The rain keeps falling...
"Painting, I think it's like jazz."
There is a lot of improvisation in making a painting...
Thomas Edison's last words were:
"It's very beautiful over there."
All kinds of things are imagined, heard, and observed
about over there...and still, I am simply here.
I tend to be curious about what is behind the main event.
What happened leading up to this?
How does a person become the way they are?
How does taste develop?
Why do we choose one thing over another?
How do situations escalate?
In art and dream may you proceed with abandon.
In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.
Need to get going, but it is Valentine's Day...
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."
So much happening (and not happening)
in the world now...wheels turning.
Homage to Pattern & Decoration Painting...
Consumed by the church of contemplative painting. There can be no slacking off in this "30 in 30" painting challenge if am to stick with the daily posting. I began the daily painting process during the last week of January--working quite small in order to get a little ahead of myself, but returning to a larger format is more time-consuming. Still, I seem to prefer a more spacious meadow to roam in
Flag for us all...
About 20 years ago I was driving out west and entered a tumbleweed storm--a multitude of the weedy nests blew about the two-lane road and one even dared to startle me by bouncing off my windshield. Sometimes blowing about aimlessly is not such a bad thing. The process of making this painting was a bit like that.
Sometimes no explanation is required.
Just outside of Buffalo in East Aurora is the home of the Roycroft Artisans Community,
established in 1895 by Elbert Hubbard, who is quoted with these three phrases:
"To escape criticism--do nothing, say nothing, be nothing."
Groupings of three just tend to feel right...
Three is the first true number.
Three forms the triangle.
harmony, wisdom, understanding
past, present, future
birth, life, death
beginning, middle, end
Dreaming of France is the title of a new book by my friend, Kerry Tepperman Campbell. I just ordered a copy from Amazon. Published by Blue Light Press, the writing is described as "sensual & imaginative transcendence" and "impossible to categorize," both inspired notions to assign to any work of art. My pink tower is a tribute to these ideas.
The wheel is an ancient symbol that combines
the meaning of the circle as wholeness or completion
with the element of movement or passing away
that is captured in the wheel's turning...
the wheel of life.
"Shocking is like a bolt from the blue.
It is something external
that ruptures your world."
1950s vinyl and chrome chairs are generally appealing (to me). I have black ones that are not real vintage--rather knockoffs that go nicely with the vintage yellow Formica and chrome kitchen table. I'm really more of an abstract painter, but these first few posts needed the grounding of an actual thing. I have a drawer full of material for that purpose...collected over time. I have experimented with drips in the last year. I may need to post just about drips, as there is a lot to say. And another post about the saved collage material could also be of interest. Note.
I often begin a painting with a fragment or two of printed matter, paper, or fabric pasted onto the surface--not so much in the spirit of making a collage, as I often nearly paint over these elements, but they give me a point of departure. This piece began with a silhouette of a horse. I do not ride horses or have a particular connection to the animal, but I am drawn to the symbolic possibilities--unrestrained freedom, power, and movement.