Working on Automatic Red – Acrylic and Oil on canvas.
the story of the red i have been looking for is a long one – I once set out to find a perfect red and experimented in various reds. the red i liked turned out to be a never drying printers ink red. Six months out it was still wet to the touch. So i ended up photographing the resulting test and making an animation ( Winter Diagrams ) with it. later, after the fact, i found a corresponding fabric red in a store in the garment district in Manhattan, on 38th street. They had the most amazing collection of textiles in an enormous warehouse. i remember getting a roll of this beautiful red silk like fabric and hauling it back to Chelsea. And after came the acrylic paint i found.. a winsor and newton. and after that came vermillion and some cadmiums in oil. It’s kinda the reverse of what you’d expect but these are the best kind of stories.
Red red red.. literally drowning in red, practically drinking it straight from the tube. Love the feeling of a single wavelength of light flooding my brain. There’s a large canvas on the opposite wall that lies in wait for the flood.