“Sad to say, but glorious nature stomps on creativity. The artist becomes not a master, but a slave. On the other hand, reflecting in tranquility, uncluttered by overabundance and the need to get reality right, one is free to pass to another level.” Robert Genn, The Painters’ Keys, 20 November 2019
The freedom to move to another level slowly emerges as one carefully picks and chooses from the clutter. We live in a very cluttered world. The clutter surrounding an artist takes the form of new materials accumulated from new workshops and the constant search for that special something.
Another level is within
One thing my dad taught me was the only place we may find that special something is in the depths of oneself. It is never on the outside. No one has the answer for me except me. So as I approached a new way of seeing and the freedom to pass to another level, I chose only the techniques of interest to me. Having tried them on for a while I either kept them, discarded them or modified them. Modification seemed to be the most worthwhile.
First of all, I needed permission. Jean Peterson gave me that permission. Mixing up the media, writing into the painting, abstracting the background, abstracting everything, anything goes. While there are a few rules one must consider such as acrylics can be a foundation for oils but not the other way around, it comes down to whether this work is meant for long term or just for the moment. Considerations for longevity are not necessary in the moment. I had entered another level.
Problems with ink
Ink tended to lift from the acrylic surface so I added fluid medium. Due to a lack of imagination I kept using it in spite of the occasional less than desirable results. Finally, complementary colours gave a new meaning to black and again another level lay before me. Beautiful grays enhanced each pure colour as I applied them to the juicy spaces between the drips and drops.
Another level with neomosaic
Probably the most important aspect of the process has been my abandonment of the need to get reality right. Another level I am still exploring is what I call neomosaic painting. All my favorite elements reside here. Negative space abounds. Texture and random marks keep complete control out of my reach. Complementary colours are still unplumbed. How long will I remain here? Who knows? In the meantime, life is good.