For Tracy Michele, who always sees them first.
"I wish you to consider that I have been speaking of what I wished to accomplish in these pictures, rather than what I have done; for I may have failed in these efforts. I should, nevertheless, be much gratified if you could see them ...."
- Thomas Cole, letter dated May 1828
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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

the expression of an emotion


^ Storm Clouds Over Landscape with Trees. 2013. watercolor.  6x9". © Bullock Online 2013  



^ Sketchbook page showing storm clouds over a landscape. 08.2012. © Bullock Online 2013

"Every genuine effort in Art is complete. It is the expression of an emotion, and being such is finished."
- Alfred W. Rich, Water-Colour Painting (ch. v), 1918

Continuing to work with a limited, 5-color palette, I am working from past sketches and notes. I have a real fascination with the idea of working representationally from notes and color sketches, and have been trying to get better at figuring it out and creating convincing effects. The attempt is to recreate something which was seen and experienced, and which is now a memory, and to do so faithfully and accurately. Yet painting is, in fact, an interpretation of that memory --- conscious decisions from the start require limiting and abbreviating the thing depicted, or at least bringing it in line with the materials at hand, ironically resulting in, possibly, a more accurate depiction by deleting everything unnecessary and leaving only the important elements remaining. And this is not an argument for total reduction. Far from it. But the history of painting is of exactly these kinds of decisions, I think, and paintings succeed or fail based on these decisions. No less so in the case of landscape painting.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Time Was Upon the Wing


[^ Evening, High Humiditywatercolor. 10 x 13". © Bullock Online 2013]

Time was upon
The wing, to fly away;
And I call'd on
Him but a while to stay;
But he'd be gone,
For ought that I could say.

He held out then,
A writing, as he went;
And ask'd me, when
False man would be content
To pay again,
What God and Nature lent.

An hour glass,
In which were sands but few,
As he did pass,
He show'd and told me too,
Mine end near was,
And so away he flew.

- Robert Herrick (1591-1674), Upon Time

While sitting on the fire escape and watching the day die out, unavoidably thinking about mortality and time and everything I want to do in what I hope will be a very long life, I knocked out this painting after a day of several failures. The failures always make the end seem nearer, so this was a nice way to finish up.

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