I sat to respond to comments about “Ter-rain” and no sooner had I typed in the first sentence, I realized that I would need anther cup of coffee and prefer a format allowing for more than seven or eight words a line, slow motion nystagmus a bit tedious with the length of what was sure to follow further parasympathetic stimulation.
If I may digress/free-associate: I was once in an argument with a gentleman who loved to quote Wittgenstein, this before I began to put pen to paper for more than words, and he a painter of extreme self-confidence and adequate skill, a barker of sorts. He maintained that poetry had no visual aspect on a page. I could not understand his blindness to an e. e. cummings and my careful consideration of how to read a break, the purposeful negative space that allows one to know both the light and the dark.
Perhaps it was just a matter of my eyes nudging me away from words, for soon thereafter I moved to the brush.
Back on track. By preference and need, I am a Lacanian.
One of the disadvantages to the choices I made in my education was that while I was steeped in theories of Being, I avoided the fundamentals the academy punditry provided those who went through undergraduate art studies. To make up for this lack, I killed many a tree. When a photographer moved into the building and began to throw away wrinkled screens eight and ten feet wide and long, I was in heaven. By the time I decided an MFA might be a wise move, I had accumulated thousands of drawings, many that were nothing more than simple Xs, Os and lines arranged on large sheets of newsprint. I had taught myself what works. I could walk the walk. The talk, not so much.
Not surprisingly, I suppose, my nickname in grad school was “The Intellectual Barbarian,” a bit too drawn out for my taste, yet it is unseemly for one to create one’s own nick outside of online gaming.
Okay, that may be enough of that for a while.
“Line breads and the triangular mass ease the semetery.” TM, you have some idea how much I love this line, and the one word left uncorrected.
“I would buy some myself, but there is no room around my gray metal shelving decor!” Crash, I believe we all know the importance of this aesthetic choice. In fact, a friend who has just bought a house has offered to by two very early pieces. I am mustering the courage to approach a couple galleries in Portland.
As for your question about size, it depends. Some are cropped out and would have to remain small. Others without cropping can withstand 35” x 25”. The stitchings slightly larger.
MOJO, kind words here and elsewhere are greatly appreciated.
And again, TM: “I shouldn't do this on anothers blog…” I shouldn’t worry. As a tattoo, I would. Such considerations as you have outlined are effective if they are one’s intention.
“A painted wall.” Referencing certain styles of painting. The flatter the better.
“He needs depth: broken lines and masses to lead the eye back, from top to bottom or versa.” As I return to considering the landscape, yes.
Must eat something.