In the studio, a week of letting the paint dictate the art felt like a long exhale. Wooooooosh. Like this piece, which began with some watery layers on Yupo and then looking for the shapes within the paint. Seeing the floating woman immediately, I smiled. The art, it seems, wants to express my thoughts.
The color palette is swiped from a photograph. The ethereal trees are carved into the paint, painted over with veils of transparent washes, then lightly and loosely (sort of) painted again with a chopstick dipped in titanium white. The hard edged rectangles keep her from becoming unmoored within the painting. She floats, but she won't float away.
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9/6/2021 05:56:28 pm
Oh, those pesky habitual stances! Mine are, of course, at complete odds with this big ol' world of change. So, like you, I'm aiming to make floating my practice. How's that workin' for me, you ask? Stay tuned!
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lola (jen)
9/9/2021 08:08:43 pm
Dotty! I will stay tuned to see how your floating practice is working. Mine is very awkward...like a giraffe learning to leap from one cloud to the next. A lot of missed steps! ha ha!
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