I’m on an island in south Florida engaged in a solo show at my gallery. The jet-set residents have threatened to harpoon my vehicle if I disclose the islands location. So, I’ve left it up to the gallery to get word to the outside word. All I can say is there is a goat involved.
Barbara and her husband the hippie, (we swap stories, from the years we can remember) have done an excellent job and a number of my egg tempera paintings have found good homes. I’ve met some wonderful people, and it’s so nice to match collector’s faces with paintings. It always amazes me how a painting and people find each other.
An original painting is a rare thing, a one of a kind, not another exists precisely like it in the world. And it begins from nothing but a blank panel, and an idea.
Each painting I do begins with an idea, or an elusive, intangible sense that the seed of a painting exists in the subject that I’m drawn too. Michelangelo said something like the figure is already in the stone waiting to be released. With painting too, I believe that when I come upon a particular thing, I’m quite certain beauty is waiting to be painted. And I can’t wait to see how she will materialize.
Egg tempera paintings require time and tenacity to see them through to completion. Their creative journey may take months or years. Beginning with the initial concept, then numerous drawings and studies, making and mixing paint, and layering colors and tones in dozens or hundreds of thin translucent layers to finish. All the while in passionate pursuit of an idea, an effort to crystallize an abstract thought or feeling.
Flying on faith, the artists goes it alone, risking it all. For me, I’m seeking a thing higher than I am. From heart to heaven, I try to dissolve in the process. To take the things here on earth into the sublime. A grain of sand or a goat on an island, the seeds of beauty and truth abound in the essence.
Meanwhile, back to the gallery. The goat is gone, and the show closes next week. If you’d like to see the paintings, email me, and though the locals threaten to pull up the drawbridge next time I visit. I’ll tell you the location.