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One of the first responsibilities of a painter is to discover the language that describes what he knows as truth. It is a personal language with symbols that are expressed in each brush stroke. The truer the vocabulary the more readable the image, t... more
|Artist Statement:||One of the first responsibilities of a painter is to discover the language that describes what he knows as truth. It is a personal language with symbols that are expressed in each brush stroke. The truer the vocabulary the more readable the image, the more the image resonates with the hearts of others.
These paintings are a by-product of a conversation. One I begun after finding a collection of photos I had taken when I was 15 or 16 with a small 110 m camera. The prints are grainy and small. Looking at these images I began an examination of my childhood through a lens coated with the dust of years.
How quickly we race back to moments, a smile, a perfect summer’s day. For me the sound of a red winged black bird, or the dry sound of wheat ready for harvest, or even the bang and roar of a mechanic’s shop. For each of us it is different and yet the same. A smell or a glimpse of a color or shade hurls us to somewhere else and some when else. I began to paint out of a need to see who I was to realize who I am. To reach across experience and learned behavior to a time when I was more instinctive, closer to the beginning, closer to pure “me”.
I realized that in order to understand I would have to look into the lexicon of my family. Some of the images are based on photos that were taken by relatives some of whom I never knew; my great grandmother, Grandma Scarf, took many. Over several visits home, I culled my mom’s photo albums looking for images recognized, that I could smell, hear, from them I painted what I smelt, heard and lived. These paintings are the nod, the salute to my self.
|Artist Tags:||landscape, portrait|