Egon Schiele

Death and girl

Francesco Solimena

I saw a Francesco Solimena painting at the NCMA yesterday and was reminded that composition can be musical and exciting enough to push the narrative out the window. Tiepolo, Solimena, and El Greco were the masters of this aphasic painting.

orbital drift

Orbital Drift (Landscape from Pleats of Matter) attempts to inhabit a space of both particularity and universality. I am trying to position the viewer simultaneously up close and far away - within and without a local frame of reference. The local frame of reference is a drapery study installed in my studio space. The study is composed of the same roll of canvas from which the painting has been made. I selected canvas for its liquid structure, which allows me the freedom to assemble and rearrange limitless compositions. The thick, transparent layering of the pigment in oil and cold wax similarly emphasizes both the materiality of the painting itself and the fluidity of my subject matter.

Cells and Organelles

I've been reading Octavia Butler's Xenogenesis trilogy. 

Alexandre Calame

San Pedro

paint the blue drapes
fall them gently over the brown earth
plants run radicant around them.

levels billow
through every
specific narration
this sentence closes
in on itself
as it begins
to negate
more and
more
of what
it could
mean.
lets get back to the
start. everything
billows in and on and through
different levels.




a circle is fallback for boundlessness (written around a directional map disguised as a clock)


Intimacy occurs within spheres* of influence.
They never touch, though each can imagine larger spheres*.
Bundles of nerves wander through projecting rejection and acceptance.

*formless


It's the specifics that separate us.

Through one into the biggest pool.

Billowing folds and billowing textures. 

"...a reexamination of the human/nonhuman binary: if we can no longer clearly distinguish between the two, it suggests, perhaps we should turn to more material modes of inquiry, assessing animation and agency rather than essence. When the human can no longer be—and perhaps never could be—cleanly disentangled from the nonhuman, new forms of classification and of narration are called for."

-Rebecca Evans

Woody Guthrie's 'House of Earth'

"Here are the people in this room going and coming. They go and they come in and through, in and through one another. And the people of the farms and the ranches around, they go and they come in and through, in and through one another. Like the weeds, the stems, the hay, straws and lints, like the powders, chalks, dusts arise and fall and pass in and through, in and through one another in the winds, the sun. And the people are all born from one and they are really all one. The people are all one, like you and your baby are one, like you and your husband, both of you are one. And all of the upper north plains are one big body being born and reborn in and through one another, and those also of the lower south plains. All of those of the Cap Rock. This is the greatest one single truth of life and takes in all other books of knowing. This is the only one truth of life that takes in all other other works. And there are a few people that work to hurt, to hold down, to deny, to take from, to cheat, the rest of us. And these few are the thieves of the body, the germs of the disease of greed, they are few but they are loud and strong and your baby must be born well to help kill these few out."

pg. 152

Paolo Uccello