I created this image using the negative space methods you may remember from recent clay tiles and, further back in the past, figure practice in a sketchbook.
All it means is, I paint around the main figure or motif or whatever. It’s a little tricky – you have to pay attention to the interior shapes you are creating as you build up the outside, rather than working on the inside first and filling in around it later.
A somewhat incoherent explanation. It’s easier to do it than to tell it. Anyway, here is this image, painted in acrylics with some India ink details, 24″ x 18″ on masonite, February, 2019.
This painting has been in process for a very long time. Especially if you count the time it spent being a previous image, or in fact, a previous one to the previous.
Yes, this version is round three on this surface. Each time I painted something, didn’t like it, sanded it off and gessoed it, I thought, why does this keep happening?
Well, there is no answer to that question. I do think this is the last version. Mostly because I am tired out by this seemingly innocuous 24″ x 26″ cradled masonite board…
Anyway, here it is – This Marvelous Bird. Acrylics and some crayon, 24″ x 36″, May 2019.
There are too many in this picture. I think one must have gotten loose and now it’s out on its own.
Mail art postcard, acrylics, ink. February 2019.
Acrylics, January 2019, 14″ x 11″ on masonite.
Yes, I do like trees.
If you follow my poetry blog you know I use all kinds of things for an idea-sparking moment. Including this postcard I made in February. It was a failed painting that I drew on. Then I wrote about it. Oh my goodness, this little piece of paper has had some influence way beyond its wildest hopes, that’s for sure.
Here is the postcard:
Here’s the post where I wrote about the poem-writing experience (look at the second half of the post where I set out some poems from the day’s writing).
And here is the poem:
A Simple Repair
carrying out a necessary confrontation
on the roof of the house
in a nice suburb
a skinny lady in black pants
asks the workman
when the job will be finished
He gives her a blank look
calculating some increased hourly charges
to recompense him for this aggravation
while the skinny lady’s ancient mom
stares stony-faced out the window
and she thinks:
Ruthie is never firm enough
if only I could still climb a ladder
I’d get a grip on that man’s collar
you bet that roof repair
would be done tomorrow
superior quality of work
at a discount price. Yes it would.
In the living room Sneekle
a mammal of unknown style
consenting to live in this house
classified as a pet by the other inhabitants
though in reality nothing of the kind
stares with longing
at the non-gregarious houseplant
he would like to
strike up an acquaintance and
if things don’t work out
There you have it
one minute after ten o’clock
on a weekday morning
Look at those rain clouds roll in.
You get the feeling this house might not say much but it sees everything. How that affects any occupants or neighbors, I don’t know.
Acrylics and inks, 7″ x 5″, October 2018.
Yes, it is. Just look at it and tell me it is not.
Acrylics and India ink, 5″ x 7″, October, 2018.