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How
can it be expressed, this moment! The erotic glance of
a lover, the sadness of loss. Hands say so much, the
way a person holds a cigarette; smoke curling into the
blackness. At this moment she's so beautiful, but what
lies in the shadows? Why does his arm reach into the
void? Are hands as expressive as the eyes? I don't know,
but I want to explore the idea. Hidden or in the foreground,
in the shadows, or staring at you with a million possibilities.
Inviting, expressing grief, remorse, or just plain self
absorption. The human face and hands are so fascinating
to me, compelling and irresistible.
Painting
is much like these things to me. I paint from photographs.
I like to interpret the moment captured in the seconds
with a camera and then... after sharing this intensity
of communication with another. The solitary confinement
of the studio, just the painting and the artist. Can
I capture the emotion, the intimacy of that moment, just
what it is that makes that person so intriguing. I will
try. Oils seem to offer the most flexibility. They seem
the most malleable to my abilities. Oils are sensual
in a way that most mediums are not, the scent of linseed
oil, turpentine and the various glazes. Say so much to
us, our eyes, nose, touching. Yes, the touch of the paint
on the skin. It can be so reminiscent of the organic
humanity of the person being painted.
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Satyr
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