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| iPhone image: acrylic on linen, 2012, 84 x 73 inches |
From the great poet Wang Wei:
"Seated alone by shadowy bamboos,
I strum my lyre and laugh aloud;
None know that I am here, deep in the woods;
Only the bright moon comes to shine on me."
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Walk With Me
Dorsch Gallery
Making paintings for Walk With Me, which opens May 11th, I ponder the fluctuating intake of an actual walk and what that's like, versus the speed of projected imagery. Painting is the way to slow images down. In the studio, a walk is reconstituted through the gesture, texture and color rhythms in painting. This may sound formal yet is anything but, as hours spent painting infuse the body with images and memories, like an extended stroll through time. Reducing a construction shed to the barest notational markings, or flipping perspective into a topographical view reconstitutes the spatial logic of landscape as the unfolding of experience through memory.
From the great poet Wang Wei:
"Seated alone by shadowy bamboos,
I strum my lyre and laugh aloud;
None know that I am here, deep in the woods;
Only the bright moon comes to shine on me."
From the great poet Wang Wei:
"Seated alone by shadowy bamboos,
I strum my lyre and laugh aloud;
None know that I am here, deep in the woods;
Only the bright moon comes to shine on me."
This is one of your best ever. The forms and textures are gorgeous. the lines and forms flow and move like a giant dragon.
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