Tuesday, December 7, 2010
This body of work is a collection inspired by the atmosphere, with each painting containing aspects of cloud formation and atmospheric activity that act as a metaphor for personal experience and emotion. From storms to twilight, the sky is a diverse resource that allows me to express myself as I work through establishing myself as an artist and a person. I intend these works to provide an accessible outlet for not only my emotions but also those of my audience, allowing for each viewer’s unique life experience to direct the way he or she relates to each painting. This unpredictability of my audience’s life experience also corresponds closely with the inconsistency of the ever changing sky.
Vibrantly contrasted colors – often found in both dawn and twilight – along with quick and energetic marks bring a sense of conflict to the work. I have used thin transparent glazes to represent, in a physical form, the intangibility of the atmosphere and its reflected light. Twilight literally means the onset of darkness at the end of the day, and the act of the night overwhelming the day. It is a transition or transformation that I relate to my own personal journey through life.
I want my viewers to share in the sensation of my journey buy allow them to define and direct their own paths – a shared ride, but a unique, unpredictable experience. The consistency of sun rise and sunset are calming reassurances that things are as they should be, yet the potential is always there for the abrupt and unexpected turn of events that defines a new path.
Tell me what you guys think! Do you like where the paintings are going? Does my artist statement make viewing my work more interesting? Or would you rather not have the explanation?
Sunday, October 24, 2010
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping..."
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny cheek, They eddy over it too toppling weak To blow the earth or anything self-clear; Moisture and color and odor thicken here. The hours of daylight gather atmosphere.