In the studio: Painting progressing, I wanted to capture each and every passage of paint so far – which I have done in terms of the animation above. Experience tells me that the painting is about a quarter of the way through but I can’t be certain. Lighting conditions vary greatly from day to day […]
Category: Lines
Bound Together in a Digital Age
I constantly reflect on this: The beauty of being able to connect with anyone in the world through the digital (our Skypes chats) is surely one of the great poems of our times – we are all alive and telling each other so, each in our unique individual way – a scenario which has perhaps, the potential […]
Next, Yellow
The painting continues: This, a primary field – one straight out of the Huge First Nothing. Red – What next? yellow? blue? Answer the same as before because it was right there beneath my hand – closest and therefore, in this instant, the dearest too. This is reason good enough? […]
First Red
In the studio again: moving the painting on – I can’t just stay in the same spot. The ground beneath my feet moves with me Though I am still in love with it, it is barely begun. I introduce red and cultivate its extension. The red suggests its own shape, I follow it […]
The Huge First Nothing
Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon poetry quotes from Song of Myself by Walt Whitman In […]