While painting on the street.. I am just painting.. putting paint down on the canvas.. like a recent cold morning on the highest part of the blue mountains.. Mount Victoria.. I was painting the Imperial hotel at 6am.. afterwards I looked at the painting and I could see all the things that are on my mind about how we live and who we might be.. and all the things I think about that give this world its energy and make it unbounded.. I think about the things that excite me.. ideas about resolution and its counterpart… incompleteness.. I think about the fact that we love things to get resolved but resolution is an impossibility a constantly yearned after place – eden… yearning is itself.. a creative force.. as things ride that ever diminishing asymptotic wave to completeness.. but we never get to that place.. death is the closest we can come..
I also see in my painting the struggle between order and chaos.. we like order… it is safe for us.. chaos suggests death.. life is the fine balancing act between order – indifferent death.. and chaos – wild death on the other side.. it is interesting that life exists on a narrow plane between the these two forms of death… this plays out in the painting where things are vacillating between holding onto a form / structure.. or giving into an unresolved sense of form.. but not holding on to that idea too tightly.. not giving in to the safety of death…
in the painting.. as in life the other great force is a synthetic force.. and this is pitted against an entropic destructive force… both are necessary for the painting… things are never created cleanly there is always destruction in the midst of creation you see this in cellular systems.. for structures to emerge in complex organisms cells need to die – usually in a controlled way to yield a functional form..
The phenomenon that governs these forces is Uncertainty.. no structures are certain… the edges of things don’t exist in any real way.. Cezanne seemed to discover that in his paintings.. when you get up close to one.. you get a sense that all the colours or possibilities are somehow contained in the finite space held by the form.. we are fooled into a sense of certainty by the way our brains interpret the data presented to them by our senses… in this case the eye… but in truth things are not as they seem and when I feel a painting has worked it is usually because it has given me some insight into the possibilities about how things really are or might be.. and I find that exhilarating..
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Of course!!!! He still runs with meOct 11, 2013 - 09:59 PM
Oct 11, 2013 - 10:41 PM
Hey how do I get a copy of almost dead in suburbia sounds up my alley……!Oct 11, 2013 - 10:01 PM
Follow this link: P’kaboo Facebook Contest and you’ll find all the download links for all 4 winning titles. Yup, you’ll definitely like “Almost Dead”, I think.Oct 11, 2013 - 10:42 PM
How you ? Violins and books sounds good!! Did you get my reply about: would love to buy a copy of almost dead in suburbia … Up my alley and all !Oct 11, 2013 - 10:04 PM
Got it Steve. In fact Almost Dead is one of the 4 that are currently for free download (but I can organize you a paperback if you’d rather buy one – what are your prefs these days?).
I’m so happy to have found your blog!! I knew it – you still see the world from a completely unique angle. Btw browsed your FB profile a bit – gorgeous family! Congrats!Oct 11, 2013 - 10:46 PM
Did you get your books?Dec 02, 2013 - 08:40 PM
Hi Lili… Yes.. Sorry forgot to tell you… I am looking forward to reading them … I am so glad this is how you channeled your sense of humour
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Very glad they arrived! Enjoy!Dec 03, 2013 - 04:38 AM