Tuesday, October 23, 2012
The wheels keep on grinding...
I bring this up because I am having a similar reaction but without the grass. Stasis on the outside, turmoil on the inside. I'm not painting at home, or stretching canvases or in any fashion, productive. My mind is whirling with ideas but there is a short-circuit. I am taking a seminar with Carol Dupre, "Potential Space and the Found". I knew I was in trouble when I didn't understand the class description. ( Do you know what a vulgate is?) Carol is a brilliant painter and she has spurred many an artist to make the leap. I wasn't in the mood to leap, but I figured it couldn't hurt to look over the edge.
Apparently, it has disconnected my intent from my action. It is supposed to be a painting class, but so far we haven't touched paint. I don't even bother bringing paint to class. We've made clay heads, looked at death masks, read "By Night in Chile" by Roberto Bolano. (Excellent book about Pinochet's reign, but it is one paragraph, 118 pages long.) We've seen and dissected the movie, "Perfume: the history of a murderer." Lovely, twisted images to fire the synapses. "Pan's Labyrinth" is next. Last week we read about paradigm shifts in science. I love what I have learned from this, but it seems to have immobilized me.