YouTube video of a norwegian sketch about an IT monk teaching another monk how to use the newest technology available now in monk’s library.
In a series of four 8 x 8 square paintings, done in an afternoon in automaton fashion on the lanai on a winter afternoon in December 2008. Oil on canvas, testing out how dark the background can get with blues, and green, purples and red. And what bright colors can bear to stand on top of it. They were experiments, like all my painting was, testing many ways to put color on canvas in order for the view to come out. We had them in our house in the blue section, and with the new addition of the pewter piece by Janet Miller they will move. Christian says, “I really like those”. We haven’t decided yet where they end up but it seem that putting them on a white background will make them stand out more. I know, I will start painting again, and the first project will be an attempt to repeat some of the abstract lighting photos in oil, seems the atmosphere colored light at night, is my bright side.
Having a “kunstpause” literally, when catching this still life with Flower at Bella Maria Tapas Bar on 5th Avenue South in Naples. We just wandered about three hours around the Downtown Naples New Year’s Weekend Art Fair 2012 and admired a few artworks along the way. We bought from Janet Miller, www.pewtervessels.com and from Conni Togle, @sheepincognito.
The sculpture depicts the Apostle Peter, wrapped in a sheet (metaphor of denial) after he denied knowledge of Jesus three times.
The sculptor, Josep Maria Subirachs, began work on the Passion Facade in 1987 after he studied Gaudi’s notes and plans for a year. The various scenes and details of the façade aimed to give a rigid, angular form to provoke a dramatic effect. Gaudí intended for this façade to strike fear into the onlooker. He wanted to “break” arcs and “cut” columns, and to use the effect of chiaroscuro (dark angular shadows contrasted by harsh rigid light) to further show the severity and brutality of Christ’s sacrifice.”
Lebhaft gestikulieren die Zeigefinger regelmaessig auf den Titelseiten der amerkanischen Tageszeitungen. Man moechte fast glauben, geheime Zeichen wuerden ausgetauscht zwischen den europaeischen Staatsoberhauptern.
Automatons is what I call these fast passed little treasures. They are 8 x 11 canvas boards, created after a painting project is finally done. Now I need to clean the color palette and by doing that I also clean the soul of the residue of the finished painting. The colors are newly mixed and within 5 minutes distributed over the canvas board. It’s an unconscious process that would drive someone watching it crazy as there is no rhyme or reason to it. It’s serendipitous and sometimes it mounts to an image that can be looked at afterwards and sometime is just cements the chaos in my head disturbingly well, and you run to find order again. Sometimes they grow on me. When I look at them, they feel at the same time slightly familiar but mostly removed, like it’s a different part of me who created them. It’s the detached right brain at work, and it gave the left brain not a single moment to be part of it, took on a life of its own.
Without doubt the technique as inspired by dadaists, for example, Andre Mason who did automatic drawings, or Max Ernst who after printing wood pattern on the canvas and used it as a starting point for his inspirations.
Every time life gets a little too hectic and I feel rushed. I take a deep breath and look at the beaches in Naples, Florida. I never get tired of the place. I probably have hundreds of photos of sunsets, sunrises, dramatic Florida clouds. And then I painted quite a few sunsets and beach views in oil on canvas between 2008 and 2010.
At the Night Lights Event at the Naples Botanical Gardens celebrating the Winter Solstice, a series of abstract light photos made it into my camera. These FoundArt pictures give me great joy through the serendipitous beauty and the haphazardness of the composition, the enigmatic movements and the underlying speed displayed in these images. I started about four years ago, creating series over series. Haven’t done much with them and everytime I go back and review them they astonish me over and over again.
Walking through a deserted shopping mall in middle of an otherwise busy historic district is surreal. Time’s a fleeting.
Standing in the corner and watching – is it people watching? There are no passers-by. Only the sun moves its the shadow.