I am feeling like I am gaining ground with my abstractions.This is the most recent. I look forward to starting the next one.
Drawn during a cold spell (it didn’t get over freezing for several weeks). I draw these pastel abstractions laying flat on a table, and work without declaring a top or bottom until very near the end of the process, when I shift the canvas to an easel for the final touches.
This piece was painted on Martin Luther King Day, I can’t remember the year… I think 2009… a wonderful party, great cooking, lots of amazing musicians… and me painting… this…. a memorable evening. Thanks to everyone who was there. And to MLK= thanks most especially to you.
This piece is signed on the back four times, with all four sides being up. It would be cool to be mount the paintings on a very slowly rotating matrix, such that every time it was seen a different view was up. Hmm.
Red is a difficult color to pull off in painting. It is a very loaded adjective waiting to happen. Her I tried to explore it, but I also tried to neutralize it with little green.
This piece would have been done shortly after I had left the neck brace. Broken neck September 4 2008, car crash. I feel the red I meant right now, even from this distance.
The coolest thing about making art (!?) is the way it can contain an entire place and time when it is brought out after years of awayness. I can remember this day perfectly. The light blue shape on the lower right is a yucca plant in full bloom. Yuccas shoot up their fruit so fast. […]
The act of drawing is so connected to the hand- it is like the hand is free to make marks without reserve. Drawing, at it’s best, is dancing on paper. The landscape is dancing with nature.
I remember drawing this one, one of my first collaborations with live jazz bands, by red neon light. I had no idea what colors I was using…. just intuition. Maybe the fact that I am legally color blind helped. It looks ok under daylight, so there is always that. It was fun though.
Another live on stage drawing, done with one of our many local jazz bands. I have so much fun interpreting the music and playing along, visually.
Although I’ve drawn my back yard dozens if not hundreds of times, each time is a joy. i love drawing, the act of drawing and the landscape has always served as a properly unloaded vehicle.
The seasons bring their colors with them This is unmistakably a summer scene, demonstrated with color and brightness. I love that spontaneity of the moment in drawing so accurately does catch the moment.
This piece was drawn on my daughter’s birthday, live on stage, with her in the audience. When it was finished it was presented to her. It was a fun birthday.
I do admit to loving blue, and the way it acts against almost every other color. I think it might have to do with my own personal retina, but I have to admit to being very sensitive to blue. The funny part is that I have life long been declared color blind.
This two trunked tree has fascinated me for years. It is the gateway for a wonderfully deep view. They stand today, still strong, but time has taken a toll on the trees around and behind. This piece was claimed by my daughter and is not for sale.
I thought it would be fun to a piece in only black and white and gray, and this came out. I kije the starkness the limited pallet brings. Kind of eerie.
This piece was drawn over three separate sessions with the same band. It went through a LOT of changes on it’s way to becoming itself. In the end it is one of my favorite landscapes.
I’m remembering this storm It was a doozie. High winds and rain and lightening. A great time was had drawing as Nature threw a fit.
It was a very sunny spring, beautiful, with lots of flowers and flowering trees. This came from a very dark and coldd winter, and I was glad to be warm again, as I recall.
This drawing was begun in a performance with the avante garde piano player Thollem McDonnas. After he and his wife Angela had continued on their tour I finished it. It is one of the last of the live series done with musicians. For now, anyway.
Credible abstraction in the digital world requires a clear distinction between hand made and the not hand made. I am proud to continue the hand made tradition of tens of thousands of years, and I hope I wear it well.
I was really noticing that yellow was massively underrepresented in the commercialism spectrum, so I did yellow. Yellow is hard to load with depth- it wants to be happy.