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Guiding Light– Coming to West End Gallery




Beauty, Inspiration, Magic, Spellbound, Enchantment, as well as the concepts of Serenity, Silence, Intimacy and Amazement. […] They have never ceased to be my guiding lights.

–Luis Barragán, acceptance speech for the Pritzker Architecture Prize, 1980




Luis Barragán (1902-1988) was an influential Mexican architect whose buildings were a blend of Modernism and traditional Mexican culture. They are marked by his use of bold colors, simple natural forms and materials, the play between light and shadow, and spaces that invited introspection and contemplation. Looking at his work, I was struck by his use of color, particularly his vibrant yellows and pinks that were bold but surprisingly calming. It was easy to see why his work is considered emotional architecture.

I was also struck by the qualities he listed above in his acceptance speech for the Pritzker Prize. We all follow guiding lights of some sort in our lives, attributes that form the paths we follow, the dreams we dream, the beliefs we hold sacred, and the standards– the ethics and morals– to which we personally adhere.

I would like to think that my list is not too far removed from the list of Barragán, especially those final four concepts he mentions: serenity, silence, intimacy, and amazement. I might throw in harmony. They certainly were close to the surface of consciousness while at work for my new exhibit, Guiding Light, that opens two weeks from today, Friday, October 17, at the West End Gallery.

The painting at the top, Guiding Light, 24″ by 30″ on canvas, provided the title for this show. I also believe it perfectly transmits those four concepts, particularly the serenity and silence. And though it depicts a landscape with distance and depth, there is also a sense of intimacy, as though the moon here is communicating directly to the viewer. That might also be the source for amazement, something that often comes with revelation.

This piece also makes me think about what other guiding lights each of us follow. Were they always influencing us from day one or did they one day rise up and become visible to us, like the moon rising in the evening? I think some of my guiding lights were present from childhood, but some have risen in my own sky, becoming more apparent and important to me as I age.

And how closely does each of us follow what we believe to be our guiding lights? I certainly follow mine more than when I was much younger. Well, at least I think I do.

Maybe self-deception is also a guiding light? I sure hope not though I think many folks do see it as one.

I have often employed the simple shape of the sun/moon in my work as a symbol of guidance and of something greater than ourselves.  This show, my 24th solo exhibit at the West End Gallery, is filled with moons and suns. I have come to see the sun/moon as being equal in importance to my work as the Red Tree or any other of the icons that often inhabit it. As an element, it creates a palpable presence in each piece.

The third eye of the painting? I have to think on that.

As stated above, Guiding Light opens at the West End Gallery two weeks from today, on Friday, October 17, with an opening reception that runs from 5-7 PM. Also, on Saturday, November 1, I will be giving a Gallery Talk at the gallery beginning at 11 AM. Keep an eye for more details in the coming weeks.

Here’s a song that has been in my head for a couple of days. I was big fan of the album Pontiac from Lyle Lovett years ago when it first came out, but in the confusion of time and space, it somehow, for no reason, fell off of my playlist. While building frames the other day, I found the CD and played it for the first time in quite a while. It reminded me of why I liked it so much and made me wonder what other music that really hit the mark had fallen to the wayside. This song, Simple Song, has been stuck in my head ever since and seems to fit this painting this morning.



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In the Light of Stillness— At West End Gallery



it was the kind of moon
that I would want to
send back to my ancestors
and gift to my descendants

so they know that I too,
have been bruised…by beauty.

― Sanober KhanTonight’s Moon



I have things to do this morning– work things for a change, not doctor appointments or tests — so I am reposting a post from about 8 years back that has been heavily reedited.



The poem above was taken from the book Turquoise Silence from contemporary Indian poet, Sanober Khan. I like the thought that beauty makes such a deep impression that it bruises us in a way. And that effect by the moon seems the perfect example as its beauty has been our most dependable companion since we first came to be here, whenever that might have been.

We often pay little attention to the moon as it rises and falls through all our nights. We fail to notice the path it traces across the sky and the light it reflects down on to our world as we remained focused on our earthly matters, always looking downward.

Yet, every so often, it refuses to be taken for granted and demands that we stop and take it in, to admire its cool and distant majesty. To make us consider that it has looked down on all that man has done in our relatively short time here, at least when compared the time that the Moon has looked down on our planet. To think that it has witnessed the building of the Great Pyramids, the conquests of Alexander the Great, the birth of Jesus, the explorations and sailors that circled the globe, and the rise and fall of empires, and so much more. It was even kind enough to welcome us as we came to visit it in the distant space it occupies.

It has witnessed us at our best and at our worst, stoically withholding judgement. It remains forever a true companion to the most and least among us. There is a raw element of beauty in the moon to those who appreciate it that almost leaves a mark behind, its memory serving as a bruise’s touch to remind you of the sensation.

It makes me wonder if that person who does not see the beauty in the moon even has the ability to see beauty in anything. It’s a thought that makes me sad because I can’t imagine what kind of person I would have to be to not feel the emotion that comes with witnessing the eternal and ageless beauty that the Moon brings us without fail.

Here’s a favorite song from Neko Case that I play here every few years. I think it’s been about four years now, so I guess it’s okay to share it again. This is I Wish I Was the Moon.



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Passing Through Blue– At West End Gallery



Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear,
Why do you light my torture here?
How often have you seen me toil,
Burning last drops of midnight oil.
On books and papers as I read,
My friend, your mournful light you shed.
If only I could flee this den
And walk the mountain-tops again,
Through moonlit meadows make my way,
In mountain caves with spirits play –
Released from learning’s musty cell,
Your healing dew would make me well!

― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust



Maybe there is something to that line: Your healing dew would make me well! The moon last night (and this early morning, for that matter) was full and bright in the clear night sky. A glorious supermoon.

Though the full moon is often associated with madness– lunatics and lunacy, for example– there is also a great calming effect in standing under it.

Maybe it’s the polarity of it making you feel both insignificant and significant. You feel small compared to the magnitude of a universe where the gigantic moon that looms over us is miniscule by comparison. Yet in the bright moonlight, you are illuminated and made to feel larger as you cast a long shadow on the ground.

Or maybe it is just the moon’s symbolic nature, still and steady as it serves an essential service to humanity in the way it reflects the hidden sunlight into our dark nights.

Not a bad example to emulate– quietly steady and bringing light to others…

Here’s a classic from Frank Sinatra, Fly Me to the Moon. I never actually wanted to go the moon, never ached to travel in space, but I have often wanted to be transported there in the way this song describes. And fortunately, I’ve made that journey many times.



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Now I’m standing in the wake of forty years
And from this prison I have broken free and clear
And I’m praying that the morning won’t catch me here

— Full Moon, Peter Bradley Adams



The small painting above is called Under the Blue Moon. It’s headed to the Principle Gallery for my annual show there which open June 4. This year’s show is titled Between Here and There and is my 22nd show at the Alexandria gallery.

It’s hard to believe that it’s been 22 years since my first solo show at the Principle. So much has changed in the world. My work has also changed but it is an incremental thing, one that I would like to believe maintains a consistency even as it changes.

This piece is a good example of it, painted very much in the same style with a similar process to the work I was producing back at that first Principle Gallery show in 2000. But while it maintains its recognizable features, it has changed, with colors that are more intense and a bit more layered and complex. The suns and moons in my work have grown in size over the years, as a result taking on a more prominent role in the composition.

That’s definitely the case here. This piece just feels good for me with the colors and angles of the forms triggering a lot of different responses within me. It has a feeling of the vulnerability of a confession for me, the Red Tree standing in the wide open beneath the unwavering and all-knowing eye of the bluish moon.

What hasn’t it seen? What doesn’t it know?

Makes me wonder and that’s all I ask of it.

Here’s song to go with it. It’s from singer/songwriter Peter Bradley Adams, whose songs, which are classified as being Americana which is a term that says a lot without saying much about what the music really entails in subject or form.  I have just recently started exploring Adams’ work and this song felt right this morning. It’s called Full Moon.



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Man on the Moon

Good news– heard we are going to finally put a man on the moon!

Did someone miss something somewhere?

Feel like we’re on the Hindenburg just before it catches fire. Oh, the humanity…

 

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The moon, like a flower

In heaven’s high bower,

With silent delight

Sits and smiles on the night.

—William Blake

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Finished this new painting just the other day. It’s a very quiet, almost meditative piece that I am calling Moon Flowers.

It’s a piece that I find myself looking at a lot these past couple of days. While it is simply constructed, there are some there things taking place in it that keep my eye occupied. The relationships between the beds of flowers, for example, with their individual color vibrations and shapes. Or the relationship between the moon and the path below. There seems to be a connection between the two.

These relationships and the organic quality of the lines within it give it an abstract quality that I like very much. If I just let my mind go where it desires, it allows me to move beyond what seems to be represented and see something quite different.

Or rather, feel something quite different.

And ultimately, that is what I hope for in my work– to move the viewer beyond the representation of the image presented. How that’s done, I do not know. Maybe the answer is somewhere on that path under that moon. Maybe that is what I am seeing in this picture that is pulling me in.

Only time will tell.

So, for this Sunday morning music let’s go with a piece with an apt title, Moonflower, the title track of a 1977 album from the great Carlos Santana. Hard to believe this piece is over forty years old now. Time!

Have a great day.

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How well do we know our own shadows?

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Moon and Mood

Moon and Mood

There are several paintings in my upcoming Layers show at the West End Gallery that feature the moon quite prominently.  I showed one, Moonlight Revelation, earlier in the month in a blog post.  I like these pieces as there is usually  a certain moodiness, a placid and contemplative feeling that permeates the work.

I don’t know if its the moon or the bluish tones that I use to represent the night sky, but is has a very calming effect on me.  The piece shown above, Moon and Mood, is a 16″ by 20″ canvas that very much represents this feeling that I describe.  Its purplish blue sky and pale moon give the the horizon a hazy, misty feel which creates a mysterious atmosphere.  If you’ve ever looked across broad moonlit fields, you’ve probably had that feeling that there are things there that are barely visible.  The imagination sometimes creates possibilities, some far from the realm of reality,  for what these things might be.

Below, is Traveler’s Moon, an 8″ by 24″ canvas, and the aforementioned Moonlight Revelation,  24″ by 24″ on linen.  Both are also part of the show.

The show, Layers, opens Friday, July 25th, at the West End Gallery in Corning, NY.  The opening reception runs from 4:30 until 7:30 PM.  The exhibit hangs until August 29.

Traveler's Moon

Traveler’s Moon

Moonlight Revelation

Moonlight Revelation

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