paintings, drawings and musings of artist John Sanchez. "I aim to paint the in-between moments"
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Back in the Alley Trading Hands
This is the first painting I have done that is finished with a palette knife. Over the years I have been wary of paintings done with a palette knife, too many have a sort of look that bothers me. I guess the context in which I have seen these kinds of works has something to do with it: they are usually boldly displayed in cheap frame shops. They tend to have a uniform finish as if no care was taken by the artist to follow the form depicted, any how, yuck! I have developed a speed over the years in beginning a painting, I think I followed the advise of an artist I briefly studied with around 2001 or 2002 at the Arts Students League Ms. Mary Beth McKenzie. She had me begin a painting over and over again. I think that the value I have gained in this practice was to really let go of any worries as it pertains to be too perfect. You gain a sort of bravery this way because you realize that paint goes on in layers, so that any seemingly "wrong" passage can be corrected with a few more well placed brush strokes. In addition, I took to heart the idea that we have many, many bad paintings in us that must get out of us to make space for a good one or two. I share this idea now to my own students. This painting was a case in which I felt I was "correcting" too much, so I gave myself an assignment: I could only paint one patch at a time with a palette knife, knowing full well that I'd have to slow down way more than I am used to. In the end I was struck with a new sense of appreciation for the craft of painting, in that the palette and the canvas act like stenographers and record every thing that is said. The struggles are there recorded on the work and its overall look is pretty rewarding to me. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks
P.S. Does anyone know where I got the title from? I am from New Jersey afterall
SOLD SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA
A restless feeling has been coming over me these last few weeks. Another daunting move to a new studio space that may or may not be long term, my first solo show in four years at Sirona Fine Art in Gulfstream Park Hallendale Florida, the silly grading I will have to do for my students at Broward College, the juggling of private students and packing and deciding for the move, throw in long drives home, a tired wife, two energetic sons and a partridge and a pear tree. I am thinking of one of the managers I had while a short stint as a waiter some years ago, he would like to rub his thumb and index finger together whenever one of the waiters began a list of complaints saying "here is the world's smallest violin playing a sympathy piece for you, now take this fried grouper to table 4" In the midst of this I have found myself having to make sketches and notes for what may be future paintings. Life goes on and I have been insisting that art (for me)…
Being an artist is a lot like being on a rollercoaster. There are ups and downs but all of it thrilling. Thrilling can be seen as a negative with all its stress and fears. Who would want to go through that? Well, those very things can feel positive. It is understood that in order to enjoy the ride you simply accept that those stresses are part of it. Notice how most people feel exhilarated coming off the rollercoaster. In fact we tend to rush, now a days, to see what we looked like during those hairy pin turns in the photos posted as you walk out of the ride. Most people have fun.
As artist we can have stretches of time when all is great. You can have paintings, like I did, flying all over the world to live in a new homes. Your bank account can be flush with cash, no credit card debts, maybe a bit of a surplus for fun things or investments. That’s how it was for me right after my first solo show in 2005: a sold out show, some local write ups, attention, more interest in my work. Thi…
There it is, like a, well, an Oasis in the night. Poor planning, too much bravado or faith in the wrong way, or just not being aware can have you close to empty. Or maybe the road is clear, the plan is good it is just that you are cutting it close. At the 11th hour there it is, shining bright, the much needed refueling. I know many of you know what I mean. I myself know it all too well these days. My choices in life, as do yours(?) can seem difficult and the outcomes uncertain. I guess this personal post is as much motivational in nature for myself. I know these refueling stations of life exist. It may seem scary there in the dark. All we can do is to keep on driving. It will show up. It must. It has. This drawing is a reminder.