Once upon a dream, I was making abstract paintings. Huge canvases that might hang in a hotel lobby or a big, sparse, and modern living room. The stuff you see in Dwell Magazine, or Architectural Digest. (I’m thinking big, in more ways than one!)
I was holding a brush in my hand and standing in front of a giant canvas. It was much bigger than me, and I’d need a ladder to paint it. I was observing this scene outside my body, like a still from a movie.
The dream didn’t leave me alone.
Was my dream was trying to tell me something?
I work in silence a lot of the time, but with these paintings, I play music and let the paint tell me where it wants to go.
It’s all about the mood.
If the music’s not working, I’ll change it. (Sorry Prince, it’s time for Vivaldi.)
Abstract art, according to the dictionary
“Art that does not attempt to represent external reality, but seeks to achieve its effect using shapes, forms, colors, and textures.”
On the left is “Cosmic Passion,” in the middle, “Spring Aura,” and on the right is “Ocean Sunrise.”
These three aren’t quite the gigantic canvases in my dream, but I’ll get there.
What took so long?
I have no idea.