union
Tuesday night Post #47 /
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As my mind expanded I still remembered to anchor
In the time I organized the memories
in that time I saw you briefly
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Tuesday Night Post # 46 /
This is my working method. For these drawings I have either started
to destroy a resolution or started to solve a problem that is being created as
I resolve. A very much organic
method, I fluctuate from solving to un-resolving the composition and symbolism. Each pencil mark is left as an
expression of a decision executed.
Sometimes erased to be re-experienced. As I work I try to hold the belief that with each new stroke
emerges a new drawing, forgetting any preconceptions. There are times in which I remove myself
from the drawing. Allowing my mind
to forget it and solve other ones in the set of problems I have developed. These three are of a set I am working
through.
As said before the
method is of highs and lows. Aesthetics
and concepts, as I work through each, I struggle to unite the loose and
emerging threads.
Here are the puzzlers:
It’s hard to
see each piece in some sort of disarray. I can see some are unbalance in
concept or design. It’s also hard to remember certain stages I liked
more that existed before the current version of the third one.
Tuesday Night Post # 45 /
Scattered Few,
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"The closer I got to
the reconstruction
the farther she got" |
The closer I got to
the reconstruction
the farther she got
In a way I found
what I was after
Not the truth but
the way the truth makes us respond
But then the truth
is the way we respond
Myself to the
ground I followed the line
Every lovely curve
To every abrupt
change
The lesson was in
the way
I had to shift to
fall into the groove
On time nestled
another split apart
Just as I was a
child knowing not when to let up
Things broke and
several pieces went a missing
Union came not at
the moment
Union is not a
definition
Union was the
memory there after
Tuesday Night Post #44 /
For
there to be union first there must be two or more things to unite; a cast of characters
to portray the waves of reckless bodies accidentally becoming newly formed
moments of ingenuity. Or reflect the unraveling creative darkness that is
consumption. Imploding stars. Particle accelerators. scientific
advance...these unions are the ones that flicker brighter after they end.
Here
are a few photos of heads I am working on.
Tuesday Night Post # 43 /
I’ve given it a bit of thought. I have decided to tweak the Tuesday
post. From now on I will see Tuesday as a checkpoint. I will use Tuesday to present ongoing projects and document
them. I will also hope to present
my concepts and intended goals.
The way I approach
my work is very fluid and intuitive.
I find that sometimes the only way to comprehend something is to unravel
with it. It might be a bit unorthodox,
but the result is in the action.
If you wish to find
meaning in my work I would say the definition is in its temporal whole.
There can be times
when discussing meaning is unnecessary; times when even the artist can be wrong
about their meaning.
I periodically go
back and write notes on my notes.
It helps to keep me focused and see the whole, backing away from the sometimes,
sticky parts. I have been putting
it off, but I think its time to look back at the notebooks and sketch
books. Maybe present some pages on
Tuesday.
It’s been a busy
two years with many obstacles and sidetracks, yet with some fruits to enjoy and
many to nurture.
On this Tuesday I
will post one of a few things I have in the works.
Union
Union is a series
of drawings depicting various stages of union.
What do I mean by
union. This I hope to
illustrate.
Here is one drawing
in its temporary stage:
