Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Grandpa's Dining Room
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Three Men in a Tub
Brad's Birthday Cake
Riveting Conversation
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Blue Dobins
Monday, September 6, 2010
Relationships
Walk with me
Holding hands
Discussing the honesty
In and of itself
How much does the pigment want to integrate with other colors?
And when mixed too much it slips into oblivion and unifies but not always into something beautiful. Often times into something truly ugly.
This is where the brush becomes a magic wand. It can create beauty or great ugliness.
But it is really the painter behind the wand. How well does the painter know themselves?
Is the painter overbearing or pleasant? Does the painter mix well with others? Does the painter want to integrate or retain its original state? Philosophically speaking how well does a painter want to know themselves?
Clasp hands together to unify themselves, or at odds, hands the greatest distance from each other?
And do we as painters hold tight to other painter creators and loose ourselves or retain our pure color pigment and add an accent to the collective?
Painters feel this but not all face it or want to articulate it.
We are not separate from each other, not separate from the brush, not separate from the surface, not separate from the pigments and elements we mix together.
We are one with everything.
There needs to be unity or we are not creators and we implode.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
My Cigar Box Pochade
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
The Dog Bed
Copper Tea Kettle
La Signora caffettiera
I found this esspresso maker at the thrift stor for $5.00. It's awesome. The water boils in the bottom, filters through the grounds in the middle, and comes out of a little spout in the top.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Random thoughts that should be wondered about……….
Journal entry on 4/27/2010
I think in abstract thought. A lot of symbolism and no real grounded movement. The gravitaion to unusual thinking causes a rash of random thinking and possibilities for new ideas to enter. A sort of portal for invention. I walk a fine line between reality and something else. My artwork is reflective of this type of layering. There is a lot of space between symbols. People tend to focus on the visually observed but the truth of the matter is that matter is one solid form with a vast amount of space around it. Read between the lines because there is more to be seen. Where the spirits live and what else lives there we haven’t discovered yet but there is something we should be intuiting and looking for.