Kismet Arts Tangent

This is one of my all time favorites. It is fused with symbolic meaning. Paul Gauguin valued drawing upon memory and imagination and pure color. Magritte used text to emphasize the flexibility of language and arbitrary assignment to objects. I’ve been swirling some motifs around in my head and here they come together so beautifully. I wrote on a receipt paper at work about some paintings I should get on. The Anniversary bouquet painting for Dan, the Garamond motif from Mac (His bathroom wall has a piece of square paper on it with Garamond written four times, seemed so beautiful and random, keeps typeface reminders) the torso vase of course residual from the Nicole Series, and my new friend (hopefully more) Carolyn, though I don’t know much about her, she’s trying to quit smoking. Smoking has a recurring theme in my life because a lot of people I care about smoke, and its tragic but alluring for some reason. The bananas are Mac’s symbol as well. They are sexy.

I originally bought this canvas to fit into an oblong green frame. Didn’t fit, so it’s kind of a freebie to experiment with no special frame or anything for it. Looking at the other trees, these branches here don’t taper. Doesn’t seem as delicate if they don’t taper.

Inspired by Paul Gaugain and Magritte, I’ve combined art and text. Not to mention the lame peace and god bless you hangings at Value Village lend themselves to renovation. The different colors in the letters remind me of synesthesia, my latest musing.

I discovered that I have two hues of blue. It works very well here. I love these VV wall hangings. Sunday, I wrote down my idea to have a set of assorted colors. I have red, purple, and now blue. I tried green tonight too, but failed– will paint over that one and try again later.

For better or worse, I added wings. It doesn’t seem as elegant as the first version. I don’t normally go back and change things. Probably because it does look a little overworked at the end.

I thought about this while at work all this week. Taking the anatomic to a new level, instead of blood, what of bone? Perhaps it is a little lacking in the branches department. It reminds me of a chicken and it’s short wings… I can fix that. More to come, I think.

I wanted to remember how beautiful Dan’s one year anniversary bouquet was. I was surprised how lovely the irises complemented the rose. The rose was actually a bright reddish organge with a yellow core, but alas, sometimes the brush gets a little too much pink on it and then I just run with it.

Real life consists of beautiful moments. I was sitting in the park with Mac, yesterday, when two puppies one black and one white started playing together on the grassy hill. I love the ebony and ivory contrast. It almost seems like a social statement or a frolicking yin/yang. I didn’t have a camera and it probably wouldn’t have captured the moment, the whimsical fancy, the calendar picture in real life.