Archives: Alone Together
The staccato of the surface gives me the mph of the wind on the beach that day.
I have spent about a decade studying W.E.B Du Bois’ concept of double consciousness: the sense of looking at one’s self through the lens of others.
He makes the “I” out to be “a resting zone … a meeting place.”
The piece is an exquisite consciousness enhancer.
Raoul Middleman, Recent sketch The Pandemic has shut down museums and for the time being we've lost that kind of first hand visceral experience we get looking at art. I already miss the oomph and goop of oil paint escaping from the pores of the canvas: brushed,...
I thought of the Intimists… and how they make ordinary objects, including cats, absolutely transcendent.
I have everything I need, except the lodestar that has gotten me this far, in a life that has revolved around art.
These two artists represent my dilemma: private vs. public, personal vs. political.
I never felt in isolation; there was a life I needed to address.
It was intended as an exploration of nostalgia, to create a conversation across many different types of loss.
I have been painting portraits from obituaries on poured plaster/acrylic plaques since the pandemic began.
While googling ‘how to fertilize tree peonies and will they grow in the shade’ I for a minute linger on the Washington Post main page and get enough in two seconds to know the world is bad.