Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Lake



Unfortunately, you can't see all the flaws in this picture. I made a big point of leaving them in there, so nobody would get the idea that this was a picture of a "lake", no matter how picturesque. It is a picture of myself; as I would like to be, if I could maintain this measure of reserve (no pun intended) all the time; in order to be able to gaze into my inner world without reference to um, reference points, things, situations, people, problems, the ongoing disorganization of my life -to gaze simply at the self, as self, without reference points. That is the aim.

Yes, there were flaws, but I completely bunged them up processing with GIMP (this is my 3rd try, on even more photos) so you'll have to be content with that flaw. Did I mention this picture is for sale?

Lake    oil on canvas    20" x 16"     11/2016

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Earth Healing 1



This is Earth Healing 1, the first in a series; 2 is almost done. It started when I was reading the news (really awful) and after, thinking "What is an artist supposed to do?" What can we really do to affect things for the better? We tend to just 'paint what's wrong' without ever offering a solution; that's what modern painting is, at least to this viewer.

I remembered a meditation by E.J. Gold, titled 'warming the world', and made my own experiment with it. I envision the globe in my hands, with all its turmoil and pain, and ask myself what it needs. I send the required calming and peaceful, both warming and cooling vibrations to it, feeling a change, a re-tuning to its proper tone, vibration if you will. Then I try to render this in paint.

I think I'm gonna have to try to do something like this forever in the future. I can't just go on doing something 'interesting', it's not enough.

Earth Healing 1    oil on canvas    30" x 24"

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Big



The title is ironic: we all think we're 'big' in our own world, 'til one day we see that in the wider world, we're not. And when 'big' as in grown-up, our little one is waiting inside, much to our consternation breaking the surface at some inopportune moment, like when feeling very much alone... Have I told you too much? 😳 I wanted you to dream your own narrative, but I'm insecure.

This started life as an abstract drawing, lines reaching up toward some source, down to the ground, but that contrapasto came out perfectly, if wrong. I think (I wonder) if the original abstract feeling I had is reflected in this painting but I can't quite remember. All I know is I've seen this guy before, I know this guy, probably been him in some other circumstance.

I call this my '70s painting', everybody did one like this sometime; so, here's mine.

Sorry 'bout the photograph, took many, GIMPed for hours, but perhaps with no dedicated lighting (working on that) it's the best I can do. I think some of the feeling shows through.

I can't decide if this is finished or not, the convenient appelation 'work-in-progress' dangles before me like the proverbial carrot before the sloth. Having 'finished off' rather than finished a number of works, this Turpentineator prefers to wait beyond a certain point. Still, a slightly earlier version was likely more vulnerable but the question is, is vulnerability ultimately the point? There I've told you too much again. But I'm having that conversation so get your coffee...

Big,  2017,  oil on canvas,  30" x 24"

Friday, January 13, 2017

Prostitute



This started life as a loosely drawn self-portrait (like about 15 seconds) and quickly turned into something else. I was originally going to call this 'Goddess' but the midtone background and the distilled emotion changed as well. I think I share a lot of qualites with her; I'm bitter, vengeful, cold, remote, but fair (with my customers? I don't have any customers -would you like to buy this? 😸).

Finally this is about women's status in the world; their socioeconomic status in many places depends on their desirability and nothing else. Denied education or opportunity there's no alternative but marriage, forced or otherwise; or this. Knowing the news, I see there's a lot on their plate, even in the more 'civilized' countries. I could go on about this but you know the stories. Finally really, I must say she's the survivor, since time immemorial, and no one's going to bring her down.


Prostitute, 20" x 16", oil on canvas.


I'll bet you want some music to keep you company...honey

Friday, January 6, 2017

Kerry James Marshall AT THE MET

Thank god it happened in his lifetime: a retrospective for one of our greatest living North American artists, gladly letting us inside his experience. Up through January 29, if you're in New York, see it. Just one image for you, click through to Exhibition Objects.

Voyager, 1992

Enjoy.