When I created this painting – it had been a while since I created a black and white painting – I thought it was a little unfinished. I named it Life in the City to reflect that the city colors are not nature colors, and there is more anger as a result of this, I feel. Although this was created a month ago, it is poignant today.
This is on one of the panels I cut when at my friend John Weidenhamer’s place (he has a great workshop) from some upcycled kitchen panels.
This painting was done in a different way than the majority of my mixed media pieces. Although I had the two (yes, just two) pieces leftover from a cut, it was enough. Then I cut the panel specifically to fit the art I was going to make (usually the panel is a separate inspiration), and then I painted the underlying acrylic first – to work with the clouds cut-out before I put the watercolor part on. Then the poetry.
It’s easier to figure out what it looks like when you can see it on a wall.
Pretty apropos of the current situation.
I have been hoarding artwork, not putting up ‘newer work’ posts because I’ve been keeping so many of the newer paintings for competition. All those competitions are now postponed, except for the 55+ show where everyone’s work is now trapped inside the gallery for the duration. And all art fairs cancelled through at least mid May. I also read this morning that the coronavirus can only live on cardboard for 1 day and plastic for 3, which means even if I were to be infected (I do not believe I am), I can still ship artwork and it is safe! So, I might as well let you know what is available.
Here’s another sonnet inspired by the work of my peers – Pete – another artist I know from art fairs in Southern California, creates kaliedoscopes.
They might be colored or quite plain outside;
all understate the beauty that’s within,
the most amazing starburst hid inside –
just put it to your eye and you begin
to see the fireworks bursting on your eyes,
riot of twinkles emphasized by sun
or lamp or kitchen light – always surprise
and never the same, but guaranteed, it’s fun.
Much better than taking some kind of bad drug –
and good for kids! No age limit to awe
of sparkles, vibrant dance of shapes, the tug
of gravity on confetti’s what you saw.
When stress is high and you don’t think you can cope,
sit down and pick up your kaleidoscope.