I was surprised to see that it’s been three months since I posted here. Three fascinating months, I should add, with more art than writing.
My apologies for leaving on such short notice, but I’m back… and I have a few pieces of work to show for my absence.
I’ve been experimenting with a lot of things and it’s a great ride, so far. One of them, the piece above, came at me out of the blue. I’m still trying to sort out what happened here and who actually did this painting. It doesn’t feel like me or look like me but it fascinates me in a way none of my other pieces has even come close to doing.
I like several things I’ve done – trying to be objective and not just “in love” with my own work. I know what’s working and what’s not, but with this painting, it’s different. It’s nothing like what I started out to do, and I find myself wanting to ask it questions, discuss important issues with it, argue with it, get its biography in writing.
In an odd way, I find myself pulled to it as if somebody else really did paint it. But that can’t be. I was there.
For the record, I was looking at a Frank Lloyd Wright drawing because I liked the colors. That’s where I started. And then all hell broke loose.
I don’t call it “Deconstructing Frank Lloyd Wright” for nothing. My apologies to the master.