Bolted to DC for two days; Hirshhorn, Yves Klein, blue girls in black in white. Flat fields, objects, moonscapes – all in that vibrant vibrating blue that seems to absorb sound and light alike. A self made monograph of color field paintings cut out of commercial paint chips. Blowtorches and firemen, Yves Klein always in a suit.
Omnibus
No Secret
No Secret…
Someone once told me that every artist should have a secret body of work that they never show.
Infra-ordinary and invariables
“How can we speak of these “common things”, how rather, can we stalk them, how can we flush them out, rescue them from the mire in which they remain stuck, how can we give them a meaning, a tongue, so that they are at last able to speak of the way things are, the way we are?”
Osservanza
Walking along a dirt road how many pebbles would you pick up before you found a second to match the first?
Lies
Painting and dreams overlap in their ability to tell us not only convincing truths, but in their ability to tell us equally convincing lies.
Morandi
Morandi’s switch from the clean opacity of Surrealism to his subsequent translucent and illusive impressions speaks to me about the inconstancy of time and ones own changing sense of it.
Postcard from Venice
I had meant to write. I have a whole stack of postcards – even a pack I bought at a church that had obviously been taken in the early 1950’s – full of strong jawed gondoliers assertively clutching their oars and gazing over the Grand Canal like the early explorers must have looked out over the Grand Canyon…
San Michele
San Michele at closing time. Row upon row. Modernist architecture mixes with the Baroque. A voice that reminds me of Fahrenheit 451/ 1984 announces in many languages that it is the closing hour. But before that the bells ring the hour, echoing over the water. The perpetual fountains stop their flowing by the same clock.
Water and Voices
Water echoes like a bell in languages I do not understand, I stand on the dock at San Michele while full Vaporettos pass one after the other.
Francis Bacon
Francis Bacon at the Met Hockney says time and space can’t exist well together in the same 2D surface – how does that relate to Francis Bacon’s works? Does Bacon’s flattening-out equal the inclusion of time as a formal element? Or is time merely implied conceptually through the literal device of multiplication or blurring in …