Be sure to click on the photo of this piece. I just took another look to see how I could express the exuberance I felt in making this subtle form come to life. There is a dance of paint and color to be found. And a reminder to me of the floating of my brush. Whether you are making art, or collecting it , or just enjoying a look. This vibration, this rhythm, these colors set up to play, there's the thing. That thing that spreads itself, that ripples out. Destined to repeat. It is a cylinder, on a disk, with a berry on top. Architecturally a snap. But what I saw upon these shapes was tenderness. it called for some lighter notes, some Kandinsky if you please. Look at the disk . Follow it around to clouds of blues and lavender, a whisper here and there, accentuated by bolder bits and varying shapes of strokes. Granted the song is not loud, more a sonnet line or two. But I heard it whisper to me and now I pass it on to you.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by Janice C. Cartier at 8:41 AM