I wouldn’t say I’m a painter; I do use paint, but, I’m not a painter; You’ll know what I mean. It’s as hard to paint abstract as it is to paint classically; Some may have their own say on this. To me, it’s about one’s eye. My eye can’t paint classic. Just like I can’t play like Mozart. Mozart, they say, saw the keys and got “it” right away. I gather the classic painters got “it” right away too. It seems like there are/were a lot of classic painters but there weren’t. Not as many as pottery makers or pastry chefs or Serbian dancers dancing their colorful “Kola”.
My entire life is abstract. It’s so abstract, or esoteric, that I haven’t come up with a name for exactly what it’s called; I feel the ‘flow’ and go with it; It’s instinctual/inherent. Not that classic isn’t a feeling. My mother painted Trompe L’oeil. I remember the sable brush she used; the brush had three strands of fur to get at the detail; The detail of edges. Edging is most important, just ask an ice skater or a mountain climber, a tight-rope walker or hanging artwork.
I live in a rather small place. I love it. It isn’t so “do-able” for an art studio, yet It’s becoming more do-able every day. If you’re a painter, a painter will paint anywhere; in any tight squeeze of a place, just to paint; So I paint. I painted this way just now. I left my studio as a studio last night. So now, when I had the urge to paint, I could just paint. That was JOY in itself! I did, yet, don’t care anymore about getting paint on my cement floor. *It’s often the slowest process to give up some behavior that keeps us back; hanging on to it so tightly. I grew up in a home where you could eat off the floor, where the pile of the carpet was vacuumed in an east-west direction; Never a spot of water in the sink; army style bed making. So, for me to get paint on the cement, was, as well to let go of, is just another miracle in the progress of me maturing into an authentic human being; no tethers to the past. I don’t want tether’s to my past influencing my art. I want the fresh material to pull from. I very rarely go to a museum. As I kid I was strongly influenced by growing up in many areas of Europe; during those days I was in many, many museums. I let it go of all that. That being, I’ve seen enough. I don’t want inspiration by someone else’s work. The type of inspiration I want is, when I see art, that the artist went ‘beyond’ reasoning. By these influences, I’ve stretched broader regions outside the limits of four-creased corners.
Paint is expensive. It’s my friend’s fault that I use a lot. He, Carl Paoli (Pow`lee) had me paint one-day last winter in his studio. He stretched a canvas, and said, “Go to it.” It was a scary. I nimbly put a little paint on a brush. He said, “Put a lot on it, get it going, I’ve got a lot of paint; he took my hand w/ brush and scooped from his palette. Carl IS NEVER without a lot of paint. So that’s one reason I use a lot of paint. The other reason is, I like using a lot of paint.
I get my paint from Blick’s. I also find gallons and pints in my high rise recycle area; I’ve ‘poached’ a lot of paint from the recent past.