First July posting… a short one. Still recuperating from a walkthearts day in Canada’s national region with a delightful painting afternoon in a brucite mine near Wakefield, followed by a gargantuous Italian meal at our walkthearts home office. We surely enjoyed the day in spite of the scorching heat of around 38 degrees Celsius (100F) – and who said it was cold in Canada? See the pics at http://picasaweb.google.com/icscis/WalktheartsAfternoonAndEvening# and http://www.flickr.com/photos/karinbell/sets/72157624426678646/.
“On Painting” by Gilles Deleuze
A blank canvas is a space brimming with possibilities—“a painting to be made,” as Cézanne wrote. It is what Deleuze calls the “catastrophe”—nothing can be seen, yet everything is there as if one were trapped in the eye of a storm. And from this catastrophe, one must find a way out: the very first stroke, a scribble, clichés to be destroyed, “forms that fade away”; erasing, starting over; “the hand, freed from the eye, runs wild,” and then—there! “The color rises,” and so on until the final work emerges.
0 Comments