Artwork: Wish you were here

Downtown Richmond comprises a small crop of old brick and newer concrete structures, a circle of interstate and train track, and a hook of James riverbank. There’s a narrow canal within and a fair arrangement of low hills surrounding, which one community or another lays claim to as gentrification wars forge on. Walking bridges cross the James to various islands or the not-so-distant shore where deteriorating, abandoned structures remain. And over plush treetops, one glimpses layers of factories with their stacks puffing steam, or office buildings gleaming like jewels in midday sun.

I cannot help but wander among these things daily, seeing something new and notable each time, returning to the studio to recreate the essence of this city. Over and over, photograph the mosaic of buildings where road and trestle rise and intersect. Then, in my little paintings—the play of geometry in colorblock, swipes of line for water or street. The repeated arches of bridge supports. Layers of other materials accrue, like what the passage of time does to old structures.

Oddly, when I make these paintings, I am thinking about my past – but I did not grow up here. Somehow, my memories have become mingled with layers of Richmond experience. The feel of cobblestone underfoot and underwheel remind me of the stone, slate, and brick walks and roads in my hometown of New Orleans. Elaborate, stacked framework around doors and windows. Wrought iron gates and carved balustrades.

So these days, in the art studio, I am working to create postcards to myself—not-quite-mailable memories and impressions of who I am and where I was and where I walk today. My childhood stamp collection has worked its way in—valuable to no one, apparently, but me—and therefore the perfect postage for personal reflections and promises. I cannot say for sure where the paintings will take themselves though.

I have been playing with varied media. The oil paintings were first. Some encaustic experiments next. Cold wax recently. And too, I’ve conducted acrylic explorations with heavy applications of gloss to appear like resin. I found a matte molding paste that when scraped over acrylic and paper speaks of encaustic-like opportunities to add and subtract, to mute and to enhance, to scrape or etch, without the danger of heat or fumes.

We’ll see what happens. In the meantime, here is a creation of bridge, river, and city with acrylic and collage, laid on a slate roof tile (Richmond roofs in the city sport that loveliness as a matter of charming norm). As I made this, I was thinking about the postcard lines “Wish you were here” and the times I have really wanted to say instead “Wish I was there.” If you look closely enough, you can maybe see two photos—a bike on a trail at Tangier Island, and one of our train bridges that crosses the James. The two are nestled so closely and embedded enough in matte paste to appear that the bike is in the water—two ideas that should not converge. Yes, a little self-conflict, but then this is who I am, a  work in progress, as ever.

New business cards. New possibilities.

My new arty business cards came in. Square. Kicky. Emblazoned with my image and stamped with a newly created email address. They radiate opportunity-to-come. There’s something about brand new business cards, isn’t there, and while these don’t fit neatly in a wallet the way some people prefer, I’m enthralled with the idea of  sharing these funky little squares. Yes, the cards are still cards. Still on thick paper. Still not magically innovative. But they are just different enough. My face studies you from them, in a painted self-portrait with lively brushstrokes in warm colors. This is not a traditional airbrushed, posed, professional photo. This isn’t hipster-chic with an ultra-urban, saturated, filtered background. (I’m not cool enough for that anyway.) They are just me. Confident. Contemplative. A bit coy.

In a recent class, my professor said that not having a unified design between site and card looks unprofessional. I have long known this, but had carelessly dismissed the idea in the last round of brand overhaul of my own work. So, as part of revealing my work in progress, I thought I would share my excitement over this one small thing that was part of all the other things: an updated LinkedIn page (expect some tweaks there still), the redone personal site (my former portfolio is stowed away), the focus on exploration of art and self, and the new email address that reflects how I do what I do and not just my name.

Just wait till the Etsy shop I have is stocked and running again! Soon. I’m on to something new at Bonner Brushwork. Check in next week and see what’s going on.