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 […]
Tag: poetry
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 […]
Reflection
Here below begins my contribution, as a painter, to a research project that’s exploring and defining what art is in the digital age. The word reflection was put to us by Jonathan Kearney during the MAFine Art (Digital) first group chat yesterday: I responded by saying that I see reflection as the bending back of something […]