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domenica 23 settembre 2012

Painting With Spots!


my aloe vera plant


I started Fall house cleaning a few weeks ago after a hot summer of inertia.  The dust was inches thick, no exaggeration I assure you. Only it wasn't just dust. As I came to realize shorty after, it was the natural habitat of hundreds of nasty minute beasties
. . . dust mites, spiders, and who knows what else. Shortly my stomach was a red mass of itchy bites and blotches that were unbearable. Alas, I took things into my own hands. I decided to cure myself using the lymph from my own aloe vera plant, as always, to heal the bites and soothe the itching. I didn't think that my plant, secular to say the least, would have dust on it too and. of course, the same beasties!


aloe leaf and lymph

The bites on my back healed straight away but the areas where my hands could reach to spead the lymph  got increasingly worse. It was finally a dermatologist who saved me . . .  cortisone pills . . .  antibiotics ( there was an infection in some ) . . .  and a cream to soothe the itch. She explained that it was the hot, dry summer that had created favorable conditions for the multiplication of these pests and living in the country that didn't help. Aloe Vera had never been a CAUSE before. I had always used it with no negative side effects. A lesson for me, though, caution with home remedies in the future. (and less cleaning?)



Despite this uncomfortable situation, as I had promised myself, I've managed to paint a little everyday. When I paint everything else is blotted out, my concentration is complete and my itching stopped momentarily.




I've organized a small area into a studio space here at home. I'm working with waterolor, water based acrylic and collage on paper. All materials easily transferred here from my studio in the city. Not the easiest materials to use but at least, if something goes wrong. . . muddy colors. . . or the composition that just doesn't work, all you do is tear up the paper and start again. I find it's a good way to gain back my confidence and to play with color.


watercolor
natural pigments


martedì 11 settembre 2012

Beginning Again


Four years ago I was asked to take on a job that was far from home and far from my studio.

forms in a structural space
A job with a lot of responsiblity and very challenging, but it took me away from my painting, my printing . . . Now I'm back home, I am trying to begin again. First I joined an art association and have become active  in order to shake myself and to begin new work.

form in a structural space





 I'm not  happy with what I've done so far.  It's as if I'm afraid to mess something up.      But . . . that is exactly what I have to do. . .    

start messing up!

The oil paintings here are new, part of a recurrent theme of mine:

           "Measuring Space"


form in a  structrual space


Since I am primarily interested in the human
body, its forms and substance and I consider the

body a perfect structure with proportions,
measurements and weights, I confront the

structure of the human body with that of a civic building: muscle and bone, tissue and lymph vs.

cement and steel, plaster and glue. They are superimposed: the human form over technical drawings.




form in a structural space
(ink and gesso over a city map)
(framed by the iron rim of a wooden keg)
  








mercoledì 5 settembre 2012

Wonders in nature


wild pears...mini...dolcissimi...masterpiece of nature
 "For every artist worthy of this name everything in nature is beautiful, because his eyes, accepting without fear every external truth, read there, as in an open book, every interior truth"

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"Per ogni artista degno di questo nome tutto nella natura è bello, perchè i suoi occhi, accettando impavidamente ogni verità esteriore, vi leggono, come in un libro aperto, tutta la verità interiore."                                        
AUGUSTE RODIN (1840-1917)