What the heck just happened?! It has been ages since my last post.
Two and a half years have flown by since my last post!. Off the radar. But busy. I am forever inspired.
I left New York City in August 2015, and moved both home and studio 1,200 miles south to Sarasota. It was never in my plan. But I was and still am in love with Amy Davis, and wherever she is I call home. And I have discovered that without Amy I would be an artist and not an artist in business. That said, “everybody” told me it would take a year or two to start to feel at home. And it has.
Yes, it is staggeringly beautiful on the Gulf “SunCoast”. Parenthetically, it is pouring rain and chilly as I write. And cold here is surely not the cold of the NorthEast. However, the general consensus here is that we do indeed live in paradise.
The foliage is alien; in fact, I feel like I moved to a different planet. The leaves never turn color; there are myriad species of palm trees.shrubbery and plants that yield out of this world flowers and seed cases.
When it does get cold enough in the winter; a plethora of critters seek shelter in our home, including, but not limited to, palmettos, more species, some actually benign, of spiders just in our yard and house. I am admittedly an arachnophobe; I have no idea which are actually benign (and assume the worst). I know for sure that a Wolf Spider bite means dial 911. I’ll save that photo until I find it. Maybe I’ll do a special post.
That said I live in the only sub-tropical state. I am minutes from Siesta Key, a beach voted most beautiful so many times the sign is starting to rust.
I believe my mentor, Jan Cox, turned me on to THE PAINTER’S SECRET GEOMETRYby Charles Bouleau in the 1970s when I showed him underlying geometries that I had found and drawn into my own work or if It is something I found after reading about the Golden Ratio. I don’t think it matters; what matters is what we can see under the surface.
While at the SMFA I did use underlying geometry as the entry into an artwork. What I have found is that working in that direction is not necessary and the analyses post facto show the same hidden beauties. I no longer start with such artifice. I pick up a piece of large will charcoal, make a rough sketch, and start painting.
A previous body of work really put me out there on the street.
New Yorkers are not known for their reticence; therefore, I found myself interacting often with people while painting. I believe that I live in the most fascinating city in America—I can’t imagine living anywhere else. New York makes me high: this New York where I find there to be a wealth of intelligent people, intelligent conversation, and utter wackos, all of whom offer interaction and entertainment in their own unique way. I have made quite a few oil paintings of that lovely, dirty, gritty New York City full of buttinskis.
If you think about it, being lonely and isolated is a choice—or perhaps a matter of temperament. It’s not in my nature to be solitary and reclusive. The insanity of isolation makes painting an odd career choice for a guy like me. Then again, if being an artist is a career choice, you are fucking doing it wrong . . .
I saw the play RED on Broadway. Incredibly it was real and important theater. This is how Rothko often worked.