Wednesday, May 22, 2013
8x10 pastel. At this size and with slightly textured paper, pastel doesn't have the crispness of oil, so one has to accept generalization and simplicity. But it's hard to do. Generalize and simplify, that is. It feels like drawing with your thumb on a postage stamp.
An 8x10 pastel of the corner of Nevins and President in Brooklyn.
Recently, I came across a video artist, Peter Campus, who has done some landscapes! I find them beautiful. They are videos, but not much happens in terms of time. The composition, the colors, the deliberate grittiness, and the abstraction, are all appealing.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
This drawing is from a series that I did in the 1980s. I am reframing them, so it's an opportunity to photograph them. There will be a few more. My house back then had flood lamps at different corners. I would turn one or more on at night, and draw. Sometimes I stood on a stepladder for a different perspective.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
A 9x12 oil of the view looking up Carroll Street in the direction of Fifth Avenue, Brooklyn. When I look at this site on Google Maps, the plywood fence is different, unpainted. Google Maps makes me realize that the Brooklyn streets change often in appearance.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
The car and the building, both stationary, appear to be going in opposite directions despite being located at Bond and Union in Brooklyn. 9x12 oil.
I am determined to read the entire A la recherche du temps perdu by Proust. I did not finish the last time. There's a passage in Swann's Way that has always impressed me, besides the 'madeleine' event. While on the Guermantes Way, 'Marcel' says: "...without definite attachment to anything, suddenly a roof, a gleam of sunlight reflected from a stone, the smell of the road would make me stop still, to enjoy the special pleasure that each of them gave me, and also because they appeared to be concealing, beneath what my eyes could see, something which they invited me to approach and seize from them, but which, despite all my efforts, I never managed to discover. As I felt that the mysterious object was to be found in them, I would stand there in front of them, motionless, gazing, breathing, endeavouring to penetrate with my mind beyond the thing seen or smelt. And if I had then to hasten after my grandfather, to proceed on my way, I would still seek to recover my sense of them by closing my eyes; I would concentrate upon recalling exactly the line of the roof, the colour of the stone, which, without my being able to understand why, had seemed to me to be teeming, ready to open, to yield up to me the secret treasure of which they were themselves no more than the outer coverings."
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Another 9x12 charcoal and pastel drawing. A little abstract. The mountain with the violin curve is really like that. Glacier contoured. The barns are old too, but on the human lifetime range of old. The grass is a reoccurring new appearance.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
I had this dream that if a bear came after me, I would climb this ladder, but then every rung would break. I just had to be fast enough to get to the next rung before it broke. Yikes! Anyway, a 9x12 charcoal and pastel drawing of the north side of the Kline barn.