Sometimes, that happens. Not always. But this time it did. When I get a pix, I'll put it up for you to see.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Just a short entry here. Just finished a painting that was derived from a rather simple sketch. Really basic compositional elements, and color palette. The painting was already done in my head before the first brushstroke went on the canvas. I love those kind of pieces. The image must have been so ingrained in my senses, that painting it was almost like exhaling. It just fell onto the canvas. So simple, yet so complex as it is arranged by the mind, into a sketch. ... and then, into the painting.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
11 x 14
acrylic on canvas
My pen knows what it wants to draw,
As I sat in a coffee shop, pen in hand... a rough version of this evolved. When I returned to the studio, I made a painting from it. I don't really plan a drawing,, it just happens. I am glad that I don't gruel over the perfect drawing, because each one has something to say on its own. The pen knows.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Been working on a few paintings this week. Mostly 11x14 size. Getting a little more liberal with the colors and application of paint. I hope to get them posted as soon as I can.
Wow, I just can't seem to get enough painting in. ... So much to paint, so many subjects. Most of which are actually sketches from places in my head, that came from places I've seen or been to and had remembered experiences. It's kind of like a big pot of stew, and there's a lot that goes into the making of an image. First and foremost, it's got to come from the inner self. Not superficial outside sources. Art for me, is a passion, not simply a motion of techniques and formulas. It's got to breath and live, and move.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Some days I just feel like pushing paint around. I don't really care that it ends up as something, or not, but the process is just simply rewarding. Its kind of like when your at the beach and just wiggle your toes in the sand. There is a therapeutic quality to it all. Subjectivity is not all its cracked up to be. Sometimes a painting is just a painting.
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