© 2014 Guy Gondron
8" x 10"
Acrylic on canvas
Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the pores
You make a fine shrine in me
You build a fine shrine in me
- Purity Ring
My first love has always been landscapes. My parents took my sister and I to Paris when we were around 14 or 15. Of course the city was amazing, but our one short trip to the Louvre...just blew me away. I say short, because any trip to the Louvre is too short. We spent the entire day there and probably saw a quarter of what they had to offer. So much to take in. If I had to choose a second path as an artist, it would have been sculpting, and in marble, not bronze or clay. Amazing work.
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 instument 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