34×23 Oil on Canvas. No Way Out 4 U
35×28 Oil on Canvas. Additional work since the previoius post.
How to classify my work isn’t a major concern… but I do wonder what one would call these pieces–the oil painting since #1223–not quite surrealism. I suppose, “abstract” is good enough.
From Wallace Stevens, Tea in the Palaz of Hoon.
9×12 Watercolor, Pen and Ink. This is from 2016, but didn’t have a photo.
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Matted, framed with glass.
36×24 Oil on Canvas. Not satisfied with this before, but can live with this. Not happy that it reverts back to what I was doing 3 years ago… but …
36×24″ Oil on canvas
This one was a struggle. —
34×25″ Oil on canvas
30×24 oil on canvas … almost finished with this.
I struggled with this painting… I didn’t like it, felt trapped by it as soon as I began with the oil. If it had been acrylic, I would have taken a roller and gessoed over it; it was either, save it, or lose the canvas. I was upset, because I wanted to do something figurative, something that felt like it belonged with the 6 or 7 I’ve done since December. But now it works. Not how I wanted. But it feels right. It belongs.
I went to the memorial for Consuewella Africa and rally for Mumia. There was a video. I see my face in the mirror, but I haven’t seen an image of the rest of what’s happened to me in a long time. There was this… person. Myself… in a stranger’s body. It feels connected.
Painting. And this other thing. When I’m at the easel, my back hurts. My leg and hip hurt–but it’s me there, painting. The space I occupy–that I still occupy… is shrinking. This is what I’ve been feeling, even before I saw that video. Now I understand … sort of… what it is. Making a piece of art, I still am there. Real. Anything else… anywhere else… I lose myself… in this strange body. The one I saw in that video. Every new piece of art… is a repository. Leaving myself behind. These are–what I’ve been moving toward. I don’t know whether these pieces are better or worse than any I’ve done before. But they’re from … who…what … I was. I look at them, and I see myself from within.
34×25″ Oil on canvas. This has since been reworked. –> https://jacobrussellsmagicnames.com/2021/07/05/1214-2/