Simply, working
a welcome relief – the daily discipline of painting
a welcome relief – the daily discipline of painting
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How can the economic market not affect the artist?
Last to feel the upswing and first to feel the fall.
Alas, on the horizon space and time are aligning themselves to open up a welcome withdrawal into my beloved studio. Although it’s a humble space, it is home to countless visual incubations…
The past couple of months have been a flurry of activity and opportunity. I was fortunate enough to view several worthwhile art exhibitions in both Toronto and Ottawa…
What’s going on in my mind when I am engaged in painting? As an artist, I concurrently think about the technicalities – that’s the front-end; the marriage of paint and canvas. But the back-end is a cacophony of feelings, thoughts and ramblings…
Zeal overtook me. Held tightly in the palm of my hand was a brilliant orange, wooden top. Oblivious to the people browsing in the little shop, I crouched down upon my haunches and spun the top. It wobbled and then straightened into a still like spin, a marvel of tension and balance.
Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble.
Bits of flesh, shards of crimson
and a relentless ideology
Time, space and ambiguities co mingle.
Building a fire of things known and unknown.
Ah hah, the studio is in transition.
I wrung dry the acrylic.
Bring out the oils – Queen of alchemy!
I have encountered an artist fascinated with Ping. Tap the end of a metal rod upon a concrete floor and you hear, a Ping! The sound is held, somewhere in mid air, ‘where time and space are epitomized’.
The theme of self betrayal inspires a colleague to negotiate it through dance.
Figurative collages by Wangechi Mutu, currently on show at the Art Gallery of Ontario, are distinctive in style. Her work is provocative; seduction and disturbance are at play; the final image is powerful. A mother protectively draws her young son’s gaze away from the encased collages – something caught his curiosity – a familiarity perhaps, disturbingly incomprehensible to a child’s mind.
Uncertain as to how these seemingly disparate short term events will act upon my mind and my heart.
The fool has resurfaced; a mischievous character who taxes me greatly but never fails to expose a reality stripped of all illusion. Concurrent to a cycle of brilliant mistakes, I was revisiting the acrylic medium. Seeking respite from the impasto of oil, I wanted something liquid and transparent, something immediate – a lightness of being. A switch …