New words for old ideas:

Reading an Oxford University “Short Introduction to the Meaning of Life”, I discover/decide that I am a creator of fiction.  As a voracious reader, primarily of fiction, I used to think I might be a writer of fiction.  But that never came to pass, I did not even dabble in writing with any energy.

Instead I (eventually) became a mixed-media artist.  As such, I decide now that I do create fiction:  I am a fiction writer without words.

I justify this notion on the basis that I am certainly not a representational artist striving to realistically portray the world around me.  I am in no way a documentarian, seeking to identify and describe actual events or objects.  The idea or recording what I see in front of me bores me to tears.

So I seldom draw or paint what I see directly.

I don’t make art to record people, places, or things;  I create in order to satisfy something in myself that I cannot put into words, or record with a camera.

While I certainly include representation in my work, it is rare that representation is the primary purpose or focus in a finished artwork.

Perhaps I use “indeterminancy and obscurity” to reflect (rather than portray) a personal and emotional truth.