Stormfall, Cutler, Maine
oil on panel 14" x 18"
"I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart."
Vincent van Gogh
Night Dreams
The winter dead trees
make a clattery night,
as the wind swoops and scrubs
at the brambled brush.
Shuttling clouds back lit
by the indifferent moon
run and skid in turn,
while red green stumps moan,
caught in memoried
dreams of past life.
Dean Taylor Drewyer
As one paints and scrubs in the shadow structure and establishes mid tones from which higher key lights and deeper darks can be established - as one figures and blocks in composition, space, paths of movement, areas of emphasis and de-emphasis - it is vital to keep all this thinking suspended in a kind of sub level. This, in order to be free to abandon oneself to shape and color, without naming objects or assuming outcomes. The closest experience to this 'making of a painting' is roughly equivalent to jumping off a high dive without looking to see if there is water in the pool; all the while juggling large, sharp. carving knives. What a wondrous process! Enjoy!
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