Monday, November 28, 2016

axon

"We value certain buildings for their ability to rebalance our misshapen natures and encourage emotions which our predominant commitments force us to sacrifice."  page 121 The Architecture of Happiness by Alain de Botton


We are moving this month.  Out of a home my wife and I developed from thin air.  


I drew up this one in 2006 on paper, modeled it in foam core.  


Now, onto the next but with auto cad.  Concrete in January.  So excited to put the above concept to the test, to observe how different spaces really can affect us.  Such a busy month.



Thursday, October 20, 2016

open studio

This Saturday, October 22nd, I'm hosting an open studio.  You are welcome to visit Sunday if you cannot make it on Saturday.  All day.  I wish to let go of old paintings and will offer discounted prices in order to free up needed space.  


What is my studio?  What makes this room a studio?  


I need a room that is not for entertaining.  It is for working and for me alone to work.  It is a control room.  A recent visitor commented on its Tetris feel, in regards I imagine to the maximized use of space.  I have shelves that are full of boxes, jars, and books.  I know where everything is.  The paints are arranged in a way that I can reach for cobalt behind my back while blindfolded.  


This need for control has one purpose:  to lose control.  Personally, I need great stability before I can lose myself in the project before me.  


Thursday, September 22, 2016

algae

Palette of 5 colors, maybe 6 or 7.  But not many.  The river is green, like my swimming pool.


A truck's rear window covered with a blanket of fine silt, except for the area the wiper has functioned to clean in its arching shape.  "Please wash me" is sometimes written into this dust to the owner.


How do these pigments express themselves beyond the tube and canvas, in the raw.  Can I paint in this manner?  Can I create a storm with these pigment particles and hurl them?  Can I please?


Thursday, August 25, 2016

damn yankee

Some think that it's one's duty to paint only what surrounds them, where it is that they find themselves.  


I've seen this county more than I ever dreamed I would, mostly due to my wife's campaign for district judge.  Caldwell as home as fodder.  Leaves of grass emptiness.


Wood milled down to manageable planks, resinous longleaf pine, stumps as footers. 


Black gumbo clay beneath.  Two tomato seasons.  Been nearly two years since a freeze.  Yankee vs damn yankee:  there's a difference.


Thursday, August 18, 2016

pratique



Avec l’autorisation de Diverti Éditions

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Friday, July 29, 2016

what does i stand for?

It stands for interstate.  But it's the question, or the nature of such a question that I've been witness to for the past month as my children have been home from school.  One child asks questions more.


My other child observes more of what I do, as in what my body is language-ing.  Or how I might nag him (or her) to please put down the screen while I proceed to sit there and type email responses.  Or how I lose my temper while baking low-carb meatloaf.  


To describe my state while painting as speechless is inadequate.  I've had conversations, supposedly, with my wife on my cell phone while painting that I barely remember.  I mean, I do make noises, words even.  But mostly, I experience painting as an ungrammatical stretch of grunts.  This is what those who observe me have reported, I don't remember.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

38x38

Paint realistically.  But paint what realistically.  


38x38" canvases that I stretched at once to avoid a break between sessions.


From photos that I'd put aside months or years ago.  The time lapse seems to have eroded the memory I had of the place down to the photo's composition.  


My only painting from the city of Szentgotthard (St.Gotthard).  A Hungarian border town that was once isolated due to its geographic proximity to the iron curtain.  Not quite a Juarez, perhaps more forgettable.  Why I like it.