Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Following the lines

Line Paintings - I have been doing these line paintings as a study and a form of meditation. The study is for gaining more control of the paint brush. The meditation comes from trying not to put to much thought into my next stroke but to just let the lines and dots and dashes fall where they may. I have done this style of drawing for many years, but now I am trying it with the brush.


The above painting is about 48"x 32" to the left is 32"x 32" The one below is much smaller only 12"x 12".
As I have said before when I think to much about how something should be I often never get around to doing it. This kind of art experience allows me to break from that thinking and just place line and shapes one after another until a space is filled and then step back to realize now I have something.


Jeff following the lines

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Go That Way

Sometimes it is hard to know when to stop. I started this sculpture as a random abstract wood cut out. Each of the three layers was a single color, but then I started adding paint and small fragments of photographs into it. So it became a study to see where it would go and this is where I stopped. I have not added any thing in about four months so I think the experience of it is over. I call it "If I Were You I'd Go That Way"
Some how the face and form that merged out of the playing with these pieces of wood seems to be pointing to places to go. Not sure what that's about.

Stands about 4'x2'















The close up shot shows a labor of love. The black lines represent my feeling that any collection of abstract random line or shape can evoke feeling. This is another attempt of mine to create emotional language. I drew it now I am looking for someone to read it; I am sure it says something.  














Jeff Going to far, or maybe not.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Whisper



Flowing between every water molecule

Moving down the mountain to the sea,

Lying deep within the folds of every new bloom

Pushing up through the blanket of leaves on the forests floor,

And held fast with in the layers of time and energy

From the core to the bark as each tree rises

There are fragments of stars

That whisper to all life

We are here because of a Love

That has no limitation

From a creator who expects from us

Only to pass on the star fragments secret whisper

“You are loved”


                                                                                                   

 
 
I do not know this to be true

It is only felt to be voiced

For I am not here to know,

But to feel.






Jeff listening