Notes on pesky problems, looking in on medium large nuts and bolts, and seaside for the soul.

ihet  july/august 2017  issue 228

This is my most recent pesky problem. I’m nibbling around the edges, to no avail. So I just look at it. and wait. Then ignore it, and wait. Look at it, and wait. Thing is, there’s always an open-ended space somewhere in there, a questing needing a proper answer, and dumping some thoughtless thing into that space, simply because I can, defeats the purpose. So I’m ok with the patience and perseverance the process requires.

I don’t get tied up in creative knots. I just go where curiosity leads, and most recently, that’s constructing compact stage-like vignettes.  These interludes begin where the narrative qualities of the paintings leave off. Looking in on medium large nuts and bolts.

O’ Those Beach Days. The customs of a well polished routine, illustrated.

Wherever your summer happens to take you . . . have a good one . . . and thanks for reading.

Thanks for reading.

Charles

How To Assemble The Kite (One Hundred Seventy Nine By Eleven Cubed)

ihet  june 2017  issue 227

How to Assemble the Kite  is the other one. Eleven drawn, cubed, and liberally applied to one seventy-nine.

I like the process of melding these identities. The mixing of fragments to an ordered fashion. Steps faithfully followed and applied to canvas. Its structure, a guiding principle, woven into the fabric of transformation.

It started with the temporary sculptures. Mostly small assembled groups of things, digitally documented, the pieces dispersed. Now the parts stay together. Stories collected, intermingled and named.  Machine painting the end of time and the hole to fall into.

Thanks for reading.

Charles

Amalgamation and Improbable Alliances

ihet  may 2017  issue 226

The pattern was created in equal parts method and chance, and applied to Number 5. A collection of events scrambled and recombined to imagine a future expectation. The Amalgamation of five and one seventy-nine with adjustments three through eleven.

Improbable alliances. A twig with thorns and quail egg in a bottle cap. A thicket captured in digital amber. A scrap of rough sawn wood. A cube and fragment of twisted wire. A cup “borrowed” from Donna’s recent efforts, filled by a game’s protagonist and a chain to bind. Well . . . the egg broke and so did the twig  . . . and the wire, and what started as a playful exercise morphed into a full on project. I think of them as story telling, collaborations of  histories, precursors to the paintings. Dimensional sketches to enlighten the illusions of paint.

Thanks for reading.

Charles