Tornado
119 Colonial Street #32. 5_10_17, 36”x36”, oil, wax, oil pastel, pencil on canvas.
Have spent a lot of time thinking about transparency while working on this one. And it occurs to me that nobody ever deleted a thought from their consciousness. When people don’t want to think about something we cover it up with other thoughts, louder thoughts, but none of them are opaque. Everything you’ve ever done is probably in your head somewhere, buried in a layer. And I guess at the bottom of all those layers would be guilt & fear because those two things smell bad and we cover them up like a cat covers its mess. So here we have Tornado…a funnel cloud of images & ideas
119 Colonial Street #32. 5_10_17, 36”x36”, oil, wax, oil pastel, pencil on canvas.
Have spent a lot of time thinking about transparency while working on this one. And it occurs to me that nobody ever deleted a thought from their consciousness. When people don’t want to think about something we cover it up with other thoughts, louder thoughts, but none of them are opaque. Everything you’ve ever done is probably in your head somewhere, buried in a layer. And I guess at the bottom of all those layers would be guilt & fear because those two things smell bad and we cover them up like a cat covers its mess. So here we have Tornado…a funnel cloud of images & ideas
119 Colonial Street #32. 5_10_17, 36”x36”, oil, wax, oil pastel, pencil on canvas.
Have spent a lot of time thinking about transparency while working on this one. And it occurs to me that nobody ever deleted a thought from their consciousness. When people don’t want to think about something we cover it up with other thoughts, louder thoughts, but none of them are opaque. Everything you’ve ever done is probably in your head somewhere, buried in a layer. And I guess at the bottom of all those layers would be guilt & fear because those two things smell bad and we cover them up like a cat covers its mess. So here we have Tornado…a funnel cloud of images & ideas