Thursday, December 23, 2010
Seeing how much a love being on a computer, I want to thank everyone for helping me be able to live my life as an artist again this year. I am so fortunate to be able to have met so many supportive and inspiring people. Thank you.
The landscape is of a view above the Mississippi River.
Where I live now has beautiful vistas of the river that haven't all been built up.
It's pretty awesome.
The barn is more of feeling like death in Waukesha. Painted this through rain, sleet and snow.
Not sure if it is done yet, now everythings covered in snow.
Both paintings are 25x40"
It is that time of year again-snowscapes.
I want people to look at my paintings of southeastern wisconsin as protest painting, the images I choose all reject what our culture is doing to the land. I am not looking nostaglicly backwards.The culture I am painting seems as dead as that old blue truck in the painting above. It isn't fun to say, think or feel that what you see around you is wrong. And in my case so wrong and hideous that I cannot even make images from it generally.
So I choose places that are remnants of an older way.
When I look at the world I am someone that feels deeply, and feeling guides me through my decisions in life.
This is something I am learning and can't explain. The painting with only the brush and trees is an example of this. It felt powerful looking at it. This isn't my brain telling me this, it is my body. It is a physical reaction for me. This painting is about seeing something that "felt right". The sunset painting is like that too, but wasn't as powerful for me
The other painting of the white barn is a farm that has been divided up into "commercial property"
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Yesterday I decided not to teach in the spring. This is the first time I haven't been in school as a teacher or student since 1982.
I am going to try and support my girlfriend and hopefully help her make the most of her artist residency in Milwaukee. You can link to her site from mine to see what she does.
I did this painting on black Friday from my parents house. I was thinking of a Corot painting of a pathway heading to a village.
How much more intimate and "connected" were people before paved roads. I wish I lived someplace that I could walk through the land without asphalt or concrete, and to know the path from my childhood. This is about as close I a get. I long again to know the path from memory.
Of course now the pathway is covered in snow....