Sunday, August 22, 2010
Diner mugs have always held a certain poignancy for me. They evoke
images of night owls, people who prefer a too-brightly lit space in the
company of other solitary coffee drinkers over going home. Edward
Hopper's paintings come to mind and his ability to portray loneliness.
Also this artist who's drawings and sculpture I discovered in the 80s.
I lifted a passage from sixtyminuteartist.blogspot.com that I'm going
to tape to my easel:
"Really work through your motivation for starting a painting—before you start
mixing colors and drawing on the canvas—and stick with this idea throughout.
Try to get that idea onto the canvas. When you step back from the canvas,
ask yourself not if looks like the subject matter—but if it feels like it. Not if
the drawing is good, but if the sensation is good."
I'd been assuming that if I handled the rendering, color, brushwork etc. the
piece would somehow magically be infused with feeling.