I am busy preparing for my solo show, Simultaneous Passage, at the Southwest School of Art in July. The exhibition will be on view from July 18th to August 23rd. I had posted some earlier stages of this piece, “Tagia” about 3 posts back. It is built up of many layers of rust, oil and glaze mediums that are brushed on, applied by hand, wiped, scraped, sanded, smeared and gouged. The show will consist of a variety of paintings drawings and prints.
Blending scapes of land and sea, Simultaneous Passage, also blurs the lines of process, media, and viewing. The imagery triggers a memory or creates responses to birth a new one. The stories told depict a interpretation of the past. These individual moments take place within our collective memory, whether you are an observer or a creator, making us all somehow participants of the story. Art allows the viewer to become creator using their mind as an extension of the piece viewed. The events live in multiple time frames as they transition their own lifespan of creation, experience and subsequently, memory.
Alaska has one of the most visually arresting landscapes I have yet encountered. The feeling of its wilderness around you is truly inspiring. It is different than hiking in the Blue Ridge, biking in back country Central Texas trails, different than any other place I’ve been. It is the lighting directly overhead, spiraling around you never below the horizon. It is just a dirt road, a rambling oil pipeline and once that gets out of view, long stunning rolling hills of green and yellow, dashes of purple and red, blue blue mountains blocking the horizon miles away.
The sky has a volume to it. The clouds with their weighted rain filled bases wrapping up into the air turning into wisps and puffs of shape. On a clear day, looking to the Brooks range everything is just as far away as the first mountain, all others around it blending together. Then the clouds start to roll and suddenly something you thought was 20 miles away now has clouds forming between it and the other mountains that are no longer so close. Dumping sheets of gray purple rain this atmosphere creeps towards you, faster than in most places I have been. Just when you think it is getting close the cloud catches another wind drift from one of the rolling valleys and starts to wander off in another direction.