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Read on...to Winter
of 2008
Thursday, September
11, 2008 Day of Remembrance
He stared at the blank page, and
finally reached for the pencil. As he picked it up, he could still see
where the pencil had been, from the dust on the table. How long had it
been since he moved that pencil? Even without having written anything,
he could read how much didn't exist in that space any more, in that one
small imprint in the dust. So many days and weeks passed without having
been documented and described. So many experiences that were only lived,
without being captured. Sometimes he'll pause, and realize that the silence
in the studio is ringing, with nothing but the sound of the forest. Sometimes
he'll start to reach for his journal to make some notes, but something
else will draw his attention. Day after day, week after week, the fabric
of time is just one live, streaming, full motion experience.
Quick recap, on August 11th I finished
a large study of a bouquet of sunflowers.
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version.
On August 20th, I finished a commission
of three granny smith apples for an anniversary gift.
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version.
On August 28th, I finished a tentative
commission of three granny smith apples. The update is that the commission
continues to be developed, and this painting is now available to the public.
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version.
On Monday, September 1st, I finished
a small commission of two green apples, as a wedding gift.
On Tuesday, September 2nd, I nailed
down a small study of a
single prune plum.
And today, on September 11th, I finished
yet another of the staggeringly huge studies of three green apples.
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version.
It does seem as though I've been
painting almost nothing but apples for several months now, after so many
months of trying to avoid painting apples at all. It's always apples, more
and more and more apples.
Friday, August 1, 2008
I finished the largest painting I've
ever done, measuring at five feet by seven feet. Suddenly making it look
easy has never been so hard.
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version.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Suddenly everything explodes with
color. It's hard to look at this, it's hard to even think about it.
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version.
Thursday, July 17,
2008
In an effort to push the envelope
even further, I carved out another study of granny smith apples, using
the same bold background. I decided to turn up the heat a bit on the shadows,
and found some brighter tones to make things really vibrate.
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version.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Yesterday I celebrated my birthday,
and now I'm two hundred and forty seven years old.
Despite endless food and merriment
throughout the weekend, I managed to start on a new study of granny smith
apples. Last winter I was playing around with some color replacement functions
in Photoshop, and I found some interesting effects by combining some very
synthetic and artificial background colors with some traditionally rendered
foreground subjects. Just to toss things up a bit, I decided to pair a
trio of rendered green apples with a brisk and bold robin's egg blue field.
It was a fairly solid and standard study until I started laying down the
bold and brash new color for the surrounding field. It's exciting and attractive
in one way while at the same time being strangely repulsive.
Happy birthday to me.
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version.
Monday, July 7, 2008
After a trip to Tampa to visit my
father and a trip to East Hampton for an exhibit, I'm finally home again.
Friday, June 28, 2008
Three granny smith apples, against
a blazing teal background.
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version.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Two granny smith apples.
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version.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Eleven granny smith apples.
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version.
Saturday, June 21,
2008 Summer Solstice
I had the strangest dream, that my
house was a vast ranch in the middle of a city. I was giving someone a
tour, showing how my narrow property extended back endlessly into the distance,
explaining how I currently have about a dozen horses, but no longer do
I have cattle. The time was late afternoon, the sky was bright, but the
light was starting to turn golden. For some reason I had two separate extra
pens, as I explained "in case I get some other animals as well". Up a short
hill from the barn was the main house, and I looked out the window and
saw none other than Richard
Harrington walking up the hill, his face beaming with his usual good
nature. Odd, that he would be visiting. For some reason my mother was there
too, so I had a chance to introduce the two of them, and Richard walked
down to the barn to set about making some coffee. I told him I'm not so
sure about the water in the pail he was using, but he said it's all under
control, no problem. I was really not so sure about the water in that pail,
but I know it's no good to try to steer Richard from the path he's found.
I continued giving someone a tour, walking out to the street in front of
my house, noticing how everything seemed to be skewed at odd angles. We
walked down a strikingly steep hill to the corner, and I pointed out how
my house is actually several properties away from the complex of barns,
and only a few doors up from the bottom of the hill. The bottom of the
hill was like something from a nightmare, the house on the corner was at
least fifty feet up from the sidewalk, the roots of the trees were exposed
the whole way down to the crooked sidewalk, only the property itself was
at such a bizarre height above the street. The idea of trying to walk out
the front door down to the sidewalk made me dizzy with vertigo. At a certain
point I realized I was giving my tour to my friend Mike from Texas, who
rarely seems to be impressed by anything. We continued around the block,
past dark gothic buildings, under a foreboding highway underpass, and then
our path was lit by storefront windows sparkling with modern graphics and
lighting. On the next block we came out from under the underpass, and I
was in the middle of the city at night, and the cool wind was blowing through
the streets. This was all within 2 blocks of my house, and the barns, and
the horses, and Richard Harrington making coffee.
In some way I didn't feel any more
of a sense of order or simplicity waking up to my house on the hill, surrounded
by a dense and dark forest, high above a deep dark lake, with so many landscaping
projects spread across several acres of land, all careening crazily down
this maddeningly twisted road in life I have found.
Spring is now over and Summer has
begun, and today I started throwing paint down on a tentative commission
of eleven granny smith apples.
If you find yourself
hungering for yet more dramatization of the angst of a painter, see Spring
of 2008 for the previous season's struggles.
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