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What is the What

What is it that a painting is? Illusion, replication, metaphor, cry from the heart, social intervention? Recently a comment about one of my pictures got me off on a long ride through such thoughts. It was mentioned that the painting might be seen as metaphor but this...

Materials & Materiality

I've been thinking about materials and how they change the feel of a picture. A watercolor, ideally, has a lightness, an implication of ephemerality in its thereness. Ink can be both vaporous and definitive and often, at its best, leaves a lot for the paper to say....

The Tangs and I

There is a famous scene in John Woo's Hard Boiled where Chow Yun-Fat rescues a baby and raps to sooth its cries, as shots are fired and bodies drop in the ensuing battle. The quality of lightness in the midst of chaos, the lovely face of the child listening to the...

Extremes

Loose or tight-focused, slippery or with edges... individual pictures dictate the hand. Will there be lots of clearly rendered details or will things be loosey-goosey? I don't seem to be able to control it. Once I tried to ease up the brushwork on a painting and it...

Small

Sometimes its nice to work small under the illusion of casual and quick.  Occasionally that turns out to be true, but often the actual size of a picture isn't related to it's scale, nor to the amount of effort needed to make it work.But I'm always fooled into thinking...

The Embedded Form

Recently someone told me that my paintings are about people.  And then added:  the human form, even if it doesn't appear that way.  That stopped me.  Not something anyone else has said, even in different words. I let the thoughts swim around in the back of my brain...

Green

for Pornpat Down through the forest of my paintings runs a river of green. It is ship, subject and heart. Green is the color of the heart chakra. Green is the first sliver of Spring parting Winter's curtain. Come with me on this mermaid ship of hearts to tour the...

The Monsters

Before the Monsters there was Feather. Feather was beloved by everyone, even dog lovers.  She stayed with me for 18 years, quietly keeping me company throughout a hurricane of interesting times. After she died I waited almost a year before going to a shelter and...

Empty Lot Crush

LA few blocks from where I live is an empty lot. It's crammed between two smallish buildings facing the BQE. When I first saw it in the Fall of 2014 it was barren of foliage and littered with building debris. There was a cinder block wall dividing it. In one half...

Feathers

 A while back I mentioned switching from fur to feathers. This is presently true. I have two, large diptychs in progress with a fair amount of birds in each. Until they are finished (some vague future as they are not only large but complicated) they stay in the...