The success of the last couple paintings gave me the confidence to try a bigger canvas. I’ve done insect paintings before, and I love the sculptural forms joining up with such brilliant colors. I had the strange experience of coming back to this painting later in the day and finding myself a little shocked, almost feeling like someone else had worked on it for me. I guess that’s when you know you’ve really gotten into the right headspace for making art.
You can see that this painting is a direct response to the “Yellow Tomato” piece from the previous post. This truly crappy photo doesn’t show it very well, but the patchwork of hues here works much better at capturing these limes and the light falling across them.
I consider this to be another failed attempt – but I actually like the painting. What’s wrong with it? I was stuck on the “yellow tomato” concept hanging in my mind’s eye, rather than seeing and responding to what lay in front of me. The essence of what I like about painting lies therein: an artist is an antenna that resonates to the frequency of the subject. If I try too hard to internally modulate the frequency, I end up with a monotonous field of yellow instead of little notes of hue and shade. To me, the subject matter and what it represents is almost meaningless – it’s the facts of the paint on the canvas that matter. Wayne Thiebaud could wring so much color and life out of a simple slice of pie, the pie became irrelevant.