Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
For years now, I have actively avoided painted anything that resembled a reenactment of anything pre-set for me-- a scene, a picture, anything around our current surroundings and limited by our 5 senses. Being raised on the tit of scenic artists and grad student teachers so willing to make you their copiers to get the grade, I was over it. It was too easy to recreate what was in front of me. I am copying yet again. A little technical ability and it soon felt like I was well on my way to become a paint it by numbers mass producing Red Roof Inn hotel artist. What about the emotion underneath all this matter? The soul of it all if you will. I went to a funeral in 2002. I lady I knew to be feisty as hell and tough as nails. When I looked in the coffin , the essence was gone. Even her technically correct features weren't right anymore. She was not there. I began to search for that vibrancy that is life. So, there explains the last 4 years of my journey in and around figurative abstracts. Reality is not in the technical details for me but in the energy and vibrancy that runs through the details. But throughout, I have kept the idea of going back to portraits once I felt I could satisfy both demons. For me, I can only paint those who I have great understanding of and a great emotional investment in. I need to tap into their essence before ever feeling right lifting the brush. It's the only way for me. I have been collecting photos dear to me and preparing to attempt this. Feeling a bit technically amnesia-tic I figure the best person to begin this project with is myself, Here is the start.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
"The Golden Bough" 2010 Shown at Suite 106 May Exhibit
So I made mistake. I had laid a loose piece of canvas on the floor of my studio and began pouring my secret clear ingredient along with paint until too much had been put on at once and it leaked off the canvas to the floor. Sh#$! Then I thought "leave it" so I did. 3 days later when it cured it came right up. And there we have "Breaking Chance" 2010. The idea that the paint was perceived separate of the canvas was overwhelming and new to me.
"Breaking Chance" 2010
So I went a step , a BIG STEP further and proceeded to pour 6 gallons of the secret stuff directly on the floor and paint in it as though the floor was the canvas. All the while crossing my fingers that this giant blob on the floor would actually pull up eventually. And so it did, not without a minor set back or two. The original top didn't make it. But other than that, success!! With the help of my devastatingly handsome hero, Joey Thate, and friend and artist Megan Cosby, we attached this blob directly to the wall with adhesive and pins as added support. It has since been rolled up like a carpet, laid on the floor like a carpet , etc and is strong as ever. This experiment will continue in the future. A grant would be nice since this is not cheap! Here in the progress. Enjoy...
The blob curing on the studio's floor
Detail of Dancers in gray and Passions in red
the final installment 13' x 8'
Once the piece cured, the dancing figures became so much more alive and within this organic womb, so to speak, became their little universe. A heaven to attain to, a hell to get lost in, a birthing womb into this world and the temptations (the red dancers) right along side representing our passions and desires. I found this world created could not have been anything but free of any "box" -- canvas being the traditional captor. The limitless movement of this little universe translates into how we can perceive our own. So, at the opening, I still had no name for this. In talking with friend and fellow exhibitor, Jay Antablian, he spoke of "The Golden Bough" myth written by Sir James Frazer. And it all came together. Here it is...
This king was the incarnation of a dying and reviving god, a solar deity who underwent a mystic marriage to a goddess of the Earth, who died at the harvest, and was reincarnated in the spring. Frazer claims that this legend is central to almost all of the world's mythologies.
"When I first put pen to paper to write The Golden Bough I had no conception of the magnitude of the voyage on which I was embarking; I thought only to explain a single rule of an ancient Italian priesthood." (Aftermath p vi)The germ for Frazer's thesis was the pre-Roman priest-king at the fane of Nemi, who was murdered ritually by his successor:
The book's title was taken from an incident in the Aeneid, illustrated by the British artist Joseph Mallord William Turner: Aeneas and the Sibylpresent the golden bough to the gatekeeper of Hades in order to gain admission.
Monday, June 14, 2010
This month Joey & I racked our brains to come up with some sort of installation concept that would complement Ezra Marcos' photoshoot. The idea was the common thread in all of us and accepting some truths in stereotypes-- good and bad. So, what did we do? We called up our friend & artist, Dolf James, for a lunch meeting. We had some ideas about large restroom symbols-- the ultimate basic symbol for men and women-- and epoxyed food. But we needed his advice on the process since he was an epoxy (and later discovered) restroom symbol drafting master. Well after thinking us a bit stranger for the idea next thing we know he, his wife Anna, Joey and myself spend the rest of the day creating the forms from wood and managing to create a sample epoxy from our leftovers from Cool Moose Cafe.
Next step was to load up and head to Suite 106 and plan a food layout and storyboard. 36 hours, 8 plates of food, 2 gallons of expoxy and 2 markers later, we got this.....
then we created "the bathroom honesty walls in the very front for everyone to write anything. That's when it got interesting.
Inside, Ezra was creating his own thing....
5 models of different ethnicities each did a shoot for charity-- Compassionate Families which raised $600 that night. It was a a wonderful way for young photographers to learn how a real shoot happens. Starting at 5pm, they didn' t wrap until after 9pm. We had a great turnout and thank you to everyone who came out and made the night a bit more special.