real paradox_faith in paradoxes. Paradoxial-Time cannot be reconciled, so we flow along in the push to see if the experience is never ending.

Now, with all this jabbering and gurgling thought, you wonder what this has to do with anything, especially with photographic and graphic art. Well, nothing and everything. Depends on the viewer, and their abstract vision of the universe.

Well, anyway, I was informed I needed content. The text kind of content for people who still have good vision. So now, I'm trying to create some verbal content, of which I know nothing.


Welcome to Gary Thaxton Art

Come in and browse the images in the galleries of my paradox, my still-life visions in two-dimensional memories.





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