Wednesday, January 4, 2017
In 1987 the world was an anxious place for me. I was only 35 at the time, and working through many personal issues as well as dealing with the larger concerns of my world. At that time we had been living on the Zuni Indian Reservation for four years(we stayed for eight), and was I becoming familiar with their customs of masked dancers: a figure inside a figure, something that I was completely fascinated with(and still am). When I look at this painting now, 30 years later, I see a love of the painted surface, and a struggle to define a complex personal view through a single figure.
* Woman with Yellow Arms is going to be included an exhibition at the Tucson Museum of Art called "Body Language: Figuration in Modern and Contemporary Art"(Feb 25-July 9, 2017).
Sunday, December 25, 2016
|Marcel Duchamp Nude Descending a Staircase(2) 1912|
|Gerhard Richter Woman Descending a Staircase 1965|
|Edward Muybridge Study, Woman descending a staircase 1887|
What rattles around in an artist's brain? When I did "Woman Descending a Staircase" I had a vague memory of Duchamp's Nude Descending a Staircase, not an image that particularly resonated with me, but one that I knew from my art history. In my mind, I was doing the Holly Roberts version of Duchamp's masterpiece. Come to find out that I was not the only one, and that Duchamp was probably using Muybridge's wonderful study from 1887 as inspiration for his controversial and naughty piece. Good company indeed!
Sunday, December 11, 2016
When my young neighbor posed for me I saw a beautiful young girl, marking herself as different with her radical haircut, the height of punk fashion. I had no idea of what was to come when I did this painting, but now, I'm stuck by it's prescience, it's accurate portrayal of what was going on, both inside and out.
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
In 1998, when I made "Black Dog Running", I had a large, very nice darkroom here in my studio. I am a barely competent darkroom photographer, not anyone you would turn over your most precious BW negatives to. When I made a print, I usually only made one. Unlike most photographers, I was generally happy with what I had on the paper, having been only too delighted in the magic of the image coming up in the developer, and not being overly concerned with exposure or dust spots or flaws in the photo. With "Black Dog Running" I made a small, 5"x 7" print from a photo of one of our dogs, and then adhered the print onto a panel, sealed it with polymer, then painted over it with oil paints. I usually finished the painting part in a day since I really only liked painting wet into wet. I worked this way for almost 25 years.
Now, almost 20 years later, I have developed into another animal. I no longer have my analog darkroom, but instead have a digital one. Two monitors, a large Epson printer, two scanners and a lightbox are what fill the room now. I take my photographs with a digital camera(although in the case of "Dog Running" I scanned an older BW negative), and then alter them in Photoshop. It's only in the last few years that I have achieved any kind of skill with Photoshop, and that's after having had it on my computer since 2004. When I print out an image now I make lots and lots of that image--dark, light, big small, reversed, inverted, etc. In this case there is an underneath image of the dog that got covered over with acrylic paint, and then another transferred on top of it. The image took me about three-four months to complete. In comparing the two, I am struck by how similar the two images are, even though they are separated by 18 years and two completely different ways of working.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
This is from a workshop I gave in 2008 at Anderson Ranch in Colorado. It was, as most of my workshops are, a ton of fun. The students all decided that they wanted to write down what I said(over and over and over) for future reference, so they came up with this list, kind of a cheat sheet for when I wasn't around and and they needed to bring my voice back into their art making realities. Here is what they came up with:
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Now I'm faced with the 39 panels, pretending to lie quietly, complacently. But I know that once I start painting, they will take on a life of their own and I will be but a servant, a slave to their whims, demanding that they will be what they want to be. And, as finished paintings, they will insist that I find the perfect mates for them--bits of photos, collaged paper, more paint, transferred images, plain and extraordinary papers(the list goes on and on)-- that will make them whole and complete. It's terrifying. The responsibility, the pressure--what have I done?
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Since the spring, I have been working with my older black and white photographs, trying to make strong images that have something more to them than just putting a transparent photo onto a painted ground. It's been difficult, not just because of technical problems, but because I'm not sure how to see these images. They are new to me, quieter and more minimal than my older pieces, truer to the photograph than ever before.