Part Five: Judith and THE paintings

 

I've noticed that when life goes in accordance with my intentions, nothing but good seems to come in,

And that’s exactly how I met Judith. Frankly,  for about six months, I’d even considering leaving my job because every thing seemed so screwed up, when this blonde woman almost crashed into me one day.

She stopped just in front of the entrance to the ladies room and said "hey, you're not from around here?

" Well, I ask you, who could resist that? A sign, a smiling woman lit up my otherwise dark world.

 

We kept our distance during the passing of me from Summerville Drive, with the notable exception of

one night. I was back again, attic painting at Larry's when Judith and her daughter, Tina, came to

rescue me from the fumes and the heat, and we've been together every day since. It did take me several

weeks to bring my toothbrush, and we did have to walk a narrow line at work, because of people, in

general. The following series represents both our closeness and a new sense of freedom for me, with

Judith.

 

The following seven paintings, with the exception of the first (scenes from our dining room) and the

last, a self-portrait, have caused something of a stir with people who've come to see us, and seen them as

well. Judy's family, mostly, daughters, friends, have had reactions anything from shock to mild interest.

Never did anyone have a sense of Judy in this light. She and I, on the other hand, see the paintings in a

differently. They do not represent us; literally, they represent all people in love, and acts of love.

This has been the standard line of explanation, and is a fact, but not much ground has been gained in

the acceptance of these works as generic but rather "that's my mother" keeps getting into the sentences.

 

In some sense, they are correct because the woman in the paintings has blonde hair. Judy has blonde

hair. The scenes did get painted as a result of the relationship between us, and they are of scenes adult

are familiar with. Guilty.

 

But, to me they represent a freedom that had been bottled up for a long time. One smile after another

as the series unfolded, I had found, and was in the place I needed to be, to grow as a painter, writer,

 lover and man.

 

The first painting was done in early August of 1987 and was as a result of a wedding Judy went to in

New York. I didn't go and staved home to amuse myself. The painting is of a couple, sitting at a table

with flowers between them. There are yellows, pinks, and some blue, with white around the top to

 indicate drapes, covering the windows. What I like best about the painting is the feeling of closeness it

gives me when I look at it. This painting was done from a sketch of our "breakfast nook”,

and because I wasn't comfortable painting in her living room. I took the sketch back to "the attic"

and on a Saturday, painted it. It took all day, and I remember having difficulties with her face.

Rather than just leaving it as it turned out, many scrapes were made, six I believe, until

the final version turned out as I'd hoped. Doing it gave me a great deal of pleasure and I couldn't wait

 for her to see it.

 

 

Just the two of Us (1987)

 

"we've all sat away from the world

in places where there are just we two,

combined, in the silence of knowing love.

the world is a hard place and soft moments,

love carry us into, and towards

a higher tomorrow.

 

I was with you while you were gone" .

 

 

 

After a lovely evening, and while sitting on the floor watching Judy sleep, markers found my hands and

I laid out the basis of the next five paintings.

 

Starting with SPACE, which is where I'd been, I LOVE YOU, obviously, TOUCH, whose feeling and movements excite me, and TRUTH which is what we were, and are about, these drawings fell from the

markers in less than an hour. SLEEPING completed the series. In possession of the original works, and driven with a new freedom to paint them, having won my battles with Vincent, I set off, to the driveway

on Ernestine Street to paint.

 

The conversion from marker to oils is not an easy one as I've, perhaps, led you to believe. The medias

are very different. Markers flow, and are easy to get through in a short period of time while oils require

blending of colors, thickness, concerns that never come up with markers. Having decided not to worry

about technical issues, I began SPACE and I LOVE YOU at the same time, painting on a Saturday

afternoon with a smile on my face. I was standing in the driveway with the canvas pointed towards

the street. I believe the backgrounds are still too thin. The figures, which were so easily separated with markers, ran together a little, but as they were basically pink and blue with intersections of violet, it fit

well together.

 

SPACE has a dark blue background with orange and yellow circles. and red at the bottom indicating

the space the figures had been wrapped in. The yellow hair was just impossible to stop, and could not have

been anything else. I LOVE YOU is the same scene with the figures switched around in a thin green

background. I had wanted to make these paintings in a very free style utilizing all I'd learned from past work, and to some extent I succeeded. They are my work, without a doubt, and have color and feeling.

Judy watched the making of these from the kitchen window and would come out, periodically, with a

kiss or lunch or a glass of wine. That is as good as it gets.

 

 

 

 

 

SPACE (1987)

 

"I came to you, and you, me

and we are, jointed at together.

Our bodies belong to the both,

in the each of us

upon an edge of newness".

 

 

I LOVE YOU (1987)

 

"we are of each other,

I love you Judith".

 

 

The next in the series, TOUCH and TRUTH are favorites because they are done, finally, with a heavier

 base. The subject is the same, done a week after the first two which I believe allowed me a better chance

of getting them into, as opposed to onto, the canvas. The first painting, TOUCH, has the

same figures but is laid out better, no pun intended. The colors, pinks, blues, yellows are thick, thick.

The highlights were drawn through the thick, heavy background, pulling the brush at it traced energy, movements. I had accomplished what I'd wanted, to feel that interplay, that pull, that is to engage the painting. The second, LOVE, is about closeness, intimacy, and I tried my best to get the very soul

of ourselves, and the idea, into the canvas. I hope people would one day look at these and

realize their beauty. I think that's what art is.

 

 

 

 

TOUCH (1987)

 

"I touch you, and you, me and we are,

 at that time, one. We can see magic and

 hope in simplicity" .

 

 

TRUTH (1987)

 

"the truth lives without reward

 its joy, done at the gates of freedom"

 

 

 

SLEEPING, the final in the series, and the inspiration for the others was done watching Judy sleep.

Sleeping has become our favorite pass-time. The painting has a sense of calm that sums up the series.

In looking at SLEEPING, the progression of events, the meanings in my life, as I relate to them,

came to me. It's overwhelming when I let my self get carried away with what I'm doing,

over- emphasizing my importance. What if my combinations of word and paint have a bigger meaning?

Will they have any affect? No one can know, or has control of what will happen. I do know that when

we our selves get scared with all the possibilities, all progress stops. The battle against change involves

fear.

 

 

Anyways, the point here was to talk about the work done in paint in a way that you would have a sense

 of what this painting "thing" is about and some history from here, to there, covering about five or so

years. SLEEPING gives me a summary of these paintings, all the way back to the beginning, because in

the summary of me, I am now at calm. To do this work. I'd had to put everything into perspective,

and to do that brought me to SLEEPING, and my first self-portrait, only attempted at calm.

 

 

SLEEPING (1987)

 

"my breath come lightly, and my hands

move with colors Judy, sleeping,

 this gives me a sense, of the

sense of it all.

the world, is outside of us".