So this week the Alp was sitting on my chest. What finally helped me finding hope again was an Interview with the Australian artist Hazel Dooney. I didn’t know what I needed to hear or what needed to happen until I heard someone else talking about it. I needed to hear that I am not alone with patches of frustration and being fed up with everything and that it is not a big deal.
Once I figured what was going on I was able to relax into it. It is not really about the art or whatever. It is just the blind spot, the chaotic juice in everyone of us. It is the motor of change. The unpredictable – I don’t want to miss it. What I don’t want is to attach it to anything specific in my life. The Alp likes to clinch to any surface that grips because this is the way it works. The mind endlessly tries to make sense of the world and works in an associative way it tries to rely – non stop – whatever comes to mind, any area that occupies your mind, gets amplified. In this incident the art work was the victim. Never mind.
What came out beautifully from all this is a piece that totally gets me and I wanna do tons of it ( at least this is how it feels at the moment). It is a layer of Latex applied onto a modeled surface on canvas. The ground was a painting I started last year and overpainted several times till I finally created a highly structured surface with sharp edges – all very rough but authentic in the moment. It was leaning against the wall for almost a year and I used to call it the “left over” painting. My friend wanted to convince me to lend it to her because she loved it but something made me hesitate. On Thursday night, at the peak of my frustration, I suddenly had an inspiration. Interestinlgy I didn’t see the painting in my mind as I used to but felt it instead. I felt the skin-like rubber running over a sharp and rocky surface,smoothening it out, covering it up and the indulgence about it. Totally cool.
In Progress – meeting with the Alp and a dream in latex
Once I figured what was going on I was able to relax into it. It is not really about the art or whatever. It is just the blind spot, the chaotic juice in everyone of us. It is the motor of change. The unpredictable – I don’t want to miss it. What I don’t want is to attach it to anything specific in my life. The Alp likes to clinch to any surface that grips because this is the way it works. The mind endlessly tries to make sense of the world and works in an associative way it tries to rely – non stop – whatever comes to mind, any area that occupies your mind, gets amplified. In this incident the art work was the victim. Never mind.
What came out beautifully from all this is a piece that totally gets me and I wanna do tons of it ( at least this is how it feels at the moment). It is a layer of Latex applied onto a modeled surface on canvas. The ground was a painting I started last year and overpainted several times till I finally created a highly structured surface with sharp edges – all very rough but authentic in the moment. It was leaning against the wall for almost a year and I used to call it the “left over” painting. My friend wanted to convince me to lend it to her because she loved it but something made me hesitate. On Thursday night, at the peak of my frustration, I suddenly had an inspiration. Interestinlgy I didn’t see the painting in my mind as I used to but felt it instead. I felt the skin-like rubber running over a sharp and rocky surface,smoothening it out, covering it up and the indulgence about it. Totally cool.