
the inspiration: Cinque Terre
Stop! Dimentica, Oil on Canvas, 2009
my latest work - finally finished.
though odd, I paint like I read: a novel that's thought-provoking and serious, like Gladwell's Blink, is followed by the most indulgent fiction I can find - i.e. Twilight. In the same sense, a contrived, poignant work is succeeded by it's antithesis: something airy, bright, and seemingly devoid of depth. The former's essence, the emotional background, creates the beauty; it's the exposure, the underlying vulnerability, that is the art. However, it is the latter's technique -- the strokes, the color combinations, the vibrant patterns -- that form the art.
art = the why vs. the how; the planned vs. the spontaneous; the deep vs. the shallow
One may not probe to uncover what this piece of mine signifies as there is little ambiguity. I've replaced secrecy with honesty, for, unlike many of my works, this landscape is a landscape in the purest form. Without a story, nothing is clandestine; tragic romances don't linger under the guise of fair maidens and guardian angels in this scene. Rather, the natural mood of the setting is created by
how it is painted - not what it is about.
...and I need both forms of expression: the direct & the elusive. one mode grants me serenity, allowing me to focus on the actual piece, clearing my head of its intangible congestion. The other brings me closure - I twist the feelings I've suppressed into fanciful narratives as revealing as diary entries; once they're on the canvas I'm in control. the drama, though relived, becomes less of a reality and more of a fantasy - a work of fiction. one cannot stay so attached to a story. and that, in essence, is how i let go and start over.
despite the
differences in motives, i actually
am always thinking about how i feel --there always
is meaning behind my work. the difference is that sometimes I
intend to be thinking and other times i do
not. but whether
i'm exploring the theories of
Nassim Taleb or merely learning the rules of
Quidditch, my thoughts are there. waiting. withheld but disclosed; hidden but shared; locked up but set free.