I saw the documentary of the ballet dancer Sergei Polunin, and was impressed. It made me proud to be human, for the amazing potential humans hold, and the places they can reach. This painting was inspired by Sergei Polunin’s “Last Dance”, where he dances to the music “Take Me To Church”. I tried to convey here some of the exhilaration of his leaps, like the human spirit reaching higher and higher…
I was in an exhibition of living statues, where people dressed up in different manners and posed as statues. This painting was inspired by one of the living statues, a woman who sat amidst what looked like rocks made of paper. I liked her pose and calm demeanor.
I had enjoyed the freedom of the abstract painting I had previously done, where I just let my hand roam freely on the paper, making random designs. I wanted to do something free like that again, but to combine the abstract lines with a clearer subject from reality. So I took a black pen and drew the lines needed to describe that woman posing as a living statue. I then continued in wavy lines, covering the rest of the paper with the whims of my hand. Next, I opened my box of watercolors and had fun applying bright colors to the drawing.
My intention was to have the figure blend seamlessly with the rest of the drawing, making her part of the abstract shapes around her. The result looks to me like some sort of goddess of the earth — mother nature. She is not a figure situated in a landscape, she is the landscape itself. And while she is very powerful, it is not a masculine power, but a feminine one, very earth, slow, and gentle.
I bought myself some new pens, black artist’s pens and black brush pens. I came home and tried them out, just making random marks on a paper. I used the thicker brush pen to try my hand at straight lines, as well as curvy lines, and what came out reminds me of books and geological folds. As time went by the random marks turned into a strange fantasy land, glimpsed at through the covers of the books, or so I imagined. I took out my paints and carefully added color.
Trying to catch light in a painting is like trying to hold water in cupped hands. Trying to capture the light of a setting sun is a race against time, as the colors change by the second.
This I painted last week, but did not like it much. I remember once I almost tore up a painting that I had just finished because it did not please me, but I didn’t, and instead let it lie on my table, and went to sleep. The next morning when I looked at that painting, it seemed much better, and now I can even say that I like it quite a lot. I hoped that this painting will improve over time as well, just by letting it lie on the table. It did improve a bit, and I find that I am starting to like the colorful palette, as well as the softness of its washes.