A sample of my most recent sketches in watercolor markerRead More
For Valentine’s Day, my mother sent me a bag of marshmallow hearts with pink outlines. They’re not very tasty but they do provide good fodder for a still life.
I was thinking about Cy Twombly's painting, Leda and the Swan, with recognizable heart shapes and dicks and frantic, aggressive paint strokes. I've seen Leda and the Swan in person at a major museum, I believe I went with other family members and one of my cousins. She didn't understand abstract expressionism but she did understand the hearts and violent strokes.
Hearts can certainly be cliche, just like Valentine's Day, unless you do it just right.
The last few days I’ve found myself in a minor depression, mostly over the state of the country. I don’t think I can express my thoughts without writing something cliche, so I won’t.
Painting today was a result of pulling decaying produce out of my fridge and thinking about what the Dutch and Flemish still life painters must have smelled when their setups started to rot.
It’s too bad that abstract principles don’t give off a pungent odor when they’ve gone sour.