This is the first and the last watercolor of the summer season.
Sadly I didn’t get around to working, much at all, with my favorite medium until this past Labor Day weekend.
But still this little 5×7 piece satisfies all the colorful plans I held onto through my summer daze.
Following up on an earlier post.
DRAWINGS THAT FEEL LIKE SCULPTURES.
Much of the inspiration that I mention in that post carries through to this one.
And here it is as it lives in it’s frame.
My father had a sailboat when I was a kid. I spent a lot of time on the water. Here is my lovely and loving wife Mel on that boat. I think, mostly, my subconscious drew this. It sort of happened without me really knowing what I was up too.
A studio cross section shot.
Plagued by gods, by reason and by insight, Orion lumbers blind through a mystical landscape. Nicolas Poussin’s Blind Orion Searching for the Rising Sun, 1658, invokes the narrative of early man, and is the reference for my own contemplation above. On the verge of cinematic, Poussin’s painting reaches beyond the limitations of the static tools used for it’s creation and projects an insightful thesis on what continues to envelop our human experience, “I am hear but I don’t belong.” I’ve also included here my initial lay-in because it provides foundation and further suggestion to this pre historic motif.
Final state. In frame.
Initial lay in.
Discovering New York City never ends.
Riverside Park is an incredible legacy left for generations to ponder.
On the beach at Jost Van Dyke, Mel relaxes and enjoys our honeymoon. I can remember being there, again, each time I look at this painting. It’s different from taking a photo. When you’re painting, your “here” in a different way. It’s why i love being the painter that I am.
It’s a treasure, this intimate water color, of my dearest treasure, Mel.
Quantity? Quality? I will never get to paint all that I see and feel. Sometimes working on one long painting over time just does not do it. These drawings are done in the moments when the inspiration is revealed.
Presence is a core theme in my work; my presence, the presence of the world around us, and your presence. How much can you give to a painting, bring to a painting? The final piece is you. You are who brings life to a painting. Our job as artists, pass or fail, is to “acquire and delight.” Acquire your attention and delight your senses. Whatever they may be.
Buildings stand statuesque, lit by a western sun, my palm and shades shade
this spectacular point of view, my window.
The north end of Central Park. The skylines simplifies,
the ground swells with the mass of a large sunlit stone.
Tree, sky, building
Riverside Park is beautiful right now. It provides a lovely dense canopy to paint under, interesting and intersecting paths to ponder, as well as planted gardens with Iris and Poppies. These drawings are on the verge of abstraction and feel weighty and sculptural. The first are large violet blossoms guarded by iron fencing, the kind so typical of the Upper West Side. The second, Irises, two stalks, amidst the deep values of nearby plants and flowers.
Below a young guy riding uptown.
My drawing style feels fatigued here, technique almost none.