Showing posts with label textures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label textures. Show all posts

Monday, July 28, 2014

Saturday


A Saturday painting.
En Plein Air.


I kept diving through my studio
for mediums to fill the
light and space.

I couldn't leave well enough alone.
I had to layer, cover, smear, scrape and repeat.

Then again maybe it really wasn't
well enough
after-all.


I used an old door
to support my assembled glued strips of 
printmaking paper.

Gel medium, tissue paper, netting and plaster
were used to create textures on the paper.

Ink, oil stick, charcoal, 
Stabilo pencil and conte crayon
were layered and layered and layered.


And it now hangs 
next to my
bathroom door.


Next to King Jack
under the bell jar.


In my ears...

Sunday, July 20, 2014

New Life & Coleslaw


I gave new life
to an existing 
large-scale installation.

It seemed like the right thing to do
for I had shoved it into a
humiliating position
to store it safely until further notice.

Much like how life can
mosey along just fine
then abruptly shift direction.
Sure you adapt but
before you know it...
you've allowed some parts of yourself to be shoved into
an introverted space which renders you 
stagnant.

The piece was created to hang
in the middle of a gallery space,
viewable from all sides.

It has since been used as a studio curtain,
and then...
I shoved it into a ball in a shed full of spiders
(sad but true).

I've cut it from it's original
translucent covering
and stripped it of its rusted wire
and it now lives
as a wall hanging
as if it were a painting...

transformed from something it once was.


And then I made coleslaw...

while listening to this...
(several times... because I evidently like it THAT much)...

Monday, June 22, 2009

Simple. Nature. Soothing.


I hike for the exercise and the connection to the organics of what this earth produces. I can not hike without being enveloped with the colors and textures the forest displays. I stop along the way to create an unnatural composition of natural matter in simple form. I leave it behind for others to possibly notice and for the earth to take it back to it's uncontrolled arrangement. Andy Goldsworthy [CLICK HERE] is a master at this craft for which I am grateful to discover.