Art as Story

Art as Story

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I was reading an article on how to describe art, and I came across the realization that while all of my paintings have a story to tell, I did not tell them.

Which is kinda odd.

Since I am a writer, too.

So I think what I’ll do is apply a little snippet of story and/or philosophical mumbo jumbo to each of my paintings that are for sale on Etsy.

Something like this:

Someplace I Saw Inside My Head One Day
Someplace I Saw Inside My Head One Day
Description

Someplace I Saw Inside My Head One Day. 16×20. Acrylic on canvas. Inspired by future travel plans my wife and I made, this painting depicts what I saw when I closed my eyes. It is not Santorini or Mykonos, but an image conjured up from a mixture of travel guides we read. I had fun with the detail.

When you paint dreams, not everything will be perfect. Think of Robin Williams in What Dreams May Come as he walked into his wife’s painting: it was a feeling that surrounded him more so than the lines and edges that nature dictates. When you look at this painting as it hangs in your living room or office, put yourself in a dream: where are you and what are you doing?

More importantly, what are you feeling?

So that’s not really a story, but it’s a start. I think that’s what the article I read was getting at: start with something and keep returning to it until you have a description that really sells your art.

Here’s another, although there’s more to the story that what I’ve written here:

Garden of the Gods
Garden of the Gods
Description

Garden of the Gods. 24×48. Acrylic impasto on canvas. This painting was completed using only a silicone size-15 Princeton spatula, no brushes. The unique method created very thick and distinct contrasts between Pikes Peak in the background and the Kissing Camels formation at the Garden of the Gods in the foreground.

The colors of this painting are intentionally strong. I did not want to force myself to find the perfect match for that rock or that tree or those snow covered peaks. I wanted to transfer my primary feeling to the canvas in a way that was forceful. The majesty of Pikes Peak reminds me of Zebulon Pike’s own follies and how we can be better prepared in life.

For the history buffs out there, Capt. Zebulon Pike first spotted what he called “the Grand Peak” on November 15, 1806. As he pushed up the Arkansas River into what is now Pueblo, he decided to attempt a climb of the mountain that now bears his name. On November 24th, a four-man climbing party left their camp to begin their ascent.

Due to Pike’s distance miscalculations, it took two days, not one, to reach the base of the mountains. On the morning of the 26th, the climb began. However, continuing miscalculations of distance and deteriorating weather prevented them from reaching the summit by nightfall.

The following morning, Pike arrived at the summit. His climbing party was treated to a spectacular view of oceans of clouds below them and a panoramic blue sky above. Their view also showed that due to their previously obscured view of the peaks from the valley floor, they had climbed the wrong peak and were standing atop 11,499 ft. Mt. Rosa.

The Grand Peak was fifteen miles away.


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