Painting as I see it.
I am struggling with not being able to open things. Not just jars and tubes of paint. Yet, I find a way. This canvas was painted flat, on a ping pong table, not stretched and upright on an easel. There are not as many drips, and I think the edges are fuzzy, because the paint oozed over the canvas.
Forrest said this painting reminded him of a musical score. He’s working on synth music. This part is about 3 ft. of a 15 ft. canvas. The canvas was made for photo printing. It buckles when it gets any moisture. I’ve enjoyed tussling with the ups and downs of this canvas.
This is another painting on a word. It is a way for me to enter an abstract place that is color, lines, and now puckers. This is photo canvas that is 17 1/2″ wide, and comes on a roll. I’ve joined three pieces that are five feet, with duct tape. I don’t have a drone so the first photo is paralaxed. I’m working on an old pingpong table, plus a couple more. Today I was able to walk along and make continuous lines with charcoal. The moisture in the paint affects the pucker. Also, by working flat, the gravity pulls everything. I’m used to letting it pull on the drips when I work vertically. These panels may get a vertical treatment, or
not.
Discharge, like sneeze, fart, static electricity or a bomb.
Two canvases, a self portrait of us, not all parents.
Jill took a wonderful photo of Donna and Charlie. That is a portrait. This painting is a remembrance. Thank you, Jill.
Donna Livengood, our patron and Gregg’s mom, died on Dec. 20,2022. She was an avid bird watcher all of her life.
