dnuuki: October 2006

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Monday, October 30, 2006

Sunday, October 29, 2006

The Confluence

The Confluence, 1990, acrylic on canvas, 60x42 inches.

From the collection of Ron Notto and Darrell Andre.

This is the Mary’s River, where it flows into the Willamette River at Corvallis Oregon.

The painting is not so dark, nor as brilliant. It is all done by light from within the paint.

It is a painting I did not want to finish, and a painting I would were it possible, expand from the four sides of its two dimensions so that the whole world looked like the paint, the tone of the painting.

The canvas was once a cliffy ravine, a spotty hillside of a thousand strokes, gray and green and familiar country, something to look at, not much more than illusion, landscape not portrait: turn it around.

It became The Secret Garden before it hung for sale above the color and rinse station at Architects and Heroes just as the Pompeian calendar finally freed the slaves in my heart of all perspective and all of us walked with Elise across Alta Plaza.

There are wild cats in that painting, lots of trailing vines and flowers, the wall then the city and the horizon, still landscape.

That damned Claude Lorraine, fuck Turner, fuck the very morning, fuck all, what a beautiful mystery along the river, a hundred thousand swipes of a four-inch hog bristle brush, paint gone to water.

Here are two watercolors of Oregon...

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Fear & Loathing

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Pictures from the TC

Monday, October 16, 2006

L'aube Cap d'Ail

L'aube Cap d'Ail, watercolor on paper, app. 9x11 inches, 1990.

Paul and Vreneli Farber.

One of those moments I think I'd've stayed in forever had you been there instead of your friend, our friend at the front door back home with your $4000 in the Bell Market bag and the dog in Calistoga.

Oh yes, ha ha, I flew first class from Barajas and rode to Nice all the way in a cab, in my seersucker suit, in those shoes like my Dad hated, planning post cards and a new language.

We stayed in the poolhouse, whatever it was, no villa but better, down at the end of the terrace, away from the kids in the east and just below the German family.