When I look at these paintings, I see paint on paint,
color on color, pigment over pigment.
Color is coming forward, but receding.
Color is trying to come out.
It's a force of its own, yet it can't quite make it to the surface.
These strokes, I just find so beautiful, so pronounced. By layering, they take control of the eye. They guide the eye with subtle, overlapping textures.
This is, to me, a visual and abstract representation of memory itself.
Because layering is what memory is, in a sense.
One memory; one experience on top of the other. Always trying to reach the surface.
Memories are not everything we are, they are not all we experience and perceive.
They are only a part of us. But they are built, one on top of the other.
Just as life is, essentially, just an accumulation of experiences, of memories, one on top of the other.
Layering. Some reaching the surface, while others trapped beneath.
All of t...
I remember as a youngster reading Stendhal’s Rouge et Noir, and that always stays with me, subliminally somewhere…
Then I remember a teacher telling me “White, is the presence of all color.” But then adding to that, as is black.
So I’ve been pondering a series called Rouge, Noir Et Blanc, painted to music. The work would be imbued with the “rhythm and color” of the music. When I work in this vein, I get lost in both the process and the product.
It works magic on me.
I feel very strongly about what's going on around the world, as many of you know. Everyday, I open the newspaper and there it is, more violence, more hate, more war, more bloodshed. More, more, more, more...
And everyday, I cut out these images, these words, and bring them to the studio with me.
As I reflect on the needless pain and suffering that goes on daily, I incorporate them into my work so others can maybe, hopefully, reflect on them also.
And so, my new series, WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE? attempts to do just that. It is a social commentary, as well as an emotional reflection of myself during these times.