I used to think about my paintings as “extending” photographs, but hadn’t considered that much lately until these paintings. The light in the photograph I appropriated for was transitory, leaking in through the spaces between leaves above. I thought about a second later- all the minuscule changes. Light dappled. Painted the same image back-to-back on the same afternoon, knowing I’m not particular enough for exactness or likeness. This extended the image, giving it a sense of time. Or a parallel personhood between the two. The one on the right feels evil right?
Or maybe a gif would have worked better.
Ian and I printed a zine yesterday. Chris left a bag on his bed when he left for Italy last week. Inside was an apple. It was gray and mushed into an oval. Tons of fruit flies circled out. The granola was sealed.