Treed, Staged, Caned, Scarfed
Monday, January 21, 2008
Pic-A-Day: More Doodles
Suited, Swing Low, Posed, Grounded, Trying to Break Free
Treed, Staged, Caned, Scarfed
Treed, Staged, Caned, Scarfed
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Pic-A-Day: Two Memories Done On Your Studio
Memory of my kitchen as a kid.
Memory of a path I walked along.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Mark Making
I'm thinking a great deal about marks today.
I am back to working on canvas, including rediscovering a canvas I started -- and thought I had finished -- over a year ago. I appreciate a quote attributed to Cezanne, at least the paraphrased version -- every mark should finish the piece -- and I try to make each mark count that way; it didn't surprise me that I thought the painting was already complete a year ago. Looking at it today, I was unhappy with the way one closely knit collection of marks just sat on the canvas, like the clunk when a bad note is played on the piano. That loud and off. How did I miss that before? A couple new marks, with my new perspective, softened the harsh area, coaxing it into place. And a year from now?
I am working on a series of canvas pieces sitting a red area inside a larger earth-toned shape, seeing how the eye moves around the canvas and between canvases, what overall shapes move in and out of focus. Apart from a lovely error (clunk), which I'll have to address tomorrow, I feel that I was achieving seamlessness. Conceptually, red = Heart/turmoil; earth = body/grounding.
I am back to working on canvas, including rediscovering a canvas I started -- and thought I had finished -- over a year ago. I appreciate a quote attributed to Cezanne, at least the paraphrased version -- every mark should finish the piece -- and I try to make each mark count that way; it didn't surprise me that I thought the painting was already complete a year ago. Looking at it today, I was unhappy with the way one closely knit collection of marks just sat on the canvas, like the clunk when a bad note is played on the piano. That loud and off. How did I miss that before? A couple new marks, with my new perspective, softened the harsh area, coaxing it into place. And a year from now?
I am working on a series of canvas pieces sitting a red area inside a larger earth-toned shape, seeing how the eye moves around the canvas and between canvases, what overall shapes move in and out of focus. Apart from a lovely error (clunk), which I'll have to address tomorrow, I feel that I was achieving seamlessness. Conceptually, red = Heart/turmoil; earth = body/grounding.
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