"...a good poem leaves you feeling more human". - overheard
“In Art emotions are the meaning” -Henry James
--- and so with a good painting, I feel. Like you, I’ve put my life together from pieces, shreds really. What happened? —- a few idea-driven, idea-layered paintings (w/ jokes and tears), in oil & mixed media, followed by sculpture in selected found materials, presenting landscape-Inscape & architecture-inflected images and objects in a broad, graphic, textured palette, in a full range of colors and dimensions -- reflecting a personal view of a hopeful -though scarcely provable image-language sensitivity. This presumptive notion enables my rethinking of many personal setbacks & cultural challenges; I'd call my core activity art-enabled-reassessments of chaos, spontaneity, and the possibility of inward order.
Large claim; though, in the end I have only my own views to offer, I say art exists to reveal something deeper: the WORLD-MAKING IMAGINATION by which we flourish, or without it surely perish.
What is of endless fascination for sculptors and painters is the mysterious reality that two and three dimensional shapes beget distinct, often intense emotional responses connected to a range of creaturely and/or transcendental ways of living in fear and/or sublimity ( …sex ). In my WorkLife painting is a connective, evocative enterprise offering a personal shape-language world, with advanced and primitive forces from various perception levels that meet in diplomacy & battle. Painting here: a conversation between thought and feeling, a means of self creation & reckoning -- personal, ruminative, & invitational. Noticing my own shifting alertness brings world-reckoning intimacy and reflection moment to moment. I stop-frame life, feeling tectonic conditions in a sketch. At once, the painter is the scene, the subject, the story, the shy reader, the innocent listener -hearing affinities with an eye, conjuring new 'evidence' of a possible vast though private, deeper Life —the consumate life erotic -reason and pleasure- standing conjoined, dry-eyed together in the face of mortality.
How does a painting emerge? : it slyly unfolds, for the maker and viewer alike. Mental and emotional dithering fades. Visual conversation gains credence. Logical (internal) debate aggregates hard nuggets concerning craft and conveyance, retinal arguments regarding pleasure v. intellectual ‘austerity’ are hammered out on the anvil of self honesty. Nuanced body-mind patterns and affinities are honored ...and then are decisively elected, that is… acted on in paint. Previous thresholds of aesthetic insight & emotional courage are overturned. Thrumming alienation is temporarily quelled. Finally, insights and ideas take the form of marks, shapes, colors and arrangements, made to seem inevitable. Language, music and architecture, healing & self-unity -however inexplicably conjoined in me are the origins of my effort. The endpoint of this work --where my accidental choices and mistakes have come see seem fateful to me, is to show others the world in me, as a contribution to the shared world, OUR shared world, one that prompts us by its mystery, reason, pleasure and brevity -to live in it ever more seriously.
From an immersive (a sometimes 'research-oriented') studio practice, keen to avoid the exquisite isolation, a personal iconography has emerged: thought figurations in two and three dimensions that convey a personal aesthetic of attention & intention. Pulling together compelling elements of a complex structural presence, the GEO-figuration that undergirds these compositions — concerns what? I say … open strength and endurance. By way of foxy color, decisive internal density, scale & proportion, these images illuminate a wayward yet determined ArtLife engagement. Well beyond the unavoidable doubt & ambiguity that lends frisson to the graphic & spatial fields of each painting, this art is about a collaborative meaning-creation relationship with a committed viewer -- a non-churchy call & response relationship. At Best -- find here (when taken together) an urgent, personal domain of optimism and contribution: a personal ImageWorld -layered & conjoined. It invites extended looking -outward & inward- in the same moment of discernment and fragile if exhilarating self understanding.
Call me extravagant. Call me serious.