Turbulent weather and times are marking the new year, I am hoping the scars will not linger. In the studio as always in January, there is the air of remorse over loved ones that have left from laughter filled holidays. I find it hard to center or find concentration, and level out my emotions during January. I usually begin to regain my composure around the third week of the new year, this year feels no different to me. I have finalized a couple of paintings over the holidays. I have begun a few new pieces of art this month as well.
I am constantly struggling with painting the feeling of the helplessness, that seems to be ever present in my life, as I get older. I can remember hearing older friends and family telling me of all the change they had seen in their time, and I cavalierly smiled and thought how silly they were. The mother ship has landed, I am there now. The things I thought unthinkable before, have now become intricately fabricated into my life. All of this to say, I feel a new series of works coming as an offshoot of my Weight of Balance Series, this one is based on what we see and are told; and how much of it is just to appease us, in an attempt to keep us from finding out the truth. This series will be called Red Herrings.
I wanted to have a textural background for this first piece, that would belie the theme of this series, in other words it would appear in one way; but would be serving as a cover up of something else all together. The substrate I chose was cradled wood. I covered it in newspapers and canvas, as these both signify bits and pieces of my past. I can remember as a child visiting houses that had used newspaper on their walls to help insulate them from the elements. I thought it was great you could read the walls! It was a poor man’s insulation; but I had no knowledge of what it meant. Other houses when I was young, would have pretty wall paper, which was applied over cheesecloth covered board walls. Both of these coverings served the same purpose to cover and insulate, yet each had a connotation of the homeowners financial status and place in society. They were in effect a form of red herrings in and of themselves. They in an attempt to do one thing covered up the real meaning of the home. As a child I liked them both equally.
Here is the timeline of Red Herrings and a brief description of why and how about the process of the first painting in this new series.
My solitary figure stands balancing in a turbulent world and searching for the meaning of it all.