Author: wjacobr

Visual artist, poet, novelist, activist & Street Medic, living in North. Penn Name: Jacob Russell My blog is a confluence of art, writing, politics. my Art portfolio: Art-by-Willard.com

#409 – with color inversion

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#409 001

20×16 Acrylic on wood laminate
Something not right with that orange. While chromatically brighter, it appears darker, when everything else become lighter in tone toward the center.

Now look at a color inversion in Picasso. Wow! I should have stared at it in bright light, then painted what I saw when I closed my eyes! I don’t know if it’s a distortion of the digital image, or an optical effect in the painting that makes the orange darker in tone. That can happen, colors aren’t true to themselves, but are altered by the colors around them–in both chroma, and tonality–but the orange in the inversion (now blue), is no longer darker, but lighter.

Now I want to use the color array of the inversion!

#409 color inversion

#408

#408 bark 001

22×10″ Acrylic on canvas
The relatively small size afforded me the opportunity to work out some ideas/techniques–thinking how I like both detail, and where, stepping back, the details merge into a broader design–become simply, elements of texture, which in turn, effects how light traverses the surface. Or reversing the order–I enjoy being able to approach an image, and find that as my eyes focus, closing in, I discover that richness of detail emerge as its own element. I like that two left clicks lets one see the detail–the close up–of these photos. Again–a dialog I’ve been carrying on between my canvases, and the intimate crowquils pen, ink and watercoler pieces.

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Summoning up the Year.

I looked over the art I’ve posted on my blog.  GALLERY HERE.“>

…. and think… not all that bad. Even, ya know… I’m kinda impressed, by the range and variety. And then the anxiety sets in. What have you done today? And what does any of it mean? You make such a passionate fucking BIG DEAL about making this shit… and so what? I mean.. SO WHAT?
Those are my voices.

I talk to them… and they, mostly… talk to me. So I have to say… I think it was not such a bad year… so shut the fuck up, and let me get some sleep!
Fat chance.
They will wake three times before the night is over, and tell me how it’s all for nothing. That I’m deluding myself, for the sake of a few seconds of feeling good about what I’m doing. And they… it… whatever… will be sure to set me right several times before dawn.

But I’ll get up. And go on. Do you have voices like that? Do you have to deal that shit?