2000 - Ago - 54x46
(good pics of this painting in installation photos here.)
There are no fads in art making, right? There are no styles that come and go... art is not regulated by such commonalities, right? There are no fashion favorite colors, no medium preferences, no 'to die for' images the buyers clamor for, right? Art, especially the creating of it, is above all that... right? Right???
So... totally uninfluenced by all of the above, I decided one day (coupla years ago) that I was over my dependence on raw umber. It was a hangover from years of representing the timelessness I knew in New Orleans... best explained in this excerpt from my statement: "Perhaps cues are taken from familiar surroundings, and perhaps the steamy southern summers, rich patinas of aged surfaces and..." There's nothing like a raw umber wash to express an aged, patinaed surface! Talk about breaking a bad habit, this was a crushing reality I faced. During gallery visits (real life and virtual) I began seeing more and more bright, almost cartoonish colors... white whites, creamy creams, mints and cherrys and sky blues... oh how dingy my work began to look to me. It was that nasty raw umber! I had to rid my palette of it! I can't say it's been a complete success but I am now much less dependent on the color... I no longer buy it by the bucket load, it sneaks into a wash now and then but, for the most part, it's under control. When an older painting completes the circle of available wall space and returns home like a prodigal offspring, I want to wash the dirty smudge away... and sometimes I do.
Now... my long time friends are thinking... what about all that red...???