The beginnings of Adjective are occurring simultaneously with the endings of Weoman. Weoman requires one more step: Its upper left needs to be refined; the line dividing light from dark has to be made firmly diagonal, clarifying itself as reactor to its opposite right-side edge. This step will create cogent, triangle-like negative space in the upper left corner and edge. Such a simple change will take minutes, yet it is very important to the final emblematic quality of this work.
I believe the beginnings of Adjective are going well. It is, as with all beginnings, dazed and confused. I like that; it requires me to pull solutions out of my creative hat. This is different than the endings of Weoman (and most endings), which require me to firm the creation that is already established. Beginnings are playful, endings more like work. My drawings tend to encapsulate the whole salami in a few hours, rather than the days for the transition, from play to work, that takes place in my paintings.
One cannot escape reference. Perhaps most of the automatic has no reference, like a heart beating or scratching an itch. Perhaps the automatic is symbolic. Picasso said making a work of art is similar to closing a window because one is annoyed by a draft. I find that true; it is emblematic in that it refers to a well developed sense of problem solving. I am trying to deal with this difficulty of symbolism within my abstracted art. In my daily making of art I internally reference personal questions. Symbolism must be the result of making a particular work.
I reference F. Scott Fitzgerald in relation to the painting 2018 No.1. This painting looks out, into light. The shadowed interior is a place where the viewer sits and wonders. Do I know more today than when a younger man? The activity of art-making feels the same as it did then. Wisdom and knowledge have obviously accrued. So yeah! Wonder on! I do make art better now than at age eighteen! There is light in the darkness. I see that light more easily. Symbolism in a work of art is an absolute.
Two very interesting drawings were made yesterday. Interesting is that both began the same way; a plane that sets up three-dimensional space, background left to foreground right. The final drawings are vastly different. Things that start the same can result in vastly different ends.
Never enough! This is the way I feel about life, time in life, available energy, being human. I creep because that is as fast and as furious as I can go. It makes me wonder about Picasso and Van Gogh. Did they produce more art per day than I? I do not think so. I think, however, they too felt despair over being human with its limitation of time and energy.
I love a diagonal in a rectangular composition. I found a few, in yesterday's drawings and in the snow off my porch (see below).
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