S U M M E R 2 0 1 6 has been and still is a rich mix of output and introspection for me.
Firstly, my artwork is on display during the entire month of August at THE GRIND coffeehouse here in Cedar City,Utah. Come on in for a great atmospher filled with great people (and great art)! Also, I’ll be demonstrating my paintig technique in front of THE GRIND on Friday, 26 August.
Did I mention their WONDERFUL coffee ?
Secondly, I see now that I am an “old school” climber: I’ve been at camp for a couple of months, specifically at the Beaver High Adventure Base, a BSA (Boy Scouts of America) camp here in Utah, working as a climbing instructor.
My co-workers are all two-to-three (gulp) decades (gulp) younger than me. Their climbing style is very dynamic and gymnastic, and the dificult routes that thwart me are their starting point. Youth is clearly a big part of that, but… My explorations of places beyond our established climbing area seem to both confound and delight them. The exploratory aspect that seems to be integral to nearly all of my climbing (and often seems to be more fulfilling than the “it-looked-good-from-a-distance” rock) seems to be missing. Our very approaches to the activity seem to be opposite: The young “rock jocks” want technical difficulty, even if the “problem” is just a boulder, meanwhile; I don’t care if a feature is an easy climb – If it’s a few hundred feet up and very exposed, I want to climb it.
To each his/her own, I suppose.
I, with my old-school climbing ethic, was utterly delighted when a young scout tied-in to the rope, assessed the rock for a few seconds, chose his “line”, and stuck to it, unceremoniously, ca-chunk, ca-chunk, ca-chunk. Maybe that’s just the way they do things in South Asia (his home until recently, judging by his very heavy accent).
Such was and is a thing of beauty. It’s what we used to call “climbing”.
Thirdly, my latest painting is tentatively called, simply, “Isla Robinson Crusoe”
This is the picture as it appears lit by a light bulb on the cieling.
“Robinson Crusoe Island” is part of the Juan Fernandez archipelago off the coast of Chile in the Pacific ocean. It is so named because it is the island where Alexander Selkirk was abandoned, stranded forfour years all alone in the early 1700s. His story is commonly cited as the inspiration for Daniel Defoe’s classic novel Robinson Crusoe.
A very informative and entertaining article about Mr. Selkirk can be found here .
This is the painting as it appears lit by the camera’s flash.
This is probably the “busiest” composition I’ve ever painted. Judicious use of metellic and “interference” paints enhance the hypnotic aspects of the piece. The orange-to-green shape repeated seven ties is the island itself. The violet-through-blue swirls between and beyond are not really “ocean currents” or anything else, though they do become quite vine-like towards the bottom.
Something else entirely?
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