I would like to apologist to Gigi Franklin for leaving her out of a blog I wrote on the OIA. ( Organisation of independent artists ) I was in charge of publicity and she became my assistant. She was a tremendous asset . She would never take no for an answer and won us so many reviews with the media. I am indebted to her for her help.
Ms Franklin is a great artist and has a fine eye. She went on to curate a show ” Dissonance and Harmony ” at the Lincoln Art Center that was a great success. Once again Gigi, my apologies.
The female figure divine. The female figure has entered my work so often, it seems to be always present. As I watch my grand daughter grow, now ten, I see the progression from childhood to woman hood. She is becoming tall and slim and willowy.
I grow orchids. One has to be patient . Just this week they came to life and with rapid speed they seek the light. Like my grand daughter they will rapidly grow into beautiful flowers delight and intrigue the eye.
Two weeks ago I was visited by a relative of Bob Thompson’s. Jeff Cooper. He is a nephew of of Bob’s. He is a film producer and is doing a documentary on Bob. He was accompanied by Anthony Staten who is helping produce it .
As I had known Bob very well they wanted my input. I also have works by Bob that they wanted to include in the movie. It was all very professional and took about six hours. They headed of to Provincetown Mass to document more work. I gave them a few people to contact, especially April (?) Cabral who owns a large and beautiful work of Bob’s ” St Anthony and the Dragon” that he used to have hanging in his bar ” The A House” back in 1959.
I wish Anthony and Jeff the greatest of luck with this documentary about Bob Thompson who I believe to be one of Americas greatest artists.
In Ibiza Spain, when Bob and I had no paper we would take old art catalogs and work over copies of the old masters. We would interpret them with our own shapes and colors. In the gouache above top, one can see the demon shaped head he introduced to his work via Goya.
The fourth dimension exists only in the individual. It is arrived at by mind cultivation. Unlike the other three it cannot be perceived but only felt.It lays dormant. It can happen in any individual, but it has to be focused on intensely. However it can come about at unexpected moments. When Robbie Burns wrote ” Ode to a Mouse” it came about when he was a farmer and ploughed through a nest of mice that had worked hard to build a winter nest with food supplies. To anyone else it may have been dismissed as unfortunate and to others it may have bought delight. But to Robert Burns it took him into that forth dimension for a moment. In that split second he saw how he had destroyed a precious thing . “Och wee timeret curious bestie och what panics in thy breastie. Och, the best laid plans of mice and men ofttimes gang aglee. All the hard work ,time , and effort that those mice had put into their home was gone, In that split second the poem was formed in Robert Burns mind.
A flash , a peek, a gimps, that’s all one gets of the forth dimension and nothing more. A gimps of that elusive truth. It is what keeps us searching , our appetites have been whetted. Every one is prone to this , but artists always searching for perfection are apt to find it more often. Often the reason art become priceless. Only the individual can experience the fourth dimension . It can arrive when least expected.
This painting came about while I was working on a Mad Cow series. We are all endangered one way or another. How long can the planet sustain the population. I came to the US in 1954. The population was 150.000,000 it is now over 300,000,000. It has doubled in sixty years. Another sixty years and the US population will be 600,000,000. All of these people have to be sustained and this is just the States,
For me paintings come about in odd ways. I never plan for a painting as it does not quiet work that way for me.
I start just by making a mark that leads to another and another that takes me into the storage department of my mind. Shapes and colours begin to appear, places I have been, things I have seen and felt. I just read an article about consciousness. The article mentions people out of the past who have struggled with what it all means. There is a moment in painting and I mean a moment, a flash, when one has an understanding of consciousness. All is understood for a brief moment in time. One is given a glimpse of the truth. Really it is a tease , but it wets one’s appetite for another peek. And so we continue the search for another brief peek at the truth.
All the research in the world will not be able to put it into words and they are puzzled by this. I reach it through poetry and painting leaving evidence of my glimpse of the truth.
figurative expressionist artist …………………………………………………………… This is a blog by the artist expressing thoughts on his own paintings as well as experiences with others relating to his daily life and life of painting since the 1950s. …………………………………………………………………. Paintings are posted with words from Bill that are as varied as extolling on the successes of his children, JZ and Liza, to the milestones of his grandchildren and on to his memories of fellow artists, collectors and shows. His art and words touch on things like politics, religion and the weather. ……………………………………………… For Bill, art and life are interwoven. ……………………………………. …………………………………