however, I’ve been working on it for about a week now. I hate when I complicate things!
I really wasn’t starting anything—I was actually just tinting my canvas so I could pace up and down until some idea popped into my head….I guess I just eliminated that pacing up and down, staring blankly into space part of my process. It was when my thoughts wandered to poses used throughout history in paintings…like Manet’s Olympia…or that crazy statue in Di Chirrico’s Soothsayer’s Recompense…and then I roughed this in. It’s a work in process.
I can’t believe its been 25 years since I played with cotton linters…I managed to stretch this phase of my artistic career to span about three years. I was accepted into a few, well, I could say several juried exhibitions. Then there was kind of a misunderstanding of my work, which is not painted on hand-laid paper, the colors were created in separate batches of linters and I manipulated the wet fibers into an image before sponging out the water….it was a process I considered fine art, but at the time the rest of the world considered it a “craft.” huh.
I actually took a photograph of this place last year because of the way the sun, nearing sunset, reflected from the rocky hill above the river…and as the painting developed the greenery appeared to me to be highly compartmentalized. I could have changed that, but, I like the exaggeration. While my focus was recreating what the sunlight was doing, it appears that I painted what I was feeling….how the green of nature is allotted its space between the rubble and man’s creation. The reflection seems to say it again, while the waters of the Colorado drift by under that big expanse of blue sky.