Next spot was a group studio. I stiil had mega loads of space to work AND my friend Greg was there. In real life he’s a ceramic artist not a painter but in Dream World last night, he was a fellow scribbler. Back when he and I were at the same hive of clay artists, our studios were just a few doors apart. Of all the folks in this big collective, I felt, artistically, most in tune with him.
Did I actually paint in this dream or was it just all about being stunned and thrilled with the amount of space? I did but I was just putting in the background elements. Like a flower in a pot done in a free childlike manner. Sorta like the doodles on my kitchen walls. So then, the dream didn’t give me fresh art ideas. But wait…maybe it did! I think it’s time to doodle on some new walls.
What about on canvas?Something I’ve discovered of late – I’m enjoyng the fuck outta throwing down the background colors. So much so that I'm sorta reluctant to put the intended image on top.
Now then, WAY back in my college art major days, I suspected (heavily) that one day I’d morph into an abstract expressionist/color field-ist. Rothko and Frankenthaler just really slayed me. Why didn't I go that way back then? Egon Scheile, Gustav Klimt, Oskar Kokoshka, Jim Innes and, of course, Kevin Scott.
The actual shift may have now begun. Have I said (visually) all I have to say, using the human form as my “language.” Fuck no but maybe it’s time for a break. Maybe it’s time to just revel in the beauty of color and brushstroke.
//shrugs// who knows?
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