Wednesday, March 25, 2009
To my surprise, I find myself playing with paint. I haven't painted in a while, or rather, not with oils, but I felt it was right to do so a few days ago, and only stopped because I ran out of white... I'm finally working in the palette that I found in France two years ago, whites, creams, pale colours. I took photographs of a damaged wall that fascinated me, the original inspiration for the cracks and scars series that I'm working in, and those were the colours in the photograph. The first of the images here shows a manipulated version of one of those photographs (I must have taken about twenty...); the other is a currently untitled collage using some of the colours in that palette. There are some larger works, that are still in progress (this one is a small square studio canvas, roughly 10" square).
Looking at them both, it might be difficult to see a connection, but for me, it is there. I don't know that I can explain it well... but it has meaning for me in this context, as well as in a broader sense. The paper is clearly torn from a magazine and reused; there is something about consuming consumables...or reconsuming consumables, that is important, but I'm not sure what it is, exactly. Doubtless, if I make more in this vein, I'll begin to understand it better. And you will have your own ideas on what this piece is 'about', and they will be just as valid as mine. That's the joy of art; there really is no limit, no right and no wrong. Just the piece, and the person, interacting.