Jazz Green : fine artist. Artist journal, a blog, musings on art, an artist's perspective.

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Jazz's Journal
Sun, 18 May 2008
No oil painting
The subtleties of texture, the beauty of surfaces, are all but lost when reduced to the size of a postage stamp... (works in progress)

I suppose I should explain that in these (there are two more in the series) my primary occupation has been in the merging of layers, the textural fusion between one type of matter and another. They are greatly magnified views of the meeting of two organic surfaces, inspired from a microcosm of nature observed, but in the process of painting, the appearance of a distant horizon emerges, perhaps a shoreline, or a cliff face, the side of an old ship, eroded waterlines, drifts, seasonal traces... and within that a vision of change, of destruction, natural disaster, the aftermath... of drought, flood, quakes and surges, from fire to permafrost, the smouldering ashes, the seeping sludge of time... an apocalyptic landscape of decay and ruin, a landslide of the mind, warped and twisted... It's no oil painting...



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