I’ve lost the article from which I clipped this painting — something about vicissitudes and provenance.
No matter, the painting is the thing. It trips and snares me. It’s like a knotty, naughty doodle done with psychedelic syrups from a candy store explosion. Its perfervid figuration is impudent, wickedly nonchalant.
This terrain traversed by the artist on his way to the further reaches: I could stuff my eyes with it.
I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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Incandescent Kandinsky
I’ve lost the article from which I clipped this painting — something about vicissitudes and provenance.
No matter, the painting is the thing. It trips and snares me. It’s like a knotty, naughty doodle done with psychedelic syrups from a candy store explosion. Its perfervid figuration is impudent, wickedly nonchalant.
This terrain traversed by the artist on his way to the further reaches: I could stuff my eyes with it.
(c) 2020 JMN
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I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.