oil on canvas
30" x 30"
collection of Eva Saulitis and Craig Matkin
I love moving into a canvas like a giant storm head, blocking out the white canvas sky with big dollops until only a glimmer of horizon remains. Then painting in the clots of islands. I never use black because I want darks to be chromatic. Here its burnt umber and prussian blue, in thick fuzzy dumplings that float and melt slightly on the water, deep water that's so dark its almost black, gradually clarifying at the surface like a soup pot. A dab of light, found with a fingertip and the moon punctuates the scene in a buttery halo. Although I generally feel more like a chef when painting, this time I almost felt I was a weaver. The role of brown in my paintings is becoming more and more important. If blue is the warp, then brown is the weft, giving blue an essential, inky gravity.