Is it done, or not? I think so. It may stay on the easel for a few days as I’m feeling like the composition is not balanced. Does my eye want to move around or just stare at the big red drape? Is that even important?
The Editors at Clamor, the Arts & Literary Journal at the University of Washington Bothell evidently found a compelling interest in the series [/life in the Matrix] and I’m pleased to announce each of my submissions has been selected for publication in the upcoming 2017 edition. Thank you Editors!These pieces challenge the acceptance of propaganda that disposes with the truth by pointing to an imaginary reality and part of series of work designed as [/life in the Matrix].My intention is clear, while the narrative might not be immediately recognizable, my art encourages the viewer to take a long look. In creating these pieces the visual clues I use are often contextually abstract and subjects are placed in improbable circumstances, bordering on the surreal, but based in realism.
My documentary skills are no accident, I’m all thumbs with a camera – and I happen to know that a tripod would greatly increase my successes. But, do I have a tripod? Have I looked for one? Ha. That led to me thinking that if this was photographed adequately the viewer would notice that this scene takes place somewhere in the universe, suspended in space. I thought it was important enough to the statement that I point it out. So I did. I’ve also added some details.
Still a work in progress. I’ve been so involved in working on this, it seems it’s coming to completion way too soon. Sometimes the process of painting is, well, intimate…for me, anyway. Sometimes I just fall in love with what I’m doing. Then when I’m finished, I miss it…painting it….the process.
I’m prompted to share because I am reminded that the disaster that was Fukushima is an ongoing event. This piece, this curiosity box resides on a table in my office. As I passed by this morning, I paused and picked it up. As I opened it, the stream of yellow acrylic sheet, neatly wound up and epoxied into the recycled spigot above fell out. Huh! The plug seems to have disappeared! How art mimics life, in subtle ways! I just learned that workers attempted to send in a robot to survey the problem and the radiation level took out the robot in an hour. Meanwhile, nuclear waste leaks in the Pacific. I love(d) fish? The filth part? I guess that’s the title of the piece, “The Irony of Fukushima.”
The light improved today so I re-photographed Newspeak, 2017 and it appears much more like the original.
Despite all my self-imposed drama, I returned to the studio (ultimately happy that I resisted painting that big red X on my first painting of the year)….and here is the completed piece – Newspeak, the latest addition to my new series 404 Page Not Found. I’ve dubbed the series so because I think my audience might think it amusing…. going on an adventure looking for answers that no longer exist (or were removed or corrupted) in a place uncertain and equally ethereal, once consisting of an orderly combination of zero’s and one’s. Literally lost in the clouds. Newspeak, the title, goes to the content of the piece in its entirety and whether we’ve seen the last of original thinking and the freedom to go beyond accepted rhetoric to the truth of the matter. The word, newspeak, is not of my own making but borrowed from the pages of 1984, the book that accurately predicted Big Brother.