Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
I love blue. Always have. I've written papers about it. I overuse and overwear the color. I love it. Hell, my undergraduate exhibition was even called, "Shades of Blue." One particular shade of blue even earned the name "E. Bell Blue" when I was in college. Though not unlike the color shown here, it is still different. It's more cobalt, a little more pink, and a richer hue. Someday my friends at Crayola are going to learn about E. Bell Blue and they're going to do right by my color. Yves Klein got a blue...why can't I?
Thursday, April 1, 2010
I have no reason to believe that my reasons for painting will apply to every person who touches brush to canvas, but I do think that there are some fundamental motivations that push all of us that practice creation.
The first of those that I'll mention is brilliantly true, but not discovered without help. An old friend of mine, and fellow artist brought the idea to my attention. it started with me wondering if the little boxes (see previous blogs) were transitioning into another series of paintings. We talked extensively, for a length of time, and then he spoke works of such clarity and wisdom:
The only reason you need for making art is that you want it to exist.
Oh simplicity. How I love you. My friend was right though. I'm the artist. The creator. And in my mind pictures come and they dance around, and I want them to become real. And that's the only reason I need.