Color Paintings
In my heart I am a painter. It’s what I come back to, it’s the thing that’s there when I need it. Painting is my art in action, it's doing, creating and responding, editing, push and pull, overlaying and organizing. My paintings are reflections of the space and environment around me: the colors, the lines and shapes.
I think of my paintings as objects, not precious but as tough, as being able to hold as much as I can give. They can be stepped on, schlepped, stacked, scraped, scratched, whatever needs to happen. House paint and tough surfaces: thick cotton paper, plywood and masonite, have allowed for this. I started painting with house paint at the end of college. I had previously focused on watercolor but I needed layers, process, material and weight, something that went against the nature of watercolor. House paint allowed for this and the limited palette was chosen originally from my water-color palette, with the addition of colors like pink and turquoise, colors that contrasted strongly with the natural bent of water color pigments.
In my painting I move a lot. I change the music. I step back to get a soft focus. I step out of the room a moment. I take the work out to look at it under the sunshine. I tip it, watching the paint drip downwards, and more. In this process I consider and I try to make sense of color and form. The sensibilities of my paintings have changed as I have changed and the things around me have changed. My color selection has broadened to include more nuance, and my lines have changed to include more organic forms and swaths of uninterrupted color.
As I’ve gotten older I feel more comfortable with the unexplainable, the thing I can not tell you all about, the thing I am okay just doing and feeling whole in the doing. This is what painting is for me, it’s a deep breath, it’s a mess, it’s order & disorder, it’s beauty, it’s metered ugliness, it’s control and it’s letting go all in one.
I think of my paintings as objects, not precious but as tough, as being able to hold as much as I can give. They can be stepped on, schlepped, stacked, scraped, scratched, whatever needs to happen. House paint and tough surfaces: thick cotton paper, plywood and masonite, have allowed for this. I started painting with house paint at the end of college. I had previously focused on watercolor but I needed layers, process, material and weight, something that went against the nature of watercolor. House paint allowed for this and the limited palette was chosen originally from my water-color palette, with the addition of colors like pink and turquoise, colors that contrasted strongly with the natural bent of water color pigments.
In my painting I move a lot. I change the music. I step back to get a soft focus. I step out of the room a moment. I take the work out to look at it under the sunshine. I tip it, watching the paint drip downwards, and more. In this process I consider and I try to make sense of color and form. The sensibilities of my paintings have changed as I have changed and the things around me have changed. My color selection has broadened to include more nuance, and my lines have changed to include more organic forms and swaths of uninterrupted color.
As I’ve gotten older I feel more comfortable with the unexplainable, the thing I can not tell you all about, the thing I am okay just doing and feeling whole in the doing. This is what painting is for me, it’s a deep breath, it’s a mess, it’s order & disorder, it’s beauty, it’s metered ugliness, it’s control and it’s letting go all in one.
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