Showing posts with label Art work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art work. Show all posts

11 January 2008

Training Wheels



Where to begin?

First things first. I painted a thank you gift for my friend, Tom, who loaned me his truck for three months. He's a white water rafting nut so I painted a white water rafter in the throes of white water. It was the least I could do. If you squint, you can almost make it out.

I had not painted but a few things in over a year. After my last Age of Flowers piece, I packed up my Charlottesville house and studio and made the move to Nashville where there was unpacking, adjustment, orientation and small repairs and improvements. Then, suddenly, I was designing and building the studio. That was my art project of the year.

Now, here I was at my drawing table in my new studio and I had no notion of what I would work on. A Swedish songwriter friend came over to visit and, after taking it all in, said, "Well, this is quite a commitment." Indeed! Inspired or not, it was time to get to work.

So I picked up where I left off, with flowers.



But that no longer felt genuine or interesting or satisfying. So I made some copies — always a good exercise — Carel Fabritus, David, Kandinsky.



I joined a local plein air group but that wasn't what I was after.

Eventually, through trial and error, turning in many circles and throwing a lot of work away, I found my way to the beginnings of Landscape into Art.

21 October 2007

Prologue




















Everything lasts just a little while
the blink of an eye, the length of a smile
all things come and all things go
some more quickly and some more slow

Fire burns up and water pours down
cold contracts, the wind blows around
earthquakes shake the entire ground
buildings go up and buildings fall down

So we begin
begin again

Big ideas and detailed plans
faith and cash in heart and hand
wood and metal and glass and slate
glue and plaster, paper and paint

Raise the roof, hammer in nails
wash it up clean with water from a pail
make it last for a hundred years
we'll be gone but someone will be here

Build it for good
build it for good

Protection from the rain
the crowd, the unknown
a root to heal the pain
just a place to go

Empty yet, the rooms are filled
with something waiting, latent still
the soul of a building, the power of a place
style expressed through light and grace

It's simple, really, a common need
origin, refuge, source, retreat
comfort and love at the end of a day

May everyone have a home someday

Shelter for All from Ephemera
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