kurre.art #242

Wooden dancing pants (exhibition totem) / African Sumac, steel.

It’s the final weekend of the show at Eye Lounge, and I’ll be at the gallery both Saturday and Sunday. Because of Covid-19, I’m asking those who’d want to see the exhibition in person, to make an appointment. All appointments an hour long, are private and wearing a mask is required. For more information or to schedule a visit, email me at charleskurre.art@gmail.com.

Saturday 1 – 5 PM
Sunday 11 AM – 3 PM

Automatic changer next to nothing, looking down to where the concrete is broken, asking about the future and finding you there. – 2021, 30″ x 30″ x 2″, acrylic, dry pigment, graphite on canvas.

Thanks for reading!

Charles

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

The ihet Spring Garden Special

ihet – issue 225 – april 2017

An experiment. Adjustments three through eleven. Images of two paintings disassembled, co-mingled, reconstructed, photographed, and drawn on.  Ink Jet print on copy paper, graphite and color pencil.

The Acacia tree has gone crazy.  It’s an African Fever Acacia that produces round fuzzy yellow flowers . . . acres and acres of them.  A carpet of them. Keeping on top of this onslaught takes tools. For yard work it’s the rake. I prefer metal tined, long wood handles, and having several rakes of different widths, help make my raking more productive. The tree, besides being a prodigious flower producing monster that’s covered with needle sharp thorns, the tree’s expansive mottled shade and lovely green ever exfoliating bark marks it a gem of a tree and the time spent tending it . . . well spent. Illustrated are the protagonists. The tree, the flowers, and one of the three rakes.

April. Just under the wire.  Thanks for reading.

Charles