I continue to try and record this theme. The theme of looking for beauty in the banal. After all, this is the reality that exists outside the mind. My mind may be busy with all sorts of goings on, when it finally decides to engage outside itself it simply exists, it just observes, it tries to live in the moment. Art has as one of its components an idea of non utility where it has no purpose for something practical. It is meant only to be contemplated, to be stared at, to be engaged with it exactly at the moment. I know it may be a cliche to write this but a painting (the kind I strive to create) is there to take a break from the frantic social media checking, email replying, information gathering internet. I want to just stop and look.
One of the aspects I am aware of is the difference in the quality of light that falls over south Florida as compared to where I am from in northern New Jersey. One of my favorite paintings by George Bellows captures that northern light most strikingly. His "Winter Afternoon" painting gives me comfort. In that painting he captures the view of the Palisades where I grew up. I knew well the little jagged orange that represent the morning sun on those cliffs. I can go on and on, my point is that the representation of light is a catalyst to certain moods for me. In this painting a torrential rain had fallen over my studio in the early evening. As it often rains here the clouds moved fast and it was clear again leaving the parking lot wet. Little puddles acted like a mirror to the sky above. The light danced and jumped all over my vision bringing me a sense of excitement that I had to try and capture.