I’ve mentioned before that both my parents loved music. Dad let my older brother Mike* play on the piano and I’m sure they played classical music records all the time when he was around. For a time Mike responded. I’m told he could hum entire movements from symphonies. By the time I came on the scene, Mike […]
The theme of today’s experiment is the same as yesterday’s: the difference between what is inside one’s mind and what can be expressed. Generally speaking, this difference (that I call ‘pressure’) is the impetus for creativity. An artist must somehow regulate the release of pressure in a manner pleasing to himself or herself.
I recently bought a turntable that has a computer connection. Now comes the fun part: recording hundreds of my vinyl records that I bought in the 1970s and 1980s. Most of my long playing records are folk music: Irish ulleann bagpipes pipes; English Northumbrian folksongs; Jewish Klezmer music; Old Timey (pre-bluegrass) American music; French hurdy […]
I saw a tree hugger today. It was another tree!
My father loved classical music. Once, I took a picture of him playing. I was hoping to find it. Dad enjoyed playing much more than others enjoyed listening. This is what I imagine he felt like as he was playing. I think it is better to use my memory instead of finding old snapshots.
My brother Mike is autistic, low functioning and nonverbal. He was diagnosed shortly after autism was classified in 1952 DSM. Mike was at home until I was 10 years old. My parents then made the decision to send him to Willowbrook where they thought they would take care of him. We visited just about every […]
I will leave the reader to discover the visual metaphors in this piece.
I prefer and muted colors lately. I don’t know why I began with the most saturated of saturated colors today. Before I applied the earthy terra rosa, my favorite part of all the colorful arched streaks, was the watery interaction between the purple and yellow pigments. Since purple and yellow are complementary colors, their combination […]
My worry and concern these days is not only for the country but for circumstances closer to home. I used my sketch book today to try gathering my feelings. Today’s painting began as a gestural study. I began with the lightest yellows and drew an outline from my sketchbook. I surrounded it, first with Peacock blue, a saturated pigment, then with […]
Today’s painting is in the abstract style. It represents something very real, and not abstract at all: the fact that each of the days to come has less promise and more ugliness.