Untitled IV,V,VI - paper

thinking of Francesca Woodman today - Italy, her passion, her understanding - compositional structure

deepness
no rest
Francesca knew
no stop
on being
intense
sensuous
ongoing
structure beauty
continual

push and repeat

The "tree spit" that helps form the Oxbow - Ct River - September gray early morning 2015

5" x 9" - oil / panel - kdj

This morning, towards Oxbow - 9/11/15

oil/panel - 12" x 12"
not a memory - living now
september colors
there were many cedar waxwings, a blue heron, hawk - big one that caught a smaller bird and lots of water from the rain before...sitting
in puddles...painting with EB

rearrangement of things that relate to the space between things....

near the oxbow - late summer studies of shape, form

oil on paper...arches ---- early morning - September light...cool morning but hot fast.

trees within the Oxbow tributary

a formation of trees- pines I think that create a ship like shape above the other trees...like a monument
the sky was changing too fast...not constable clouds today

another red in process......oil on linen...ongoing ---

More reds - but with some blocks of green and orange - a memory - oil/panel 10" x 10"

untitled I, II, III, IV - paper

Space - Form : paper - paint

landscape deconstructed

reconstructing the landscape

Muslin, linen, cotton scraps, paint - sewn

One more red -- aka: "that heated day in the landscape - a reconstruction of nothingness"

"Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness; the truth more first than the sun, more last than a star..." ee.cummings

more reds - not memories ( a continuation of the pipe dream) - the heart is now

( I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands the
voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

ee. cummings

The Reds - (not memories)

(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose       e.e. cummings

landscape memory

.............So I lost him.   But I shall always see

            In my mind
The warm,yellow sun,and the ether free;
The vista’s sky,and the white cloud trailing,
        Trailing behind,—
And below the young earth’s summer-green arbors,......

e.e. cummings

crowded thoughts - space, form, no color - not a memory

Nothing false and possible is love (who’s imagined, therefore is limitless). ee.cummings

where we met, reconstructed memory, reconstructed landscape,
10" x 20" o/linen,

Those buildings- kept raining,"eidolon" ; 18" x 24" o/panel

L sky and pipe dream, 10" x 14" o/panel

"those buildings, the sky was pink, the air was cold " 6' x 7" - paper bags, brown oragami paper and pink goauche

"Achilles Heel", aka: "Fools Paradise, o/linen, 30" x 40"

recent visit to Greenpoint, Brooklyn...rainy - satellite filled rooftop, "After Morandi"

linen, muslin, cotton, thread constuctions

Untitled I & II
7 1/2 " x 5"

Views, external and internal

Towards Race Point , 

Provincetown  24" x 24 " o/linen

                                                                                     

Reconstructed Landscape,  8" x 10 " oil/panel
(after deStael)           

                                                                 

untitled I & II

Untitled - paper, gouache constuctions May/June 2015