cool mornings
Last week I started at the Atlanta Center for Contemporary Art. My sister is here, and looking for a job. Jim Price passed away during the weekend. The terrain is shifting, and it's not sure certain where the new mountains and oceans will lie, and what will be folded under until next time. At least my studio is now fully funtional.
I can't seem to get started on the next series of larger paintings, although force of habit has already built and stretched the first one. It's ready to be touched but there's just too much going on, with all of this new information bombarding me and the sun beating down all day. I know the figure is becoming more important than an empty environment. I know it's been lonely working on these so solitary things this last year and truth told it's got to me, and the aftermath of invisible tranformative snaps are in the air. I need to get my camera out, although the whole process seems recessed and less acessible, and a new method has yet to become clear. The collages were so attractive for a while, but do not translate as paintings as the frustration of little tiny details distracts from the overall flow of composition. ?Arggh.
I can't seem to get started on the next series of larger paintings, although force of habit has already built and stretched the first one. It's ready to be touched but there's just too much going on, with all of this new information bombarding me and the sun beating down all day. I know the figure is becoming more important than an empty environment. I know it's been lonely working on these so solitary things this last year and truth told it's got to me, and the aftermath of invisible tranformative snaps are in the air. I need to get my camera out, although the whole process seems recessed and less acessible, and a new method has yet to become clear. The collages were so attractive for a while, but do not translate as paintings as the frustration of little tiny details distracts from the overall flow of composition. ?Arggh.
ephemralogica con't
look tom, the sky is full of moving bodies!.
all are 22x30in/56x76cm
collage on lazer inkjet print
one day last fall my pops (master scavenger) called me up to share a find. his friend, who manages a recycling center, had gotten an entire warehouse full of books destined to be destroyed due to out-of-print dates. imagine, trashing boxes and boxes of glossy print books simply because they are no longer being sold at profit. i mean boxes the size of cars full of dusty new books ranging from the adkins diet to the cunt coloring book. seriously. so we raided the warehouse and i've been cutting them up for these "distraction" collages (between paintings/when too tired to stand and paint) ever since. they accompany the ephemralogica book i made last year, some of which can be seen on the ephemralogica page.
the paper lazer print-outs are from a man whose name i can not remember. we were working together in the UTK print studio sometime during the spring of 2006 and he was about to throw them out.
so in essence these prints are made completely of salvage. which is nice cause those damn paintings cost a fortune to make.
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