Looking between files on the hard drive, photo of an ink made a year ago on the RV5404, good memories.
Redraw on a line started a year ago and starting a new one. I bought a cinnamon little whisk that covers the table and the experience with an amazing intense ...cinnamon smell:)
Packing, cleaning and reviewing all the work done in the RV, so much, so little. Thank You Track for this two amazing years of silence, discovery, laughters and tears.
live long and prosper
Who did it? -Oil on unmounted canvas. Studio RV#5404
Winter in Buenos Aires, remembering the warm Brooklyn sun of a winter day.
Quick lines with charcoal to test the canvas, some oil, good surface. Most of the RV painting are done in those primed canvases. I had the dry Chrysanthemum, actually Hortensias, I got those plants, huge and vibrants and they died as soon as they arrived home. I saved the petals.
The final object is the impalpable excuse. It is what happen during the process, the fluid multiplicity of thoughts completely forgotten ... is a process of forgetting and remembering at the same time and the object is, in its presence, a mean of digging the expansiveness of the moment or a way to fall apart in it.
I love the impermanent quality of glass, powerful fragility and constant renewal. Its uncompromising transparency which hides nothing while reflecting, as a way to remember that is not about itself, but about what is present when observed.
Working with new filters on glass and drawing, drawing, drawing...
Ideas coming while walking or sleeping...who had the ideas or the call to do the artwork?
Doing and cataloging. Going through files. Remembering. Mylar over Mylar. Pencil. Layers. Overlapping. Ovals
No different from the new cut outs transparencies.