Memory

Memory

11″ x 8.5″ image on 13″ x 19″ archival matte paper.

The memory is of childhood in the Netherlands. Though it may well be a false memory, perhaps buildt on pictures from the Netherlands.

Drumbeat

Drumbeat

11″ x 8.5″ image on 13″ x 19″ archival matte paper.

This one, the last few and the some of the next beg to be done large in oil. Sketches indeed!

The Journey

The Journey

11″ x 8.5″ image on 13″ x 19″ archival matte paper.

I read that Piet Mondrian, best known for his stark abstracts also painted flowers. They were never shown together. It would look good to see a small selection of my sketches, unified in style, printed out and framed.

In Eric Maisel’s A Writer’s San Francisco here (p.117) he is talking about some writers who have too many ideas:

Each wanted to make a something like a tapestry, only not a tapestry, or something like a book, only not a book, or something like pure process, whatever that might mean, or something like a gallery show, or an eventor a performance or… I knew what they were saying, I have a soul, and it is bursting.” I had to tell them both “You must choose.”

I’ll choose a style & a real media to work in later this year, I am looking forward to it, it might be oils on large boards with pallet pallet knife. First I will get to the 1000 sketches, focus, complete a project that still seems highly worthwhile, a necessary preliminary.

Amid the chaos I have been choosing. One way to see something more unified is to look at categories. Try Dreams for instance. I have a small set that includes this Journey sketch. I am calling it InsideOut , they express inner energy, and they are mostly digital oil. What do you think?

InsideOut Slideshow

What do you chose? Which ones hang together in your gallery? I’d be interested to hear. To browse older sketches you can use the thumbnails.

Smudge

Smudge

11″ x 8.5″ image on 13″ x 19″ archival matte paper.

This one, like the next and the few before were all done while I was feeling moody. Look at this photo. A moody me, 1947, I must have been not quite 3 – sixty years ago!

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