Acrylic & oil on stretched canvas.
“But the heavens, wrapped in wonder, knew the meaning of His birth…”
It’s fleeting. It’s fragile. There’s never enough of it and everyone wants more of it. It plays a pivotal role in many films, as well as everyday life. Things happen “just in time” or someone or an event has “perfect timing”. For a concept so abstract, it’s something without which we could not function. I was inspired by the haunting final track of Inception, a gorgeous soundtrack by Hans Zimmer, one of my favorite composers. The piece builds and builds, increasing in intensity and emotion, sucking viewers helplessly into the final minutes of the movie. The piece is aptly titled Time.
I tried to represent the contrast of both the muddy, vague concept of time with its delicate nature. As with so many things, this painting began one way and went a completely different direction. It photographed a bit strangely here: the background is much more muted, but the bronze paint is actually that brilliant. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, so I stepped away from it for a few days. Remarkably, I still liked it. In this instance, taking some time was a good thing.
I remember the second plane hitting and the towers falling. I remember people running out of the city, the mass exodus across the Brooklyn Bridge, citizens coated in thick layers of dust and dirt and grime. I remember smoke and fear and sorrow and shock. What I remember most clearly, though, the first thing I ever think of when I hear “September 11” is people jumping out of windows. I remember the horror of watching people just like me, taking a hopeless situation into their own helpless hands and jumping, falling, clothes and limbs flailing about as they plummeted to earth and eternity. This is my clearest memory of that day.
CAVEAT: The following is a semi-sarcastic tirade of mine. This is not meant to start political arguments on my blog because, honestly, I just don’t care. Argue your politics on someone else’s blog.
If you’re still reading:
Global warming was not a smart term to create. No one understands it. Everyone keeps expecting temperatures to become higher and higher, all year, until the earth itself bursts into a massive ball of flames. I believe “climate change” to be a better term. Summers are far more hot, humid, and unbearable and winters are far more harsh, icy, and unbearable than they were when I was a kid. There’s been a huge increase in natural disasters, though they cannot be directly linked to climate change. But, come one! Russia is on fire! Greenland and the Poles (band name, anyone?) are melting! Jellyfish are taking over the ocean!
I find the whole climate change/global warming debate interesting: everyone seems to have scientific proof to back his/her opinions. I saw Al Gore’s film in my college chemistry class……what is it called? Something with an “I”……I don’t know, I can only think of Inception (awe-some!). I guffawed at the animation of polar bears becoming trapped on icebergs which floated out into the ocean, slowly melting until the polar bear had to swim for its life. Some say I have a twisted sense of humor, and that may be/is true, but I think Al went a bit over the top. The ice shelf may be melting, but I don’t think all the polar bears are so feeble-minded as to hang out on only those parts of ice which are breaking away. And, seriously, they wouldn’t realize what was happening and shift it to the mainland until they reached the middle of the ocean?!
ANYWAY, I painted the following piece based on some recent images of the melting of the ice shelf in Greenland. Greenland is melting!!! 🙂 I used only three colors and painted about 90% of the piece using a palette knife. In other words, this piece stretched me in many ways, and I’m really happy with the results.
I was never a little girl who wanted to grow up to be a ballerina, a princess, or an actress. Nope, about third or fourth grade I went through my very own “what-I-want-to-be-when-I-grow-up” phase. The careers I most considered were marine biology, meteorology, and astronomy. Yeah, I was a bit of a freak child. Though I went on to do none of those things, I still have a deep fascination for the sciences, especially astronomy. Have you ever seen any of the images sent back by the Hubble telescope?! They’re like massive, richly colored paintings, displays of color and light out in the great vastness of space. Anyway, I was inspired to create a piece based on those miracles of space, namely nebulae, where, quite often, birth is given to new stars.