Sorry, I'm just in a pessimistic mood. About everything? No: just about the good old Homeland™. Where are we really headed? Greatness? What does that look like to you?
It's something I explore and see inverted in the backup mirror of my sketchbooks. Bonne journée!
As I go along, I am assembling my 2016 Observations into a book of some sort (it's up to 340 pages now; I need to edit at some point --It's only July!)
Already completed books are available on-line.
Nature abides… despite all the craziness of this year (or was it last year? Or next year?) the river flows over the dam nearby. Ducks, geese and herons come and go. The water level goes up and down. Algae blooms menacingly earlier than ever in the Spring and otters make snow slides in subzero winter. And with the seasonal rounds, care and detachment embrace in my mind. This is something worth committing to something slightly more permanent than mere memory: charcoal and ink on a piece of flimsy paper for instance.
Who might commission these works? What might they illustrate? The price is right: sanity and a gift to an insane world. À votre santé!
Last weekend, I made it over to the Harvard Art Museums in Cambridge. I hadn't been there in years and the museums (The Fogg, Sackler and Busch-Reisinger) have been transformed into a state of the art facility that house extraordinary and familiar works from all over the world.
Below are my random observations and even more random attributions and information related to the works. Sorry, I can look further and get details to you.
While in museums, my operative mode is: Omnivorous Scavenger. Each work draws me toward it, like a moth to a flame. They become mirrors in which I gaze into my own delighted artistic abyss. I pinball from ancient China and Bernini's clay-spattered workshop to Botticelli, his ears ringing with the reactionary logic of Savanarola and to a time called "Everywhen"…
I hope you enjoyed this tiny tour. If you're ever in town contact me and let's go a museum together.