Saturday, January 24, 2009

Buddha's view

Above is what my Buddha sees from his perch...Gods dance and snow bears tunnel to jeweled cities. Also rocking chairs await...
Meanwhile down in the dark studio the forest accumulates layers as I paint and repaint the reflections, hoping for a pure exhalation of light, water and green:


Monday, January 19, 2009

Outside and In

Beyond the lace curtains I could just make out the moving frieze of snow. On opening the fire escape door I fell out in to the snow globe world, as though I had reversed-hatched inward and out.

Meanwhile inside the green world of light falling down in the forest:


...all is snow, light, water and green--wonderful crazy/studio quiet.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Captain's View

From where I sit at my computer I can look out over the rest of the loft to the light flooding in from Church Street. I love the geography of domestic spaces: the islands of rugs, the demarcation between living and studio as though a border had been inscribed by the edge of the Turkish rug, the edifice of rocking chair, the piles of books and edge-on paintings, the furry bunny (on left) with its portrait hanging just west of itself...
That blue light is the same as in my dream of the catspider, who scrabbled down the middle window and landed on the reflective floor--a black furred creature that would inhabit my brain and paintings for decades to come...

Thursday, January 15, 2009

away from the cold



A plane has crash landed in the Hudson. Everyone has been rescued. The air is very cold and the water is numbing. Here, away from winter inside the studio, I dash from side to side of the canvas, marking possible events of reflection and chaotic, illuminated forest floor and moss.
The painting is at the messy point of ideas all flung out and jumbled together but not properly introduced. We shall see who meets whom and what dances ensue.

Friday, January 9, 2009

2009


I have floated over the threshold of the new year in a dreamy state and have phased in and out of it ever since. The forest & light painting is accruing layers very slowly, mapping a folio of illumination, branches and hemlock foliage. Eventually I will arrive at the rocks, water and reflections and hopefully give a base of fluid mirroroitics to the airy procedure.
Its ridiculous when painters try to talk about process.
Wonderful, ridiculous new year.