Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Monday, December 16, 2013
Choreography
After seeing George Ballanchine's Nutcracker, I found myself in first position considering the sweeping ellipses of a beloved sculptor and wishing I could move in time among them-- My feet, legs, arms an extension of their steel.
While I intend to explore dance within my studio walls, there are steps outside that I am daring myself to take. The structure, discipline, and design of life drawing leads me inside The League's warm studios of midtown. While my canvases dot themselves with spaces, angles and dialogue, I will return home to pencil and charcoal if only to strengthen, or somehow locate, the aesthetic within my paintings.
This homeward journey is inspired by an ongoing fascination with the Boston School and their absolute mastery in capturing light.
Would, if I could, fit their paints inside my studio, and brighten my own days and palettes.
John Singer Sargent
Portrait of Carolus-Duran, 1879.
Oil on canvas.
116.8 x 96 cm
Acquired by Sterling and Francine Clark, 1920, 1955.14.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Do I Dare?
Saw a friend so dear, I saw myself.
She let me hold her hand.
She never lets me hold her hand.
She let me hold her hand.
She never lets me hold her hand.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Hallow
Ghosts.
They have sauntered, one by one by one, beneath the sheer curtain of memory into corners of recent thought.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
post-Partum
Lost in what hangs limp on my bones. Thoughts for one.
Dead, dangling, and I digress.
Gave myself over to a number and now that is what I am.
Nino in Portugal warned about living in competition, comparison. It is a clear barbed net that rips at you as you near it ; to surmount has been precluded by stepping under a skyless landscape.
Fußgänger
Pedestrians
1963
Oil on canvas
Gerhard Richter
Sunday, August 25, 2013
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