© 2014 Guy Gondron
Acrylic on canvas
Golden hour over the Everglades.
St Johns River, Florida.
I tend towards impressionistic styles more than anything. The looser, the freer the splay of color across the canvas the better. Not so mush the dry-brushy qualities of Monet or Hassam, though I love their work. Cassat, Manet, Caillebotte. I feel like the paint should look wet, like it's just been spread over the previous colors, the texture popping.
That moment when you're standing back from a painting and it looks like you're there, like it's a photograph but with that quality a photograph can never achieve. And then you step forward a foot or two and you notice the trees aren't quite trees. And then another step forward and you see the sky is a spray of color, not soft clouds scudding across azure. So you have to go right up to the canvas, nearly touching it with your nose and inspect the brushwork, the bristles of the instrument apparent in the pigment and see the rocks and the grass for what they are - brilliant, almost random flecks of inspiration, mere motes of oils and painstakingly ground minerals, put there by a person, and you think, "I can do that..." To me, that was art. Though it was clearly genius there on the fabric, in that rendering, you feel the human hand, that person's soul looking back at you.
acrylic paint and brush