Poured Oil on Linen

In the 1950s, Helen Frankenthaler poured on untreated canvas with diluted paint.  Morris Louis knew her and openly stole.  Louis poured vivid color very precisely; Frankenthaler let it happen. I do a bit of both, but ultimately, my work is nothing like the work of the great Frankenthaler and Louis.  

These paintings, made in 2006-2007 are layered, built upon, while their work presents color “fields” or separate strips of pure color.  

My work is messy.  I set up an outdoor studio to work on these paintings.  There, I had the room to toss the large canvases around and the freedom to allow the paint to run and splatter. I had the trees to hold the drying paintings like easels and the slope of the ground and gravity to replace the brush by pulling the paint where it needs to go.

Part of the fun (and frustration) of doing these paintings is that they finish themselves after I walk away from their canvases.  Before drying, the paint continues to migrate; shapes and colors change.  Sometimes magic happens -- the sun seems to be peeking just above the water at the horizon line. I think it’s only right that a series depicting the horizon should have an element of the fleeting here-and-gone beauty of a sunset; that it should happen as if by chance.