Kali Yuga dance

Here in the Kali Yuga epoch Shiva and Kali dance the dance of light. In spite of myself this painting has come out the way it has, dragging me behind it, oblivious to any attempt on my part to effect its trajectory. At one point I did try to assume some sort of control and modified the composition and content. I had to paint it all out. Towards the end it threatened to spin out of control and splash itself on the surrounding walls. It allowed me to nudge here and there: tailoring a skintight set of duds.
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the foliage

Did you ever have one of those days where you just paint foliage? You know, where you maybe go out once to the post office, but can't remember the next day if you did, indeed, even leave the loft. Like that.
Sometimes when there is such a day I go out later and see everything as if it's a painting.....the stonework of buildings, the fluid melt of traffic, the fabrics of people following their motions, & the sky heaving between buildings.

So, to the foliage--still accruing, curling, blushing unaccustomed color and circling, ever so slowly, the two dancers:



This one is way too dark but I kind of like its before-the-storm light:

faces & places

One of my favorite places is the sun chair--where I sit and look at whatever painting I'm working on. At the moment the view fills the yearning for landscape...






...since this is the view of morning light, horizons mitigated by structure inside (& out)...






But there are faces. This is Indigo and I. She visited recently to attend my son's high school graduation. We had a brief sojourn as exotic women shawled in ancient silks...



Jan Meissner


..and then there are the others, still dancing, their landscape bower becoming ever more complex. The more the detail develops the better I like their dance...

Lynda Barry, Shiva & Kali

In between days of painting I went to see Lynda Barry at the NYC Cantor Film Center. I'm a big fan of her work but have never heard her speak. I didn't realize that I was going to be laughing so hard I would cry. One guy in the audience began to slide out of his seat. She was amazingly perceptive about making art and its biological purpose, the nature of memory and how we react to what we think is real but know isn't.
I then decided to read her book Cruddy which is the only one I have that I hadn't read. It's a full out horror story. Who knew. It smells of rotting meat, train tracks and youth.
She's great.




In the studio Shiva and Kali are still dancing, and I'm still chasing them with a brush...

2 Views

Outside on Church Street they are doing a fashion shoot, having the models pretend to walk across the street over and over.....





Inside I have been working on the new painting, pretending that Shiva and Kali are dancing on the wall together forever and forever...