Friday, June 29, 2012

Stephanie Pierce

I found this artist a few days ago  and was really moved by much of her work. Her artist statement is also one that I found  to be, for the most part, honest and deliberate. Please check out Stephanie Pierce's website here.

I guess what I am so drawn to, and in a way envious of, is the plainness of her subject matter, and how she brings it to life. She paints her bed over and over again. She plays with light effects, and one gets a sense of things ever so shifting throughout the process of the painting. I have this image of her chasing colors and shapes the entire time, allowing changes to happen at all points of her painting.

I guess I'm really interested in these ideas. I've been exploring the sense of namelessness in a painting, of openness and shifting. Sometimes, it seems to me, allowing for those shifts in the day-to-day is more real than trying to pin a subject down.
 I guess there's a life lesson in that as well.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Painting is not a sofa.

Today I looked up interviews with Alex Kanevsky. I'll say it once, I'll say it again, I love this guy.
One of his interview questions was centered around comfort. Hence the title of this post.

So... I painted this piece a little over 3 weeks ago.  As much as I may have had some fun in the actual technique of this painting, it was definitely NOT A SOFA. It was very uncomfortable to create. Strange, since I think the image is actually pretty mellow.

I guess there was a life lesson in this painting for me (isn't there always when we are looking for it??). As I started, I relied on all the things I know about painting, and even all my little bad habits. Draw lines around things when you are uncomfortable (life lesson: separate yourself and think you are different when you are uncomfortable), make sure everything is clear and drawn properly (life lesson: try to explain everything), and my favorite, make sure you do something that will sell (life lesson: mae sure people like you).


So I started, and realized just how boring I really can be. I mean really? Lines around everything?? Everything as clear as daylight?? Geez. I try desperately hard not to be such a stickler in my life, so why the hell do I paint that way sometimes? Maybe it is the ever-present "hippie within", but I really believe that there is a lot of beauty in the untold. (not a new thought).

 So there.

I decided to paint just that.

Painting the sleeve of Maria's arm kind of put me in a frenzy. You see, I'm a very nervous little animal, and breaking away from what I know can send me into severe anxiety at times. Oh you laugh. But try it.  And so I smeared and repainted and repainted and smeared and wiped that poor dear girls' sleeve. And finally I just decided to be blind to it all, to love it for whatever it was,  in a way, and what you see is what you get.

So, Interestingly enough, I decided to play this little game in my life (surprise). What happens when you do not define, when you simply smear your preconceptions of how things are?

As my dearest friend and companion told me, " The more grateful I am, the more surprised and happy I am".

Painting is not a sofa, and neither is life. It's not meant to be comfortable all the time, but it sure is interesting.

Another quote I love by Alex Kanevsky was this:

"If I give (my paintings) the opportunity to get out of control, my work becomes a form of dialogue rather than a mere exercise in imposing my will on them. "

 Gratefulness is a way of letting things get out of control, in some respects. You don't think of the outcome, you are just humbled by what is there. Anything further is extra. Imposing your will on everything is a monologue, a dead-end.

Hmm. Food for thought.