Paint for Painting’s Sake

I took my first bearings from all those artists who believed that objects existed as excuses to make paintings.  Painting has its own raison d’etre, and so if you paint a bowl it’s perfectly okay to exaggerate its contours, to have it provocatively out of proportion, to build its sides in thick strokes of paint and to have the atmosphere that envelopes it emerge from the same rich, thick substance.

The painting whose subject is solely an empty vessel has for its meaning “reality” itself.  From rim to rim, what have you got except empty air?  And into that air we can do little more than project thought.  The color red, like empty air similarly prompts its own dignity of being.  Red merely is.  Not only its symbolic association with vitality but it’s plain ol’ physics of being the low wavelength make it a beckoning presence.  Here’s a picture about nothing with all the Seinfeldian baggage such a claim inspires (not that there’s anything wrong with that).

Painters have every right to make pictures that it might seem only their mothers could love.  But a blue and gold bowl on a vivid red cloth has no need for explanations.  It’s its own picture.  A real painter’s child.  This bowl is twice the painter’s child since it’s a painting of the blue paper mache bowl that the artist formed in out-of-proportion shape from the start.

[Top of the post:  painting by Aletha Kuschan]

Swimming Right

The same fry, that was drawn a couple posts earlier, came from this momma fish made of paper mache.  She looks one color when swimming left.  And she looks like this when swimming right.

These differences in color come in handy sometimes.

Something Fishy

This little guy spawned in a notebook.  He is a drawing of an imaginary fish composed of paper mache who sometimes swam one direction and then swam in the other direction. 

He is an idea of a fish.