San Francisco Bay Blues, 36 x 36, oil on linen
Hey everyone! Sorry for the decreased frequency in posting on this here blog. The holidays are getting in the way. No, actually they're not. I've just been in a bit of a creative rut.
Not a technical one this time around, but I'm feelin' a lack of inspiration. You know how it is. I just grimly work through it, usually, just painting whatever and however I feel like. And when I'm away from the studio, I'm looking at books and surfing the net, searching for great works by other artists.
Lately I've been looking at Arthur Streeton, Edward Seago and Charles Warren Eaton - not obscure names in landscape painting circles, but perhaps less well known to general audiences. I certainly didn't know about them in art school, but discovered them only after I started painting landscapes seriously.
There are SO many great painters out there both alive and dead, it's like Christmas when I "discover" one. And it happens often, too, just because my knowledge is so limited. I guess that's a good thing about being ignorant? Haha~
Anyway, books on Streeton, Seago, and Eaton are on my nightstand right now. I look through them nightly, and marvel at their work. I'm inspired by them, although they haven't cracked my rut. In due time... in due time.
The painting above is a larger (36 x 36) version of a previous version, and it was done a few months ago, before I hit my slump. There is a lot of experimentation and surface work going on - more abstract than many of my previous cityscapes. The drippy stuff just happens as a part of the working process, and I usually take them off but on this one I felt compelled to just leave them. It signifies my transitioning toward pushing the process forward, and placing less weight on "correctness" of representation.
Drips are nothing new for contemporary artists, of course. But it's new for me, and if they feel like an honest part of the process, and not a gimmicky decoration, I'm OK with it. I guess the size of the canvas has something to do with it. On a smaller painting, drips didn't look like they belonged. On a painting of this size, they just happen because I'm using big 2 inch brushes loaded with paint and solvent and medium, moving my arm in big motions. Paint flies everywhere.
Kind of a rambling post, huh? Streeton, Seago, and Eaton don't have much to do with drippy abstractions, but hey, it all adds up.
What's on your nightstand?