Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Why I Paint Objects.
A poem by Chilean Nobel poet laureate, Pablo Neruda, captures my feelings about objects and says, more clearly than I can, why I am drawn to paint them. Below I quote only a few lines from his poem, "Ode to Things":
I have a crazy,
crazy love of things.
I like pliers,
and scissors
I love
cups,
rings,
and bowls -
not to speak, of course,
of hats.
I love
all
things,
not because they are
passionate
or sweet-smelling
but because,
I don't know,
because
this ocean is yours,
it's mine:
buttons,
wheels
the little
forgotten
treasures,
feathered fans
on which
love has scattered
its blossoms,
glasses, knives,
scissors,
all have
on their handle, in their outline,
the traces
of someone's fingers,
of a distant hand
lost
in the most forgotten of the forgotten.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Grouping paintings
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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