Birds of a Feather

ihet september 2017 issue 229

Ribbons of card stock and beet remnants on a paper towel. A consideration born of idle hands and fiddling what’s in reach. Patterns on the towel, the partitioning of the beets and their stains, a modest diversion from monochrome now carrying over into paint.

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The back and forth, muted ethereal to bright and strong, the question . . . return to muted?  At the moment I’m staying on the brighter stronger side .

sparrow field

Objects of desire. An assemblage. An intimate vignette all in on bright. The backdrop is from the garden, a loose pile of Bougainvillea petals digitally captured and mounted. A wood block, pieces of steel, and the five ball. Monument Five – Memorial to a Prime.

Meanwhile, back in the studio, the middle of a long beginning. The outline of future endeavors with plenty of room to move.

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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