Going thru all the paintings in the attic. This little guy just jumped at me. It's called "Mr. Egg Chicken". The idea was earth and mars. He's earth sorta. He's standing on Mars. And why? What came first? The chicken or the egg? I thought, "Why not the chicken *and* the egg." So here is Mr. Egg Chicken. Painted this at Larry's while talking with Beefcake. There was a storm approaching that night.
The idea of the two circle eyes and semi-bent triangular nose had to do with modeling and math... and probably Paul Klee.
The bent triangle was most likely me thinking that no matter how hard you aim at perfect linear polygonal shapes, it's always bent.
The clouds are most likely gray, but most likely because I like gray on red. But it coulda been the storm that night.
It all started from a doodle... probably something I drew for Kovi.
I realize that when I'm alone, I go further and further into an abstract abyss... but sometimes it's not an abyss and I find rest or something I'm looking for. And sometimes I get to bring back what I found.
I showed Kim the first painting I did a moment ago. In short, I was able to let go with paint... with the smears... the violence... just take it out... The first time I drew off the lines and just let it get all messed up... then mess it up more... then scrape it off... destroy my own work... do "evil"... paint over something pretty with "voodoo"... ah... and then find beauty in it all. Seeing things for the first time. Shadows, color, lines, shape, light, darkness, projection, layers, times of day, texture...
Dunno... I'm rambling... just seen 4 years of work...
What preceded that explosion was a constriction. I don't know all what was going on, but so much was a peak at work, and then a sudden scattering. Crazy time these last 5 years. Really good in some sense.
Suppose it's all been a challenge I posed on myself. And out the other end, if we are there yet, Mr. Egg Chicken and a Spoonbill :)
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