I have a couple of my Dads old fishing bobbers kicking around my house. They have this wonderful patina, and in their time they may just have helped win a fishing derby. When I was a feral teenager back in 1970s, England. I would swim out into the North Sea to rescue any bobber that escaped from my fathers line. I must have been crazy - those were dangerous waters!!! But, I loved the ocean and loved to swim and those primitive wooden bobbers were art to me. I couldn't let the ocean take them! And that big fish? Well, I knew that it lurked there, beneath the deep dark choppy waters, it added to the thrill of ocean swimming. This painting is my American, Midwest, lake version of that story.
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Making art is about being in love with the process, the journey the mind takes through this process, the sensory sensations of applying or manipulating that chosen medium. The prize if it all works out is a completed piece of art. There are days when I look back at my creations and wonder where they all came from. What if I'm channeling this creativity from a collective consciousness that we are all connected too! Maybe my passion for art is just the search for that higher power, its me waiting for Godot.
Sherlock Holmes drifts off into his “Mind Palace” when he is deep in contemplation and busy sleuthing. I call it my “Minds Eye.” Here I can clearly view artwork that is currently being worked on in the studio and spend time resolving design flaws or any other issues the work may have. If I’m really lucky my mind will go through the process of creating a whole new work of art from beginning to end. When this happens all I have to do it get up to my studio in a timely manner and create the work in real time and it always turns out well since I’ve already created the art once already. I hear that athletes practice their events in their heads first before a competitive meet. It’s actually a technique they are coached to do and it gets better results.Read More
When I was at Art College in the early 1980’s I would get my hands slapped for using pure black out of a tube. We were told to mix our own black from reds and blues as it would harmonize better with the other colors in our paintings, and I agree with this theory and have taught it to many a student over the years. Pure black our teachers told us, is not a color, it is a black hole that sucks light in and does not reflect any light waves back out into the universe. As we were all listening to David Bowie’s Space Odyssey at the time and had grown up with lunar landings we could all relate to this far out concept and avoided black like it was the plague of the universe.Read More