mildly foggy this morning ... not clear enough to move quickly - not so thick i can’t rely on experience to navigate ...
picasso said he only painted what he knew - what he already discovered ... used to sound arrogant, but i guess i could live with that ... lately i’m haunted by a lot of what some major leaguers said - including gorky, pollock, and rothko ...
seems to be a madness that comes from trying to see too far in the distance - an intolerable frustration with the ordinary and real - and the pressure of maintaining ideals to actualize visions ...
'every line and nuance is its' own experience' ...
i have no idea of what i want to see - or i only want to see what’s in front of me - not how it will or should be - but what it becomes - through an accumulation of ideas and actions ...
relying on experience - building on discovery and knowing - forming some syntax of elements - providing evidence of painting - today ...
stratas of strokes form texture surfaced contrition focused attrition diffused ambition paradigms and lexicons momentary clarity convoluted disparity singularity
illness of people we care about [including ourselves], snaps us back to true form - equalizing perspectives - focusing on momentary changes of disease and the body’s challenges ...
the early florentine and sienese artists attempted flawless surfaces - void of texture and impurity ... brush strokes, tiny crustaceans, accidental marks, the occasional insect - this is more interesting to my work - layering, building, forming - amalgamating what occurs from start to finish ... like things in slivers of amber - moments in time ... i’m more interested in varieties of surface markings - but not as a primary focus or issue ... blemishes, scars, wrinkles, expressions - always more interesting than retouch perfection ...
theory is, the big bang was a collision of protons and neutrons ...
flexible design ... under sky in good weather, under roof sometimes - but always outside above fifty degrees ... [for paint/pigment stability]
crescendos of anticipation with every gesso layer, seemingly mindless tasks done thousands of times leading down paths of what i did, should have done, or wanted to; cleaning the slate - conditioning - quieting - preparing what’s next ...
few ideas arrive - except next steps - preconceptions vanish ...
recognizing where the birds are nested by sound this year - flurries of activity from squirrel rivalries - [a year of red and gray] seems to be an over abundance of yellow jackets, crow and turkey buzzards ... [must be more dead things around - probably road kill]
more man-made sounds echo through coffeetown ravine - changing games of aging children playing, familiar howls - gone, puppies growing into their barks, no roosters - more fox, more curious groundhogs and growing fawn ... hurried cars, suv’s, gigantic [unfarmer] pickup trucks - everyone on cell phones with coffees to go, atmospheric static - proliferation of lawnmowers, weedwackers, leaf blowers, motorcycles, atv’s, teenage speeders, airplanes, helicopters, high altitude rumblings and vapor trails from newark, emergency vehicles, mechanical decibels - sad when silence becomes more unusual than noise in the rurals ... [a competition nature is losing]
a triptych - one narrow panel squeezed by two larger, now joins what was and will be ...
that first stroke - the first coat of gesso over finely sanded wood surfaces ... it’s gettin’ to be an old tradition for me and painting’s history ...
for years i’ve been layering seven coats of gesso - thin to thick over the surface to create stable ground between surface and paint for a few reasons; - because i admire the durability and care of the medieval fresco and panel paintings, their patina, texture, and aging; the artist’s hand ... - repeated actions of layering gesso familiarizes me with the surface and size of the terrain ... - by the time i’ve completed the gessoing, the surface is already imbued with patterns and texture; with its’ own code ... - seven coats is probably overkill, but eliminates guess work and has consistently provided stable ground ... - seven is also a bit magical to me - it’s all white on white, motion, sensing, praying, planning - getting down to the moment, the environment, the key; where the alchemy begins ...
