I love when the minimalism of form and the minimal amount of paint collide to create a great sense of depth. Another work I created this past Fall had the same kind of mystery- something to do with beginning the painting with a bold color and the subsequent subtle addition of just an ooch of paint and absolutely no brush stroke. “Painterliness” or mark making is not the only way to inject the artist’s energy into a painting–and I don’t believe surface texture is what its a
Years of solitude had taught him that, in one’s memory, all days tend to be the same, but that there is not a day, not even in jail or in the hospital, which does not bring surprises, which is not a translucent network of minimal surprises.
–Jorge Luis Borges* This insight from my favorite art blog, slowmuse and my painterly response today, below. Still noodling out the idea. #light #minimalist #translucent
I’ve been working on a series of 18×18 inch paintings for the past 6 weeks–some of them previously posted on this blog. They are minimal, atmospheric and full of nuances of color. And, they are pure joy to paint. Again, inspired by my surroundings and the atmosphere that is the Pacific NW, the paintings suggest landscapes, hills, mist, water and clouds. It is these elements in their abstraction that give the paintings structure and a relatedness that I hope creates a safe p
our own impermanence is concealed from us.
The trees stand firm, the houses we live in
are still there. We alone
flow past it all, an exchange of air.
Everything conspires to silence us,
partly with shame,
partly with unspeakable hope. Silenced with Unspeakable Hope, 36×36 oil on canvas, 2010 #abstractlandscape #minimalist #paintingandpoetry #readingrilke