Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 07, 2015

Air

Four paintings from the Air series framed and ready for David Joyce Gallery.

The Mayor's Art Show came down last month and I have two more shows before the end of the year. Four small paintings have been chosen for a group show at the David Joyce Gallery. These four are from a new series called Air. The title of the show is Taking Flight: a Visual Voyage. I had a twist on the concept that I hoped would fit. It did! The Fire Season series dealt with elemental forces. When Henry and I began learning about Robert Boyle's experiments with the vacuum and the bell jar, I began a journey of thought that inspired this new series. It is a fascinating project for me. The more I explore, the more questions emerge. My initial inspiration comes from the idea that Air is a complicated substance but invisible. There are connections to breath and spirit, nature and weather and also environmental issues. I would love to hear your thoughts.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Two Rivers Pulsing

I have been working on a new series of abstract paintings that continue to explore elemental conceptions of nature. The series title is Two Rivers Pulsing ( at least the working title) which is from 
Emerson's poem Two Rivers. For me the poem speaks to my long interest in the expression of the internal and external worlds.

Two Rivers
by Ralf Waldo Emerson

Thy summer voice, Musketaquit,
Repeats the music of the rain;
But sweeter rivers pulsing flit
Through thee, as thou through the Concord Plain.

Thou in thy narrow banks art pent:
The stream I love unbounded goes
Through flood and sea and firmament;
Through light, through life, it forward flows.

I see the inundation sweet,
I hear the spending of the steam
Through years, through men, through Nature fleet,
Through love and thought, through power and dream.

Musketaquit, a goblin strong,
Of shard and flint makes jewels gay;
They lose their grief who hear his song,
And where he winds is the day of day.

So forth and brighter fares my stream,—
Who drink it shall not thirst again;
No darkness taints its equal gleam,
And ages drop in it like rain.

Here is a glimpse of one of the pieces that I am finishing up from the series.
Here Beside the River


Thursday, July 09, 2015