it has been 7 years since i had last played in a world of full abstraction. i’ve always had motifs or a horizon line to ground the work. something brains could recognize and then interpret.
now, there is just color, water, and paper. though there is simplicity in supplies the output is complex. the nature of water is fluid but stubborn. it will pick a path to flow and never want to deviate. it moves the color with it. pulling it down and dripping it off the paper. it will pool up and settle into the paper at it’s own rate. the colors soak into the page in unpredictable ways.
these paintings are of the stroke of color field where color itself becomes the subject. when there is only color that informs the painting the viewer is left to read into the emotion the piece provokes.
reading and judging the work has become subjective – pieces i hate others love. it is forcing me to work off of intuition more than my educated eye. this challenge in ambiguity is well worth the energy. the body of work is an exploration into unknown territory. it is terrifying and freeing at the same time.
the only way is onward.