Nothing said: “paint me”
My last painting of the summer session at the Art Students League. I didn’t like the set up, nothing said “paint me.” What to do?
Well, I did what Frank (O’Cain) always tells us to do: you have to pick and choose what to paint.
So I pick a green vase, alter its shape somewhat, pick a few flowers, alter their shape and color somewhat, add some stems in different positions, and, well, it’s my last real painting of the summer session.
The good news: nothing is really what it seems. The bad news: nothing is really what it seems (but I DO remember what it really was). Memory is a funny thing. All it takes is a trigger, however altered.
My paintings help me remember. No matter how altered the image, composition, color … each painting contains a trigger that brings back the memory of what was. My body remembers painting it, and that brings it all back.