I have filled my head with images, almost. Substances evolving, fossilized. Suggested.
“Everything may be expressed with almost nothing at all” –Jean Fautrier
Not difficult to find. More difficult to gaze.
Remember, great pleasure builds.
Canvas – paper – plaster – oils.
Pen swoop, pencil curve, scattered dusts of inks.
Essential layering and beauty, simple mysterious complexities – the female form
To mix the media, the processing, to express and discover the sculpture of painting, the painting of clay, the drawing of oil and etchings in sketch. To flurry the senses.
I hear with my eyes the wail of the hostage
I smell with my fingers the verdancy of fruit
I see with my mouth the movement of women
Conflation. “Original reproductions” – pattern and design redone yet never the same
If ‘everything may be expressed with almost nothing at all,” I have tried. His is substantial suggestion; though relatively small in size, like geometric theorems or graphing physics they structure abyssals and infinities. The body wants to know what lies beneath, or through, out, or in.
Capturing the vibratory stillness of monuments and remembered events – the meditativeness of gazing and time – with the erratics of movement and frenzy of action. Stay stare; move make; know seek.
“Everything may be expressed with almost nothing at all”