Misunderstood?

I just found a note I wrote when I was doing Foundation -

"Abstract Expressionism

an infantile involuntary release, a spontaneous emotional ejaculation, or an appeal to the human side of the inhuman world?"

I think I was a bit sick of Freud and PostModernsim.
Still am...!

Cindy Sherman

Dont know why, but I'm very taken by the idea of doing watercolours of her film stills. I did one because I was looking at windows and their relationship to the soul (ie people gazing out of them wistfully or light being shone on faces bathing them in some kind of radiance), and it struck me that treating her photographs in this romantic rather detatched way would do something with them that would transform them into something very different visually whilst still keeping something of the intended original mood. The idea of a film still in itself suggests another world, a fantasy world, and watercolour is a medium used a lot in fantasising and idealising environments. The room becomes them like a landscape, and the figure a mist-enshrouded landmark.

LOOKING AT ELLSWORTH KELLY

I become aware of the shortcomings of my own eyes

The pale orange looks dirty - my vision dirties it

Floaters disturb the plains

The edges jump and shimmer because of my astigmatism

The yellow makes the sockets in my face ache

Writing becomes difficult to read

The eye cant stay still

Images of lights and windows are transposed on the colours

I look for faults - vertical brush strokes, the lapped corner of a canvas, a speck in the grain

One corner is red and one is green

There's pink dots in the black

Colours jump. Surfaces swirl with movement

The glance causes ripples and whirlpools. The stares causes a shift

Yellow and green slicks slip away. Diagonals appear

Object Permanence

I have heard of this phenomena where a baby believes if you cover an object up it not longer exists, but later the child will peek under the cover...

A Sad Winters Day in March

Saw a man in an allotment straining with a rake at arms length poking a small smoky bonfire - the flat sad green and the hard-working grey figure in the sunlight was like a Van Gogh painting...

The Captive

(event time - afternoon, date -Tues 7th March 2006, venue Gothic Nightmares)

"I beheld his body half wasted away with long expectation and confinement and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it was which arises from hope deferr'd. Upon looking nearer I saw him pale and feverish, in thirty years the western breeze had not once fann'd his blood. He had seen no sun, no moon in all that time nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice"


From Laurence Sterne's "A Sentimental Journey, 1768.