This was actually written on October 23 and I didn’t get it posted. Silly me. But since I still think that it has something to say, I’m posting it today.
Home again after three weeks of excitement, foreignness and the acute awareness of differences. I can now say that there is a lot to be said for boredom, sameness and daily habits. Not that my life at home and in the studio is boring or bland, but being able to perform the everyday tasks of life without having to translate, anticipate or navigate allows for a more calm and considered life. I like being home.
My painter friend, Tom Hall, and I had coffee this morning. Coffee with Tom is definitely a habit that I have come to enjoy and it always gives me something to think about. His show at June Fitzpatrick Gallery in Portland is up for the month of October. I wrote about his show a few weeks ago. I asked him if he had a “favorite” piece in this show, not knowing what I really meant by that question. He said that there are almost always a few pieces in a body of work that tell him something that he didn’t know before, that lead him into a new way of working. I dare say that the “new way of working” might not be perceived by the viewer, but for him, there is something new to explore and to expand upon.
I know what he means. It only happens by working, by producing a group of pieces that seem to come from the same source. There will be one that winks at you and says, “I’m different.” Not, “I’m better.” Just, “I’m different.” There is a different sense of light or a new combination of colors or an accident of materials that was not intended. From here you begin again with a slight change of direction. You begin to count on this phenomenon and if it doesn’t happen, it’s time to change it up. It’s time to change the materials you are using, the imagery, the scale, something…not much…to allow for the surprise that leads you to the next path.
The images are from Tom’s show which is now down. More can be seen at the facebook page of June Fitzpatrick Gallery. They are beautiful but, of course, these small imitations of the originals cannot do them justice.