New conversations

(above, Untitled, latex and enamel on panel, 2007)

Besides spending a lot of studio time recently doing drawings, I've also intermittently been working on some paintings...one large (for me) piece on a found door panel, and one or two smaller pieces.
The large piece was an interesting experiment in how a painting acts much like a conversation (from a quote by Brice Marden in a recent Artforum article).

The door was originally finished with a shellac or lacquer-type material, and sports a large white splash of house paint near the center; it looks like someone cleaned out their brush on the inside of a closet door. I first laid out some shapes I'd recently been using; each one being a stylized part of one heart: a tear drop shape, and a dimpled circle shape.

Back several years ago, when I heard Richard Artschwager speak at the ICA (Institute of Contemporary Art, Philadelphia) I remember him mentioning his famous "blip" as being a "period in motion." That is, a thing of irony; of paradox and of searching. (It is a capsule shape). I think of these two shapes in a similar way...they are things unto themselves, but they are in a way swimming around in this space, looking for each other...they are objects of tension; of "unrequited love" if you will (thanks to Charlie Brown for that phrase).

Anyway, the conversation began with my laying down a few of these; at first, it was fairly easy. One played off the other, and then the third played off the other two, etc. With color choices, it became more involved...and paradoxically easier. (Much like conversation with people whom you have gotten to know better over time...some things become understood, so your conversation can become more complex without becoming impossible.) I kept painting shapes until the space usage seemed balanced, but there was more needed; the conversation was still unfinished. So, to help in unifying the painting, I decided to add some dancing, arcing lines of an almond color, which helped to solidify the conversation.

After looking at this for several weeks, it became apparent that there was still more to say...so I began augmenting several parts of some of the lines with other colors; colors that were in the composition elsewhere, as counterpoints of sorts. And so, finally after doing some of those, and really listening, paying attention to the painting, I felt the conversation was over. The painting is so far untitled...




(Above, Demiurge, latex and enamel on found panel, 2007)

Another painting I made in the last few weeks took only a few hours to make, but was of the type which was on my mind and in my sketchbook for the last few months. I was enamored a while back with a stylized, almost vacuous face, made of basic shapes like circles and capsule shapes. Originally I'd entitled it Totem, since it was this face, stacked, but after reading a bit about Gnosticism, I found another title which I thought fit well. And I finally found the right match for this basket-weave framed panel! (Going through several applied painting ideas does make for an interesting surface, though.)

Seeing as there are still two pink pistols underneath this image, I like the title even more; it evokes something of the fallen angel; the inferior god who resorts to futile power to get his way.


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Recent drawings

Recently, I've done two things to try and breathe some new inspiration into my studio times: I've begun going in on Monday evenings, 5:30 – 10:00, in addition to Wednesday and Friday mornings, 6:00 – 8:40, and I've returned to doing some drawings. Both have been influential in energizing me and my work; I feel like my studio times are much less disjointed because of the schedule change, and I like the direction the drawings are going. I thought I'd share some of them with you...as usual, my drawings are a wet media; this time, ink on paper, sometimes with gesso. Occasionally I "cut n' paste" scraps of paper to "erase" certain parts. (The blue is plastic I'm working on):






The images are related to quilting patterns my mother uses, and to some sketches that I did a while back...other than that, I'm not sure what the genesis of these are, or how they fit in with the rest of my work. I do know they are a lot of fun. And not much is more important than that.


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Brice Marden at MoMA: a flash in the flesh




Went to catch the Brice Marden exhibit at MoMA Monday, at its tail-end. A gorgeous and revelatory show; and it was fun to share it with someone who didn't mind me prattling on about Marden this and Marden that...thanks Justin.
And the added bonus, in the drawings gallery? We saw Brice Marden himself, obviously taking advantage of the last day of a group of work that he may never see together again, while he's alive. I whispered to Justin that I thought that "that guy" really looked like Brice Marden, and then proceeded to feign admiring the same piece he was talking about, with a young woman, to try and catch some clues. And then this guy who looked like he could have been a mix between Warhol and John Adams (the American composer) came up and asked him to sign his monograph...AHA! They snuck out the back door so as not to attract more attention.
What follows are a few random thoughts on his work, precipitated by conversation between Justin and I. The work was arranged more-or-less chronologically.
Something which became evident as we moved from the more "color-field" work of the 1960's into the heavily calligraphic, was that his "record of marks," so important to the feel and composition of the more minimal paintings, at the bottom of the canvases; suddenly moved from there, to being essentially seeded all over the painting; dispersed over the entire canvas.This seemed to signify a move from the paintings being primarily experiential (especially colors), to being more referential (though still entirely abstract).

(above, Cold Mountain Painting, 1989-91) courtesy: see above link
Additionally, as the lines became more and more autonomous (less connected to literal calligraphy) they evoked the feeling of being root-bound; much the way an over-fertilized plant looks when freed from the pot. The feeling of being bound by specific boundaries and edges is no mistake in reading these paintings, I think.

Something else I'd not noticed before seeing so many mid-career paintings in person, was how often his colors were some version, however analogous or muted, of the primary colors. Some, for instance, looked like a group of greens or grays, but upon closer inspection, one went solidly towards blue; this one, towards a yellow, and another, towards some type of red.

All in all, a wonderful show, capped of course, by seeing the master himself...waiting in the wings, as it were, for a quiet induction into fame. And then all of a sudden, he ducked into a hallway; out of sight.

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