Saturday, September 14, 2024

Temporary Destinations


    It’s not often that I bring a series to It’s logical conclusion. I am often led from one train of thought into another related, expansion of a idea. Each painting,  each series, continues and grows from my previous work. Like a tree grown from the seed of an older and familiar tree, every painting,  really every series I have ever worked on picks up on threads from the last bit of work. It’s all evolved from the same DNA, the same drive, the same desire to be seen and heard that motivated me a as a boy, then as a student, then as a mature painter, until now, a senior citizen,  (how'd that, insert choice of expletives, happen?), who has become quite set in his ways.
This series feels different, like coda. Almost a postscript. 

    I returned headlong to the landscape motif in 2013 when Dianne was diagnosed and being treated with/for and ultimately defeating cancer, TWICE! During her emotional battles, I remained by her side battling with her and discovering a few hidden demons of my own. During this time my creative focus was limited so began working on small “quickshots”, 5x7 to 11x14 landscape paintings done in short quick bursts of rage, fear, hope, and love. Gradually I found a voice that dwelled on energetic, brilliantly colored, painting filled with brush stokes and large scale canvases. For ten years, Taylespun has told  tales of hope using vibrant and immersive, brilliant color, and I was having a blast.  

    Then, in the last three years a series of compounded life threatening illnesses grabbed hold of my family. Surgeries,  therapies, slow recoveries, and even loss became a primary part of my life. Every breath felt painful and the color on my canvas just disappeared. The energy and the drive was simply gone. I needed to hide. So I dimmed the lights, and found some bit of solace in the shadows. I found value in value, the range of grays between light and dark.

    Elevations, the title of this group of mixed media drawings, refers to that spot atop of the mountains, for me, The White Mountains in New Hampshire. At time in my life I have struggled to take each step, each stride a bit harder than the last, until finally, I reach the top, a temporary destination in my journey. I celebrate it and I promise myself to remember.
Early this year, 2024, during this part of my life’s tale, I lost my mom, my first and most unrelenting supporter.  She bought me my first pad of paper, my first canvas, my first palette and of course,  my very fist bits of charcoal, all before I was twelve-years-old.  I think she would like this group of drawings. It hearkens back to my earliest experimental drawings,  my search for a new reality, and those first bits of charcoal my mom bought me and those uncertain and messy first steps toward artistic summits, to the creative elevations I have experienced and the new ones I may yet discover.  By bonding those early drawings of my long past journeys, this simple looking group of drawings may be the most emotionally important work I have ever done. Although it may not be apparent to the viewer, Elevations has become a very personal expression of loss, discovery, and renewed.

    My story continues with new perspectives and changing goals. I can no longer walk to the summit of a mountain. Hell, I can’t even walk briskly alone the ocean shore, but I still have my brushes and my dreams and I can still ride a tram, a train, or a van to the tops of those mountains and revel at the success of reaching even more Temporary Destinations.. 










 







This series was created with support from the Fall River Cultural Council a division of the Massachusetts Cultural Council.  I am grateful for their support.




                             
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Tuesday, November 8, 2022

My Future's Past 7





I think this will be the last of these hinting that already so heavily influenced by cubism. It is the most blatantly influenced by Picasso. I really felt a need to understand this version of abstraction. I wanted to bring cubism to another level. The ego and arrogance of a 26 year old me wanted to upstage the masters. I wanted to invent my own ism. This one started with several drawings of one model in several poses. I wanted to show all sides at once.

I don't think this was the last of these that I painted, but it was the culmination of the idea. I needed to tell my stories. I started writing my first book and that change how I approached my painting and drawing. At the start of these posts expressing my early path, I posted some of those paintings where I let the tales live.

This painting closed an early chapter in my tale. My next post will go even further backwards, to my student work.

MASQUES 1987
oil on canvas about 12x16

Monday, November 7, 2022

My Future's Past 5



Little, J, Bash, Gabs, Dupester, and Pedro.

The creative energy in the early days of a rock band is powerful.   I sat in the rehearsal room, listening and sometimes contributing to, although not very well, to the songwriting, the discussion and debate.  The times before the frustration and egos take a toll on collaboration, those days are like magic.  Hopes and dreams ate still possible, and the music lived.  

4/4 Time That's Rock and Roll
 18x24 oil on canvas 
1991

My Future's Past 6




For a time I delved into the world on the cubists.  A limited color range and a series of fractured figures dominated myvwork for a few years.  I have written about some of my early music inspired work and now i will talk about some of the figure work.

With a blatant nod to Picasso, i took 3 drawings of one model from my college sketch books, and created this composition first in charcoal, then in this limited palette.  For a time, I really worked at understanding cubism, and worked it into my core.  This painting is fundamental to my evolution as a painter.

Sharp eyed folks who know my work, may notice a light bulb and an open window.  This is one of my earliest explorations into multiple light sources... I will bring that up later as it becomes more important in later works...  notice also, the repetitive circles, like morse code, dotting across the picture plane.  There is alot going on in this one that evolved throughout my painting life.

MADEMOISELLES
about 17x24 oil on canvas 1987


My Future's Past 4




Another music themed post, with another early journey expressing late nights filled with emotionally charged music performed by close friends. 
This one means alot to me. I have shared it before . 

Early on, I began to focus on the importance of gesture in hands.  I made them larger and more important than they seem to be in nature or photography. I distort them into unattractive unnatural shapes that express emotion and drive the narrative..  For guitarists, its all in the fingers, the music lives through touch..

These early musician paintings developed a vocabulary of shapes that would evolve and propel my current work.

With continuing gratitude to Pedro, Little J., Bash, Dupester, and Gabs.


ROCK AND ROLL NIGHT
18x24 oil on canvas 1990

Sunday, November 6, 2022

My Future Past 3


If you have seen in earlier posts, in my younger days, (can't believe i can actually say that), I spent alot of time following my friends who worked as musicians.

Small clubs, bars, restaurants, and festivals... my sketchbook and I went all over and stayed up late.  I have never attempted to create a likeness or a portrait in my work   I was after the moment, a feeling, sometimes a song.  I prefer the viewer to interpret the work, much like the musicians do with music lyics and rhythm.  This theme has been sort of a side gig throughout my painting carrer, much like lit is for the performers themselves.

This painting was based upon the performance of a friend who now follows my work.  I wonder if the performer will recognize and appreciate the work.  I never acknowledged the inspiration for this painting.

Everyone, feel free to guess.  Who is...

THE TROUBADOUR
oil on canvas 1987

Friday, November 4, 2022

My Future's Past 2


The Rape
1986
Oil on canvas aprox 11x14

     It was about this time that my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer.  My grandmother battled later stage kidney disease brought on by diabetes.  Sitting on the screened in porch of their home , they both opened up with stories that were never really shared with the grandkids.  They shared a challenging life, raising five kids in a two bedroom home my wife and I sometimes find a bit small.  They talked about financial struggles and the worries of maintaining employment in a milltown with little regard for the laborers.  Unions were at their strongest providing medical insurance and leads to the next factory with a big contract.  They both worked without much open complaint, soetime sixty or even more hours.  The real money for my grandfather was in the overtime.  My Grandmother, working as a piecework presser made her money with her speed and efficiency, but there was little quality time left for family, and that had other costs, and longer tales.

    Those discussions fueled my own fires.  As a young man I was filled with rage and fear.  I knew I wanted nothing to do with those damned factories.  My path led through the U.S. Coast Guard and into college studying art.  After a day listening to the tales from my elders, I returned to the studio and painted a scream.  There are attempts at symbolology and a search for a voice.  This image haunts me.
    
    Both of my grandparent passed away within five years of me paintng this one.  Both endured years of physical pain.  But they saw me earn my degree, and they attended my first solo exibit.  I think they were proud.