| Whispers | how the red blue yellows, the rodentiousness, the hurried strokes all …….capture the them Whisperers Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/05/13 at 9:01 am |
| Release from Darkness | i like the inversion …the upside down feelng which makes it a puzzle. The yellows and mobile reds work very well with eachother
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2018/05/19 at 5:19 pm |
| Another Side | Another side of you with the Fairfield Porter bluekk, the wall with shades of red and brown, the doodles upstanding with background of yellow on the wall as foreground as you can get. I like it.
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2018/05/24 at 8:02 am |
| Ground Support | darker darker than the usual martin, i feel the pressure of the brown verticals on the crackling dark green spattered at the base like my trigeminal head…..the ominous yellows too, and the blues just there wanting to be sky
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2018/06/04 at 9:31 am |
| Just Having Fun | very clean; nice colors; i like the yellow; i like the movement; the reddish whitish cluster in the left lower corner does not quite fit with teh abstract yearning the painting calls for… Wellborne Walker Raymond Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/06/04 at 2:05 pm |
| Forming a Family | I find myself staying with the yellow horizontal background, the green horizontal foreground; I resist the verticals. Why do I resist the verticals…..some of it me: i am having terrible face pain (trigeminal neuralgia) and the verticals are too energetic, some of it is the discordance the verticals bring to serenity of the horizontals. Robert Robert Robert Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/06/05 at 9:38 pm |
| Enlightened Vision | well….i like it…my first response was….this is different….and discovering your title thereafter….”enlightened vision” jived with that response
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2018/06/11 at 8:34 am |
| Recovery | I fear it is not looking like recovery. The blues are draining into browns, spastically darting and shooting into greens and excoriating the field of red which did not have much of a chance to begin with. Serious boundary issues thru-out bode a very guarded prognosis.
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2018/06/18 at 11:35 am |
| Beginning of Summer | I like it, I like the left quarter, I cut it off in my vision and imaginatively framed it … the engaging contrast both stark and full of a beguiling yellow light…what more do you need and how can you follow? How can you follow…and the figures to the right, the swathed blue, and all that white…..all stand depleted in recognition that they are weak aspirants of their neighbor. So seen and thusly appreciated, Wellborne Walker Raymond Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/06/20 at 6:13 pm |
| Transforming | The title of painting transforming captures a strong energy flowing from the feet of green blue and red on the left dissipating on right side to fainter colors fleeing with ink dashes of anxiety attached. I perceive a down turn of energy tempered by the unifying grounding, by a “scale of justice” balancng and by a kind of upside down fun that pays no heed to interpretation.
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2018/07/10 at 11:08 pm |
| Diving and Surfacing | Squiggles on blue pounded on by muddy brown, browns not knowing what they are doing, fainter greens sat on by fainter still block of yellow making soft noise
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2018/07/14 at 6:06 am |
| Personal Doors | oh…how the right side of the brain belies the left side; how the the swath of yellow o’er the the sea swathed blue are the “personal doors” that the cloud of green pink cabinets can only pretend to impose upon; how the stumps of searching figures will wither without realizing the expanse of sky above them….
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2018/07/15 at 8:35 am |
| Greetings | Yes, yes and all greetings are different, the cool sooothing of the cherry embrace; the organic, growth-vibe of the green; the light blue– barely whispered; the too hurt for enthusiasm green-blue-. All are separate. All are simultaneously imbued in the wave of noticing…of noticing the Browns, so earthy, so emanating a calmness and well-being
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2018/07/15 at 9:06 pm |
| Buried Past | I get it….the weight, the compression of slate black on the deadened springs of blue clenched against another block of unyielding black. The would-be geyser of yellow squeezed from all sides with the green, black, green, orange. The petrified navy-balled imprints of skull —–a mere strata.
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2018/07/20 at 6:57 am |
| Surfacing | Dislocation. How can you surface when a sky, like a very dead long shingle, and the palest sliver of mustard– like a length of discarded siding, hold you down? When your green amphibious nature confines you to the congested claustrophobic waters dominated by strokes of muddy blue and ooze of plugged orange—how can you surface?!
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2018/07/22 at 9:29 am |
| Surfacing | In reply to Martin.
What is making “the effort” –for orange, green, blue? Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/07/23 at 6:53 am |
| Surveying the Scene | The coolness of blue soothes downward like ice melting. The heat of red, like brush-fire unattended, hovers around the dabs of green standing like cacti – unaffected by the incineration around them. Why is it that a focusing on mid-level field of yellow, like focusing on the spot on floor while doing the one legged Tree Pose, can so mediate between these extremes as to encompass the scene for which the survey was intended. Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/07/23 at 10:13 am |
| Surveying the Scene | In reply to Martin.
yes! just that! Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/07/23 at 8:45 pm |
| End of Life | yellow centers and green horse head bristled-dead or dying; rust hammer-head, or brick building pounding from the left relentlessly engulfed in a concrete violet blue sky with sky blue edges; a softening light blue transmitting grey from above; rufous-sided blue-gray steel mauseleum waiting right Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/07/25 at 8:28 am |
| Filling the Void | One must start looking at “Filling the Void” by asking what is the aesthetic role of the unpainted “void.” My eyes roller coaster from the left with rolling of green and red slamming to a visual stop at the wall of the “void” space. My eyes next jump the cotton balls of yellow and circle back in the milquitoast sea of blue. All the circling is around the bristling void space. Bristling. Bristling? Yes. Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/07/27 at 7:33 pm |
| Getting Help | chatter chatter chatter chatter with drooling pale greys clouding in less pale sky blues curtained with mud-blue orange and dead lipstick pink — I Do Not leave these colors beyond the cush belly of yellow— -I do not see the pooling of dark discomfort. take it out take it out. chatter chatter chatter, Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/07/29 at 10:18 am |
| Interceding | “Interceding”……its strength for me is conveyed in the squinting. I squint at “Interceding” and receive the vertical mounting pinks and blue in tension with sea sheets slated with shades of blue languishing to white. Forget the brown ground there is “no-one I am put out with or put out by,” And what of this delinquent castle of yellow pumping in background with fingers of blue?? : “I but obey the urge of a song –I’m bound away” RF
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2018/08/02 at 7:44 am |
| Quiet Listener | There is no time for listening….to green and blue and red blob There is only blob of mud-blue brown…no ears for receipt of sound. The isolation of white, pale yellow, and barely pink between hues. Like Edward Hoppers, “People in the Sun” the ugliness, banality—-and unexpected grace– of just being blob. Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/08/02 at 3:53 pm |
| Ambassador | Pigeon blue torso bellies chest of firebrick red sandwiched by long hip of goldenrod yellow anthropormorphized maybe by attached bent leg of brown. Their ascending proximity emphatically– hashtagged with squiggles of denim—grounded with foreground horizontal ribbon of watered walnut, white-infused pink and firebrick repeat.
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2018/08/12 at 8:24 am |
| Encircled | Is it the swirling of varied blue dabs–azure, airforce, baby blue, and steel? Is it the the three dashes of pink lemonade wanting to be lavender? Perhaps it is the encirlcled eyes of mint befriended by besmudged amber squiggles wanting to be minnows? And this a search for what makes for delightful turbulance offset by a sky blue white calm in the canvas upper corner. Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/08/14 at 9:13 am |
| Enlightened Child | A red vertical, grizzled character with suggestion of arms and head on a horizontal forest green slab, maybe a rowboat foreground right on puddle of a black slashed sea with a blotchy navy blue sky to to the upper right with worming vertical greys balanced by similar greys lower left. On the left third, two firebrick pillar like verticals with slashes of mahogany echoes of the grizzled one in a steel blue, firefox darkening blue sky, A vertical lifesaver of yellow bloodied by pillar of red hangs over down the middle Grizzles.
The work stands as a tryptych almost with yellow mid third emerging closest to us, enlightened as it were. Discovering words that please myself inspired by your creation. and this process….I write with appreciation of my own. Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/08/16 at 5:05 pm |
| Contented Seal | Oh what to do with that tornado of multi-hued red, banded with space blue threatening in the left third? What solace to find on the right with the fog puffs of river yellow on the low tide of hard-packed, heirloom-shaded mudflats, or in the winding flow from sappifire cliffs pulling eyes down to an emerald green that like roller coaster brings us to gold flag of rest in upper quadrant? That it finds this motion with us. That is the solace! Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/08/17 at 3:28 pm |
| Safe Crossing | The yearning to be realistic, to humanize color, perhaps is in the eye of this beholder. The deep blue of sky becomes two rotund green blue earth people in holes. The yellow sun is spread across canvas replacing the blue sky. The gray white of night becomes perhaps ground. A semblance of green strip and brown on the edge are falling off—a disappearing world. Beyond this yearning however, I feel the rough granularity of the grey. I follow the whitish and dandelion yellow of the spreading sky and stay there until my eyes descend reluctantly. Finally, I am weighted down by the conglomerate blue green stumps of people demanding to be seen as portraits and simply not letting you go. Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/08/17 at 5:06 pm |
| Invitation to Dark | It is so lonely being yellow –when rust red is splatting on adjoining navy blue darkened waters–when weathered firebrick shingles are shacking your opposite end–when fern shades of macroalgae bloom are encroaching from north —— And all this overseen by bulbous brown bryozoans below left …..bursting with larvae…arising from a muddied pond! Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/08/20 at 7:43 am |
| Departed | A corduroy feel –the left sided cloud of maroon rasped to raspberry. A dominance of blue, more like lid than sky. The funereal invitation of the white hole with weary whitened puffs of yellow green black, cotton candy pink and carmine. The Pollack thrown black splatter. Just, last ..now seen –that strip of yellow right on top holding my eyes high. Unapprove | Reply | Quick Edit | Edit | History | Spam | Trash |
2018/08/22 at 7:32 am |