One of the core pleasures of this series, was the opportunity to do detailed sketches before scaling up to their painted versions. All the pieces are 11" x 14" and priced at $500 each, any inquiries should be forwarded to info@bashcontemporary.com.
Titles:
1. Good wombs have borne bad sons.
2. Whats past is prologue.
3. A thousand furlongs of sea, for an acre of barren land.
4. The dark and backward abysm of time
5. Brave new world
6. Misery acquaints man with strange bedfellows
7. So lie there, my Art
8. Poor worm, thou art infected
9. Night kept chained below
10. Space have I to lie in such a prison
11. He that dies pays all debts
12. This thing of darkness, I acknowledge mine
A yawning Satyr-a sketch detail from one of the new works, as good a point as any to state the years task ahead, or at least eight short months of it.
So-purgatory in Purgatorium- a year of dark intents, because the nights are already drawing in, the days longer with them-the stubble greying on my chinny chin chin.
At times each
painting feels like a scab you long to pick at endlessly, except Septembers deadline
spills in through the studio cracks, calling time before the year has
begun,and as much as it's about the alchemy of drying paint right now, we're already hemorrhaging eight days into January, and I'm trying hard to keep my fevered brain on the now. Anything beyond feels intangible and full of unquantifiable possibility-maybe even disappointment.
Perhaps that is the Artists modus, the relentless need to create, to quell the endpoint, deafen the inevitable silence,fill in the gaps.
Except I can't think of that right now-I have dark intents.
Onwards then.
If I've been silent of late, its because I've been using my other voice-the only one that really matters, before large looming canvas's that are like a hungry hole longing to be fed. And whilst I can't show you anything for a while, that's me in the studio amongst the detritus of past-masters and the sketches of my intention,dressed in appropriate attire.
