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| Kinyatta oil/canvas 30 x 24 x .5 |
Hippocrates. Yes. The night of the critique is always a sleepless one for me....images twirling and swirling in my brain. The creative subconscious at work. And, in the morning, a bit of resolve, as I attempt to assimilate the lessons presented to me during the session. (And this time, it cannot be attributed to Diet Coke) I really do embrace the beautiful differences of my artists friends and colleagues...the wonderful composition by Judy Gaiser, the complex color behind Dan Lindner's vintage pencil sharpener, the abstracted and spontaneous boats of Kevin Hudik, the sparkling carousel painted from a mutated photograph by Manna Huang, and marvelously complex and patterned world of Tricia Kaman. These are my inspirations. My own deconstructed painting of Kinyatta registered some valid comments....the placement of the hand, the too-much-dominance of the thumb and the necessary/unnecessary white stroke mid-bottom....I take these comments seriously, especially from artists whose work I admire and enjoy. I will think on these things...the face and hands seem sacrosanct in this process...for me the question is
what do I really need?
