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.
Green can be a tough color to deal with some times. In this painting I got it to work not just perfectly for me but beyond my expectations.
Painting is very difficult. If you are a format painter like Alex Katz or Wolf Kahn one can crank work out endlessly on the same subject. It is a sort of a trap. People want a Wolf Kahn,they want a New England barn in some bright colors. Change your style as Larry Poons did from elliptical colored shapes and sales go down. Not being a format painter leave room to turn mistakes or unexpected shapes and forms into a new pathway to seeing things in a different light or way. This painting took awhile to get right. Eventually, it’s as if green led me by the hand.
Today I had a conversation with a tenant. It lasted about ten minutes. For some reason I became intensely interested in his face, There was a brightness that came from his eyes with a passion as if a light, literally,, came out of his eyes. He is or wants to be an artist. I told him it’s a long haul with long dry periods financially. He knows I have been a painter for close to sixty and was surprised I had not made a fortune. I wished him well and will encourage him at every chance.
Every once in a while I get a blast from the past. Last week I got an Email from somebody asking if I had painted a painting they had bought at an estate sale. It sounded like my work and I asked them to send a picture of it. It was mine. A work I had done in 1962 called ” “Two women and a leopard ” about 64 x 72. It was great to see it after so many years. I now have it cataloged.
For years I listened to music in my studio on antiquated equipment. I always got hand me down stuff like record players, tape players, disc players. I got it into quite a mess and paint smeared. The last disc player I had just plain stopped working.
Now my son, who is a musician and teaches at Parsons, heard of my plight. He came by with a gift one day, a stack of music stored in an Apple gadget about an inch and a half square and quarter of an inch thick. It has about a hundred or more songs on it. Beatles Jazz,Sinatra, Billy Holiday. It has made it all very simple to enjoy music. Have yet to get paint on it.
” Music in the Studio” 23 x 21.
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. ……………………………………. …………………………………