Working with this new gold metallic paint today. Just playing with circles and space. I dig gold. It’s like Klimt without the beautiful women:)!
These are in love with circles space, and strangely embryonic. Often mine are about sky and underwater; these are something else.
Anyway, I fell in love with gold today. I don’t clean my brushes well, but I do love color well. And I do love shapes forms and lines and the universe, especially the hidden music that is constantly here, when we listen, even in rudimentary ways—ie through painting circles!
Painting really does have sound implied!
I often paint in silence so I can hear the music.
Lines, rhythm notation is floating all around us.
We get to recreate the universe daily, or at least tune into it! Songs are just floating in the air waiting to be played.
Every time I see a plant canvas or pick up a camera, I feel potential. What does this shot want to say, which conversation does it want to overhear.
The coming away from prayer or art is the hardest. You’ve been aware of the layers of life, and have to pretend there is only one. But the imagination and the spirit cannot be imprisoned. God is uninterrupted. But we interrupt Him all the time.
I have a dead friend, who told me I was a real fine artist. I never mastered a medium, but I think he was talking about something else. Art is depth listening, an invitation to others to hear what you saw. It’s not really about the artist, it’s about what they saw.
Art is an invitation to the unseen circus all around us always!
In my dream, my whole part of heaven was made of potential. Stacks of old brooms, abandoned circus tents, left over wires, whale bones suspended like Calder pieces, levitational rooms with old costumes…..everything waiting to be art again.
What else can these brooms do, but sweep, my mentor used to say. And he would make two headed brooms and hang them on the wall to make the point.