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#476 Something Left Was Red

17″x 14″ Mixed Media: Charcoal, Ink, Acrylic, Collage on Bristol Paper. This makes the 4th in this series. I like the sense of depth I get from the multiple layers. Laying down areas of charcoal, rubbing over to blur the lines, create gray areas, than dark lines on top of that, repeating, than brushing in white acrylic. In the 3rd piece, (#475) I tore up a photo of women factory workers from early in the 20th Century, glued them to the sheet of paper, and worked around and over them. The curled edges added greatly to that sense of depth. In the piece below, I glued on some pieces of a water color that I thought had failed, but it didn’t work. I had to cover almost all of it over, leaving just a hint of color. I added some red to draw attention to it and give the piece a focal point.
I have 11 more sheets of paper in that pad. I don’t know that I’ll end up with 15 of them, but I’ll keep working along these lines until I feel like I’m repeating myself… as long as I can keep them evolving. They make a strong impression, lined up together on the wall.

The titles are just words I find running through my head as I’m working.

#476 Some Left is Red

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Knowing the history of art, empowers, and utterly corrupts us

Not that making art matters in this world… but I look at what I’ve done… and wonder: (the voice of my interlocutor/accuser.. the one who knows oh so much about “ART”, and how it’s valued… and disvalued) … so where is your signature? I see everything from street trash, to fine pen drawings… how is anyone to recognize you in this? Where you are? What you are doing?”
I got no idea. Is that something I should be thinking about–since I’ve no interest in “branding” my work? Is that a failure?.. that I’m too ADD, jumping from one thing to another?.. .no commitment to discipling myself to a set of recognizable ‘constraints?’
If I could only be, really, truly.. an outsider artist. But I’m not. I mean, I am.. but I’m not. I’ve been corrupted, ineradicable corrupted by my education, my training. Infected with an impossible desire to both be recognized for what I do.. within the tradition.. and for my refusal to enter the branding games of the galleries and gatekeepers of that same, exclusive and excluding tradition.
Neither this nor that. I have no place… in any place that has a name.

#469 Advanced Doodle

#469 Advanced Doodle #1

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12″x 9″ Ink & watercolor on Borden & Riley #234 Paper. I’ve been thinking I’d like to do something like this–on larger sheets of paper, maybe 40″x 36,” fine pen, with some bolder brush work as well, adjusting to the size. But a lot of fine detail… lend itself to both close and more distant viewing. Would want to mount the paper on some heavy stock, or wood. Do a series of “large doodles.”

 

#464

Pretty stuff I post (art), gets some likes–some of it, a lot. The work I’m most happy with… not so much. Fuck that. It’s not a popularity poll. Maybe the eyes I see the world through are better than yours!
#46424.5×24.5″

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Acrylic on broken plywood