Just a small piece on paper that I recently finished that I call Impassionata for what I think are obvious reasons. It seems a bit darker on my computer screen at the moment than it does on the easel where I photograph so it may require a new shot but for the present time this image will have to do.
This is a simple painting, one that is typical of my work. There’s a nice combination of elements in this painting that make it feel deeper than its composition including a sense of depth into the picture even though there is nothing in the background to give perspective. Perhaps it’s the gradation of the colors in the sky or the contrast between the deep red of the foreground and the bright yellow edge of the lit horizon. To tell you the truth, I don’t really know myself. The same composition with just a tweak here and there in color and texture would feel much different.
It’s a funny thing how a piece whose subject is so similar to many other pieces in my body of work can still excite me. I’ve often said that the subject matter really isn’t the focus of my work, that the passion for me comes from the color, form and texture. The subject is merely a hand extended outward to others to invite them in. Many people may only focus on the subject before they realize they are really responding to these other elements that I mention.
Well, at least that’s one theory. It may change before the morning ends. I reserve the right to contradict myself. As Whitman wrote: Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.
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