A few quotes

A painting is never finished – it simply stops in interesting places.

Paul Gardner

A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.

Michelangelo

All material in nature, the mountains and the streams and the air and we, are made of Light which has been spent; and this crumpled matter called material casts a shadow, and the shadow belongs to Light.

Louis Kahn

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Work Group 1 (2008)

The six panels which comprise Work Group 1 were installed at inde/jacobs gallery in Marfa in October 2008.

The subjects of my paintings are color and perception. The six panels of Work Group1 (2008) continue my investigation into subtle differences of light and color (color being a quality of light) through the use of multiples.

The work is divided into three diptychs. Each diptych’s final color is the same, only the underpainting differs. The final colors were applied thinly and loosely using transparent or semi-transparent colors. This causes the top color to mix with the color underneath in the viewer’s perception, subtly altering the perceived hue. The color perceived does not actually exist on the surface of the painting.

Another result of working loosely is that the sufrace color appears flat at a distance, yet closer is actually many colors which distance blurs.

Installation View

Installation View

Installation view

Installation view

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Color!

Wow…this is so cool:

Idee Multicolr Search Lab Flickr Set

Thanks for turning me onto this, Canton.

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Peace Returns to Our Hamlet

Another Chinati weekend is now passed. The visitors have left and, once again, it’s quiet here in Marfa.

Compared with last year’s open house, this weekend was blessedly not a circus: the puberty patrol was abated (no free Sonic Youth concert) nor did we see parasitic galleries sprouting in every available empty space to sell dubious wares.

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All I want to do

is to sit in my backyard with Zack and look at the sky. Why wasn’t I born to a wealthy family?

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