My work has been very formal for a long time, and always about making beautiful images, but the themes keep changing on me. In the beginning, the subject was the color itself. Massive, visceral color referencing nothing but its own hue. Then I was distracted, noticing things I wanted to paint—a window pane, an odd, isolated few square inches of a movie still, plaid, a restaurant awning as seen from the roof of a neighboring building—and I began to create imagery based on life. The forms haven't drastically changed, but this is bad news in the 'painting is itself' crowd, and I'm not good at keeping it a secret. Still, I find it amusing to be a subtle traitor to the modernism, and I like the work. Reinhardt might be genius, but there do exist a large number of beautiful paintings about something.
I'm somewhat at odds as of late, though, as I've only very recently got my studio back together after a year-long haiatus, and I've come to realize that since I last painted, I've fallen under the influence of the rock and roll. It won't sit still for any more still life. It wants to move, spit, snarl, sweat and get loud.
But I have some ideas.
excellent news, i can't wait to see what comes of it