Priorities. First, announcement for upcoming show. Stella Alesi will have her work here in Lockhart with us at Commerce Gallery. I've known Stella for several years, and I've witnessed the evolution of her work through painting and color field and most recently geometric abstraction. She is an artist who is devoted to creating work in waves of exploration. Stella, while spontaneous, also sees her work through and through to a mature conclusion. I look forward to hanging with Stella and Leon on Friday, July 5.
I continue to work in oil on panel, layering thin to thick layers with palette knives, all with the speed of watercolor to an effect that feels natural and on par with previous years' efforts in water media on paper. I choose my locale of Lockhart where I spend an ever increasing maximum of my time (all of it). By painting the mass and void, the small urbanity of Lockhart, I feel ever more connected to it, which is integral in a time when work and family push pull me in discordant directions.
I run/jog/walk in the mornings, earlier and earlier as summer heat approaches. On a day when I'm halfway through I realize I'm wearing my regular non-athletic spectacles which fog up in the humidity, I remove them and run blindly. Ok, I am not entirely blind and can make out an approaching car, but mostly I run beside clouds of undefined light and dark color. Strangely, this feels like rest. Without my vision I am aware of my heavy dependence on my sense of sight.
As I run on a morning like this after traveling with my family for two weeks in the fastidiously organized Netherlands my thoughts are dancing. I listen to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, a Qawwali master who died about 20 years ago. His music is clearly devotional, this much I have always appreciated. It stirs my imagination and echoes the swirling - blind - joy of 3 mile freedom.
In Brussels with Rene Magritte, at his museum, more of his work than I'd ever imagined. I normally view a painting first and follow by leaning in to the accompanying label. With each and every one of his paintings, his incongruous titles cause a small hiccup or chuckle in my mind to the flow of work. His paintings are crafted so beautifully, especially for one whose basis for painting was Idea over paint.
Ok, Netherlands is bicycle heaven. Small roads specifically for bicycles. Fietspad. Love it.
Lucian at Teylers Museum. Haarlem. Art and Science in one museum. Who knew? Now one of my favorite museums of all time.