Local image #69
2023, Acylic on board, 30x30cm
R990.00
10% off R891.00
28 August 2023
'You belong to me.' Describe half-painted yellow flowers: opaque paint, one-dimensional, covering up, blocking out broad homogenous flat areas of yellow. Unable to see white on white, unable to see nuances, details, jostling, clumping up, attracted to each other, trying to make things pleasant all the time. Juxtaposed against areas of transparent and layered paint: dynamic movement, currents, interlaced, intertwined, not completely separated, intermingled, containing the things that surround it, except for the yellow flowers, who have outlined themselves distinctly, determined, exclusive, pure, ordered. The Apollonian against the Dionysian. But the yellow flowers don’t seem to be able to maintain purity all the time; there are some that seem to have differing yellows within them, cracking the homogeneity, interfering, falling short, and they have vacuous blank centers, underdeveloped, neglected, repressed, yet proud and certain, simple. 'You all actually belong to me.'
Local Image #67-69
30 August 2023
Someone blonde, someone dark, someone red—forming a trio. Is that Thor, Bacchus, and Cernunnos? Norse, Greek, and Celtic. Or Apollo, Dionysius, and some Greek god I don't know of yet? (12 Nov 2023 Pan? Peter Pan has red hair in the Disney movies). But the former seems more formed to me now. I think back to the friendship groups I have been part of, and so often it consisted of a guy blonde-headed, dark-headed, and me, red-headed. It strikes me that, if this is a pagan dynamic, that it could be so intertwined in my life, unknowingly. Studying these three mythologies has been quite a recent project for me. And that's what I see in the backgrounds of these three paintings: someone blonde, someone dark, someone red. The yellow flowers being mere concealments, facades. Paganism is anything but dead in my life, it seems. It breaks through unconsciously, imposing itself, manifesting in ways that I cannot recognize; my ignorance blinding me. How much sooner I could have faced these things, become conscious of them, and rout them out, perhaps? Or am I so wired, to a certain extent? How strong are these pathways in my mind? If I lived in ancient times, I would probably have been a Celtic druid.
Untangling this complexity.
'Untangle me, I dare you!'
How much of me will be left over? Would I disintegrate? Should this be done under guidance? All at once, or one step at a time?
Local Image #67-69
30 August 2023
Someone blonde, someone dark, someone red—forming a trio. Is that Thor, Bacchus, and Cernunnos? Norse, Greek, and Celtic. Or Apollo, Dionysius, and some Greek god I don't know of yet? (12 Nov 2023 Pan? Peter Pan has red hair in the Disney movies). But the former seems more formed to me now. I think back to the friendship groups I have been part of, and so often it consisted of a guy blonde-headed, dark-headed, and me, red-headed. It strikes me that, if this is a pagan dynamic, that it could be so intertwined in my life, unknowingly. Studying these three mythologies has been quite a recent project for me. And that's what I see in the backgrounds of these three paintings: someone blonde, someone dark, someone red. The yellow flowers being mere concealments, facades. Paganism is anything but dead in my life, it seems. It breaks through unconsciously, imposing itself, manifesting in ways that I cannot recognize; my ignorance blinding me. How much sooner I could have faced these things, become conscious of them, and rout them out, perhaps? Or am I so wired, to a certain extent? How strong are these pathways in my mind? If I lived in ancient times, I would probably have been a Celtic druid.
Untangling this complexity.
'Untangle me, I dare you!'
How much of me will be left over? Would I disintegrate? Should this be done under guidance? All at once, or one step at a time?