New Mediums

I'm itching for new mediums.

Charles White @ the MOMA

October 4, 2018

Constantly evaluating, the intention and method of my work. Digging deeper into the compulsion. Constantly searching for new questions to ask myself. Giving my answers room to breath.

The joy of traveling to museums and galleries now, is to remind myself that I'm not alone. I can see the compulsive nature in a lot of the work I find, every medium, every cage labeled Artist relegated to sections of creation. Amongst it all, I sense in places, a familiarity in the brush strokes, in the details, in the haphazard, and the diligent. I found some pieces today at the Whitney and honestly I recognized my own hand among the lines and strokes.  I don't claim to have a masters touch yet, but it's thrilling to understand the masters hand. Not magically discerning the process, simply connecting to the intention of scrubbing out sections of settled paint. Its the things a picture can't tell you.

“Annette, the Artist’s Wife” Alberto Giacometti

It is intriguing to finally be learning the lives of artists, to understand how much of their lives are written by others, those close to the man and those close to the creator. I find it wonderfully sad and  terribly adventurous to consider what onlookers might say once you've passed your way. Not a new question. Merely coming to terms with the inevitability of the thought.