Dreams of the Night Sleeper

ihet – november/december 2018 – issue 236

 During one of my recent fits of organization, I pulled out several never completed canvasses. Originally these two were intended for exhibition at Perimeter Gallery, Chicago and for reasons that now escape me, their development was problematic, the paintings weren’t finished, and didn’t end up being shown. After, I put them aside and began a new group of work. Revisiting these artifacts of creative effort, their intent is reimagined, guided by the instruments of memory and experience. A dilemma resolved. A quiet and measured chronicle woven by the force of time.

      The pragmatic affair # 239                Desire’s mnemonic memoir #233

Transformation is the heart of it. It’s the gentle tug, becoming a push then a shove. A feeling of urgency driving the narrative forward.

Long press for sitter frozen #37

The  cartography of  my visual language is informed by the tangled and knotted rhythms of nature. An exploration into the fabric of remembrance. The evolution of change. The reordering of perception. 

Evolution circus #61

Then there’s the bits and pieces. In these instances harvested from my own manipulations. An orange tree remnant from the garden, on an image of trees in Superstition Mountains, (assembled from multiple inkjet prints), and photographed.

Memorial to a lifetime of achievement #173

Apple tree remnant, also from the garden, on an image of trees in Zion National Park, (assembled from multiple inkjet prints), and photographed.

Memorial to a lifetime of achievement #191

Thanks for reading.
Charles                            

Time Is The Wound – In Photos

ihet – october 2018 – issue 235

The exhibition at Eric Fischl Gallery had many special moments which truly made it a success. Now that the exhibition has ended, it’s time to put the studio back in order. First on the docket . . . editing a group of short videos that present the inspiration and ideas informing my work. I’ll get those up and posted soon. In the interim, photos of the installation.

Thanks for reading.

Charles

 

Kurre Exhibition at the Eric Fischl Gallery

ihet – july/august 2018 – issue 234

The Eric Fischl Gallery is a great environment for exhibiting and viewing art.  For my exhibition, it’s all new work. Both paintings and objects, so it promises to be a good show.  The opening reception is on Monday evening, September 17th from 5:30-8pm. I’d love to have you join me, so save the date and come see the new work.

Clyfford Still is one of my all-time favorite painters and visiting the Clyfford Still Museum, in Denver, has been on my list. I’d tie myself in knots trying to choose a favorite, but this painting, 1944-N No. 1 would certainly be in the mix.  There’s a boundless volume of color in his paintings, but this black is just fearless.   “Black was never a color of death or terror for me. I think of it as warm – and generative.” Clyfford Still. – To view more of Still’s work – The Clyfford Still Museum 

“Abstraction allows [one] to see with his mind what he cannot see physically with his eyes . . . [it] enables the artist to perceive beyond the tangible, to extract the infinite out of the finite. . . . It is an exploration into unknown areas.” This quote by Arshile Gorkey was included with the exhibit and for me captures what all art attempts to achieve. Gorkey’s work bridged the gap between surrealism and abstract expressionism and is considered one of the seminal artists of his time.  For more on Arshile Gorkey visit – The Arshile Gorkey Foundation.

The show at Fischl Gallery has provided the impetus to give my website some much-needed attention.  So rather than just a bit of polish, I decided to do a complete overhaul. Take a look and let me know what you think . . . charleskurre.com

Besides the website revamps, I’ve been putting finishing touches on work for the exhibition. The most recent . . . A layered history of remembrance, a bridge between then an now. Tuning perception to desire’s needs. Deconstructed elementals assembling the kite.

And no, it wouldn’t be Summer without a bit of beach time . . .

Found on the street by my studio, drawn by one of the neighborhood kids. 

 

Thanks for reading.

Charles