Sunday, October 25, 2009

Falling into color, falling into sky

Upstate New York walking through the woods, the sky greyed with rain and the leaves pumped up in luminous contrast, the cricky-crack curve of naked limbs in black and the chocolate vines everywhere:

...and the sudden view of the Hudson down the long lawn, the streak of yellow leaves like a stroke of sunlight in the shadowless land of overcast October:

And from another day the feathered cloud portrait of Pegasus:

Monday, October 19, 2009

Yellow Dream & Austerlitz

Finished my huge watercolor and finished W. G. Sebald's Austerlitz. The first is my own dream and I can go with the strange of it. The second began as a dreamy, detached, melancholic memory excavation, and then someone slips a knife through the heart of the man and out spills the stars, his unfound life's blood, and the backswept ghosts of the dissapeared. It is profoundly sad & beautiful in a very sudden & silent way.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

from the dream vault

Here's what I've been working on while it rains and freezes outside.
...from a dream quite a while back, the image never left...

Friday, October 16, 2009

Books to brain, kiss of rain

As the bitter rain pours all over the east coast I'm reading:
Merlin by Robert Nye
Austerlitz by W. G. Sebald
The Man Who Heard Voices Or, How M. Night Shyamalan Risked His Career on a Fairy Tale
by Michael Bamberger
...thus the world melts down in cold wet stripes, and an interior world is embellished with a heart-on-the-sleeve, crazy movie guy, a pornographic devil making his anti-Christ via ghostly permutations with graphic assistance from Beelzebub and uncle Astarot, and a dreamy, but visceral architectural delving into memory and personality.