So why suddenly paint windows? It’s really not that much of
a departure from my water and night images, it is seeing two places
simultaneously although neither give up all their mystery. The viewer is forced
to explore their own memories of different places without all the secrets being
laid out by the artist. There is something that haunted me about the image I
paint or soothed me and I leave it to the viewer to derive their own feeling
from that space.
Viewing through windows is a
separation of light and shadow. There are two, very different images that mesh,
but never completely unite. I equate it with my water scenes, I want you to be
on the surface but realize there is a whole other separate world that you can
see but barely decipher. This is what haunts me perhaps that secondary
intangible place just outside our reach.
I don’t want to get too
philosophical but here it goes, it is my attempt to touch that peripheral
feeling that haunts me. The feeling in a dark room where you can’t feel or
decipher what is making you uncomfortable but its there. I believe that is what
the dark depths of the water, the distance and silence of space, that absence
outside the window.
I want to explain the absence and
separation of the self, even when surrounded by nature and beauty, there is a
lack of tangible feeling of being. It’s a frightening feeling of the self,
drifting off into some weightless vague space that you can’t really touch
anything or feel solid ground.
This is why I feel like windows
seem to be the perfect next step in the explanation of that feeling of
separateness and absence. The artist is often the viewer, who often exiles
themselves from truly being any part of the scene. While being part of it is
not necessary for the artist, there is loneliness and feeling of separation
that can get unnerving at times. I paint both of these sides of the window,
each derived from a feeling of a need for being one with nature.
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