I have a problem with reality, don’t like it, would rather cut it up into jagged little pieces and throw it around in patterns of movement.
This morning I sat with a group who can handle reality beautifully.
A well known and much loved local artist Pranoto with his Australian wife Kerry each week invite artists to their spacious gallery to study the human form. A weekly reality check. In the calm and concentrated atmosphere, the statuesque Balinese model appeared in ink, chalk, pen and paint on the assorted papers and boards surrounding him. Shadow, line, expression- slowly, finely, appreciated then faithfully represented. Damn cool.
I just see his potential for action. I see his strong legs made for walking, his muscular torso made for bending and twisting, working, playing, living. So I cut up his form and threw his shapes around in patterns of action.