So here is a little more progress with this one:
and no further progress yet with the other one. I haven’t painted since Thursday of last week I think. I’ve been uninspired. So, Sunday I went to the Indianapolis Museum of Art looking for inspiration, which I found. 🙂
I spent a long time staring at Cézanne’s “House in Provence”:
At first I was very interested in the Van Gogh (Landscape at Saint-Rémy, 1889) hanging to the right of the Gauguin (Landscape near Arles, 1888), which was itself to the right of this Cézanne, because it was just cool to see an actual Van Gogh up close. Not a print, not a .jpg, but the actual painting he created with his own hands. To see the texture of his brush strokes, palette knife marks, and paint pretty much just as squeezed out of the tube. Wow. But, as I mentioned, it was this Cézanne that really pulled me in. Cézanne wanted more physical structure depicted in impressionism and shows that here by pulling the landscape into angular horizontal bands, with the solid block of the farmhouse dominating the scene with such gravitas.
Check out these mountains, almost ‘sculpted’ from blocks of color:
I really like that texture and something like it will probably show up in one of my future abstracts! 🙂
Later I found this:
“Concretion”, by the extravagantly named George Lovett Kingsland Morris. Somewhere there is someone without a middle name because he took two. Ulysses Grant maybe. Anyway, I looked at this and thought, ‘Wow, I could totally do that without even stretching my current painting skillz even a little bit’. Which I guess means I’ve worked my skill level up to ‘1937 state of the art’. Woo-hoo! 🙂 (yeah, whatever zorgor…)
Last, here is another gem I found on this day. “She Will Move Away Some Day”, by Hollis Sigler of Gary, Indiana, painted in 1981.
And then it’ll be just him, the dog, and those psychedelic mountains with their psychedelic vapors I guess. Still, this painting… wow. I’m impressed and I like it and it feels like this is going to have some influence on me, but I cannot yet tell what. It reminds me of David Hockney’s Pacific Coast Highway and Santa Monica.
So, in school they taught me I would need a conclusion at this point, and yeah, I can see that, but nonetheless I’ve pretty much just run out of words. So there you have that.