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 .

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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

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