Saturday, August 23, 2008

Abstract 18

As promised, here is the other abstract. This one is 18 x 24, mixed media, also. I threw paint around and moved fast and furiously. The movement and shapes emerged, like waves. Then the colors needed more and more until I got the intensity and flourescence I was looking for. I just pushed until I satisfied my sweet tooth.

Again, the photo loses the subtlety of many translucent layers, and the more gradual changes of color. There are yellows and aquas, in particular, that bring the lightest areas to life in the original. Here they are just whited out.

>>>> Appendix de Grenouille #28 <<<< Etienne (what I call Steve when I am most homesick) lets me sit in the ice box with the Grey Poupon. There I can reminisce of fields of bright yellow mutarde, blowing gently in the breeze, and recall the sweet sight of bright red cocquelicot growing on the hillsides. This day there was also a jar of cornichons, the sour little minnow of the pickle world.

Sigh. This part of Caroline is tres jolie, but some days I miss La France.

10 comments:

Randal Graves said...

Cooler sentiments, obviously, since there's more blue - I should be an art critic, muah. ;-) You know when you're experiencing an intense emotion, and there are those little pockets of reprieve that allow you to catch your breath? That's what this piece, in relation to the previous one, seems to convey, a snapshot of that moment.

linda said...

this looks like an ascent, once I blew it up...you are right, I am not seeing all the color ~ aquas for instance, are not there on my computer as clearly and I am assuming much of what I see as pale or white is actually color....so the other one must have more intense color?

taking a photo of a painting is so difficult and then posting it, it loses even more intensity! ~nothing looks like it does in reality so I will use my imagination! I still love it, it looks like a tunnel to the stars or infinity...

poor little grenouille, he is homesick? or hungry? does he often spend time in the "ice box" ?

Steve Emery said...

Randal - I like your metaphor of the emotional reprieve. That works. Today I started a large ridiculously colored watercolor of a toad. It's 19 x 19 and he takes up most of the whole page. Orange, red, yellow. I just got done dripping and flicking paint all over him to start the spots, and get the thing off to a random beginning. I'm letting the splashed paint dry before I get out the acrylic paint bottle and drip and brush as the heart guides. Then I'll take my Prismacolor pencils to it and add more color and texture, more motion... I have no idea where this is going.

Linda - again, many thanks for opening this chapter. I will do more abstracts, because without content it becomes just about the color, paint, movement, the moment... but what I really want is to achieve that same freedom and abandon with content, to let my emotions about things come through the paint. Like your Oaxacan carvings, which seem to exude the artist's affection for the creature. This is going to be fun to do. Thanks, again.

Steve Emery said...

Linda - I almost forgot... Grenouille only spends time in the ice box if the door is left open - he's afraid of the dark. And he'd spend even more time there if we put up some candied flies. He prefers greenbottle flies...

odd chick said...

INstead of a black hole, you have a white intense hole in the middle, that so pushes the color round and round instead of sucking you in... i just had to stare and enjoy and learn.

DCup said...

I'm up at 3am fretting about something and I found this painting to be somewhat hypnotic and very soothing. I tried to see the colors in the center, but I also focused on the spikes of tangerine and magenta coming from the middle swirl.

As for your chilly friend, the Monet reminds me of our garden at the moment with the splashes of red, purple, magenta, orange and gold. Tres jolie.

Distributorcap said...

what do i know about art - hey if andy warhol can become famous from soup, why not mustard

Mathman6293 said...

I like this picture, too. And you have cleared up the question I ask everyone I know,"Do you have any Grey Poupon?"

Randal Graves said...

Not knowing where you're going is a big part of the fun. Or stress, depending on just how stuck you are, heh.

Steve Emery said...

Odd Chick - Thanks. I think the next painting will give everyone something more familiar to enjoy, and I had a lot more fun painting it.

DCup - There's nothing like those reds coming out of the end-of-summer garden...

DCap - (I love that you and DCup posted consecutively, so I can do that...) I know you're not comparing me - and I realized that Andy Warhol isn't a fav of
mine - more like someone who understood how to play the fashion of the moment, and then did it over and over again. Many people think he was brilliant, but it goes by me. To me his stuff lacks heart. Albers does me the same way. I get it - it just doesn't excite me at all. Grey Poupon, on the other hand...

MathMan - I often have Grey Poupon, which is probably why my family doesn't go out to eat more often.

Randal - Right now I am more excited about my painting than I have been in a year or so. I know the next painting will be exciting for me - because I'm really getting in touch with my playful side. So for now, not knowing is fun. I hope I can keep it from becoming stress.