"Still Life with a Guitar" 24 x 24" acrylic on canvas
Lots of artists find their "thing" and explore it in every way possible. Evidently with me with this "Still Life with a Guitar" series.
I like the flat shapes with the enticing lines that move your eyes around like a road map. Or an Etch-a-Sketch.
It's been a little strange with this corona virus thing, but I've found that for the most part, I've been social-distancing all my life.
Artist's do that. We want to be alone while we're painting, while we're thinking about painting, but when the piece is finished, the artist suddenly needs his work to be seen by the world.
I hear that there are artists who never show their work to anyone. Is that pure creativity?
That zen philosopher ( I'll think of his name the second after I sign off here) says if you're truly creative, you will make your painting, then burn it, without showing it to anyone.
I'm not there yet.
24 x 24" acrylic on canvas.
I am seriously so happy that I have my painting to occupy my time during these times.
It calms me. It satisfies me.
In fact, this is probably what I would be doing even if there wasn't a Corona virus.
Be safe. Make things.
Critics, mathematicians, scientists and busybodies want to classify everything, marking the boundaries and limits... In art, there is room for all possibilities. (Pablo Picasso)
Creativity, regardless of the form, is a primal function of man's intellect.
Ideally, instinctual manipulation of media should be the only force behind creation, much as the instinctive force behind birth, death, procreation, and survival.
But we think.
We labor to make sense of the world and of all the schemes of living things and nature.
I think we labor too hard.
Art has fallen prey to man's need to "categorize" in order to make sense of the thoughts of others in his brain.
Work is categorized as realistic or abstract.
Such designations are absolutes.
No absolutes exist in art.
Even within this philosophy, I find that I love certain things about painting.
I love colors. I love texture. I love spontaneity.
I love innocence.
I love panache. I love messages.
But I do not love categories.
I do not love absolutes.
I do not love to labor too hard.
"Morning Mist" 24 x 24" acrylic.
It doesn't take much to move me to a different portfolio of work. Seeing all my "Origins" paintings hung in one place (CHOCS in Tulsa through March 2020) made me see once again, the magic of interpretative painting. These paintings are narratives of early man, vaguely aware of the viewer, interacting with nature as a primeval force.
It's a bit more "in your face" in regards to subject matter. The figure at lower right is actually acutely aware of the viewer, and even seems a little oppositional. In contrast, the color scheme is calmer than previous "Origins" paintings, but with a slash of cadmium red to remind the viewer that tension does exist in their world and ours.
Micheal W. Jones
Thoughts and work from a mid-career artist working his ass off every day
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