Thursday, March 24, 2011
A Shift Backwards
From Sadami's comment yesterday, I guess folks aren't all that interested in paintings in progress. They want to see the thing finished and done with. Me too. But, I don't paint a painting a day. Mine can take weeks--and sometimes months if I get disgusted and have to put some time and space between me and it--which, with nothing new to show, makes blogging daily a bit of a problem.
Sketching is fun, but out somewhere out in the world where nothing stands still for long. Still lifes comprised of flowers and household items don't excite me enough to go through the effort--never did. And that's where photography comes in to freeze a moment for a future painting or for just an interesting photograph.
I took this photo yesterday. It's untouched. The rain drops were frozen in time, halted from their drop to the ground by an instant drop in temperature. Cool.
I played with it in Photoshop where cropping in close lost the poetic look of the raindrops, but showed me what could be a very nice textural painting with added dimension in a large format. I'm thinking layers upon layers built up, scraping through and scrubbing with steel wool. No doubt there'd be a little chemistry in the mix. Employing construction type materials excites me more than twenty minute dash offs like Mums in a Vase or diddling around with tiny brushes and color to build dimension as I'm currently doing with Fall Woods. I'm sensing my need for real dimension is gnawing at me and returning to the surface demanding to be accepted. At this stage of my life, I was hoping for less complicated forms of expression.
This is an assemblage I did in 1977 when I put my paints away and started to buy saws and clamps and miter boxes and setting off the smoke alarm on a regular basis. It illustrates my previous affinity for sculptural constructions. (The photograph is out-of-focus. The assemblage is framed in a Plexiglas box which caused distortion--and reflection--but you get the idea.