Living big on a dream of an abstract world, visual transformation arranged haphazardly on moments of creative spontaneity. Events influences authority in a collective of light and consciousness fueled by art, history and desire. It is for humankind to create and make stuff, such passion is an innate attribute to our total DNA.
It is a fantastic opportunity to be in the company of artists and more-so to write about their work! Fortune presents itself not too often. The privilege to interact and likewise survey a distinguished body of art-works in total privacy with the artist is treasured and unforgetable as it is among the greatest of honor that can be bestowed on any guest. With so many artists living and working in Los Angeles, it is of coincidence and a considerable gift to be in the company of an artist whom I so admire. Rather un-assuming he has not quite adopted a persona that may be easily tagged, certainly not the artist type. Quiet, shy and un-assuming he moves comfortably through his work and among friends with ease and confidence. One of the many who works in secrecy he is fastidious with a tendency to avoid the public eye. An artist of a different rank, he is bent on eluding the loudness of the art world, so as to create without distraction. Privacy of self and art drives his ideas of a particular visual syntactic dialogue in form and color.
Watercolor sketches on paper in many states, some are incomplete finished, and others mulled over, yet they are all quite beautiful as they graced the studio walls. These are art-works crafted over the years between moves of patterns and necessity, such pleasure to witness a lifetime of an artist history unfurl in a beautiful and flawless dance of colors and imagery. New world color appears they unfurl a passionate and unflinching directness of the artist play on a creative tour de force. Some artworks art are carefully rendered and others appear to reveal a true search, a battle of artist and canvas for control to grasp the timelessness of vision and continuity. There is a sense that in the artist grasp for identity and vocabulary, vision become uniquely anchored in search of itself. What is not lost on this viewer is that the artists vocabulary is not singular, it is an indelible form of observation painted or drawn in pure symbols that shout and scream for meaning. In his art the newness of the theme time appears in an uncommon nakedness, it jars the unsuspecting eye. Hello, hello! one hears so many voices yet there is only one, it is not that of giddiness, it is in the colors that are hurled in syllables and sound.
Of Art and Ritual
The craft of an artist holds many unknowns, certainly there are surprises of what seems to work well and on the other those that do not. However the belief of an uncommon baptism of exuberance steeped in highs and lows underlines the satisfaction of pleasent search for perfection. There are themes that invites discussion whereas those discussions are treated as a work of art in itself. Of works in development, the artist point of view is centered on ideas, some of which are immediate and others that are content focused and thought out in time,. The targets watercolor as a media and its application exclusively, an application most suitable a vehicle of impact and meaning.
The article also points to works in production that aims to shed light on the history and development of the artist. The few selected artworks of this post details a cross-section of large format watercolor paintings , some measuring 7’. 5″ x 7′. 5″ In the studio there is a combined collection of finished and unfinished works. The watercolor paintings uncover a degree of unorthodox methods in application. The artist control of his media on paper suggests that technique and treatment follows a traditional norm in technique and execution. The artwork embodies a strong sense of history and tradition in practice with a stubborn emphasis on Latin America and Caribbean flourish Without fear the artist ventures into patterns of departure to projects the rich and vibrant complex materiality of light he desires in order to project a powerful vibrancy to his creations. He engages the paper before him, bereft of image, he took several paces forward, with brush held aloft, he gestures, moist saturated pigment dripped from the paper on contact. Succulent as the soft delicateness of an overripe mango, fresh and un-rehearsed he painted. Ritual perhaps? Everywhere there are flowers, carefully placed; unfinished pieces of artworks lay about, some hanging and others in various stages of completeness.
On the studio north wall hangs an out-of-place clock upside-down, if by purpose, accident or intended. The gesture is an object that immediately catches the eye. Perhaps he intends it to be a comment or a statement of time. The clock define occurrence perhaps, an object that will soon take its place in the meaning of life and art. A soft warm spring light reflect the oval face of the clock. Its hands in flawless movement, beats trance-like in song. Each article becomes an object of thought and a work of art. Symbolism is most paramount to many artists yet this studio was special, because of its arrangements the studio reflects a place of rites “Love of ten Springs” he repeated, moving back and forth, sideways, left and right, alike a ballerina’s adagio. Large sheets of handmade papers populate the studio central wall, virgin white and under plastic covers waiting to be touched by the artist oversized sumi brush that graces what he refers to affectionately as Madame Tensprings .It is early Saturday morning, a customary hard light lingered among echoes of the flower market on sixth and Maple Streets. The usual city din is turned down, not many moving vehicles around. A breath of fresh air, the decibel of ageing garbage trucks has taken the weekend off, gone are their sonorous hell on Wall and Boyd streets. Read the rest of this entry »