Tuesday, November 23, 2010
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall?”
Emotions have pixilated this image. Some obscured by the weight of the world, some self induced and some just left over paint, all blurring what now we see. Are we impressionist’s?
One begins with primary colors. Those three colors from which all others are formed; the building blocks, the original pixels to any work of art. Their meaning and intensity lie solely within the artist. Use them, lose them, try to cover them but they will forever be the gesso of your soul.
Through our daily journey we experiment with color. With merely the three original pixels we expand the palette. We mix, we add, we rearrange, and we seek our many colors. We grow.
To the art we become a canvas and the artist it be life. People, places, objects and events, all translated color pixels from the artist to the canvas. We are a forever working form of art.
To the canvas depth and light the artist’s adds. Shadows are painted to that which must stand out. To achieve this the artist must exaggerate the foreground; add color one might not wish to see. But, the vivid splash of paint moves your eye to what you did not see.
And so the journey goes, between canvas and artist. Always searching for new color, expanding palettes along the way. It has become a play of depth and light, hiding dimensions unforeseen to me .
I look again in the mirror and still a broken reflection is what I see. Pixels before my eyes are rearranging. Little spots of color are slowly melting together forming one fuzzy composition just looking back at me.
I think I use too much paint. Time to re-gesso and start a new painting.
Take a step back and look what you have created, before you add to much paint like me.