Unless otherwise noted, all paintings are watercolor on paper, 60 x 40 inches
Links to all 1981-1982 Large Watercolors...
February-March, 1981 April-May, 1981 June, 1981
July 1981 August 1981 September 1981
October 1981 November 1981 December 1981
January-March 1982 April-July 1982
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July 1, 1981 |
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July 6-7, 1981. And it is the full face of an old man with long, curling hair; and it is that bird with widespread wings that bends down over all, and there is, rising up bottom center, a phallus just like mine as I looked in the mirror in the late afternoon sun just before I started the painting. So that is Grandfather Springs: the face of an old man, a dark bird, a phallus: ALL ME. The diamond has become a clear, white circle rising like a new moon behind the heap of stuff that is the rest of the painting. And the phallus? All that's left is a smear of white with blood running down. See what the moon called forth: Listen to the night wind blowing. Final title:
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July 10, 1981. Each painting must be resolved in its own terms. And when you get to the bottom, what there is, is a Black Hole. We call it fate. That which makes me, me; him, him; her, her. It is the darkest mystery of all. Out of it comes destiny, the things that I and she and he will do in our lives and the particular ends to which we will each come. It is open at that one place because it is also the womb. Final title: Mirror. |
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July 12, 1981. I saw the image this morning, just after sex. Final title: The Sexual Connoisseur. July 13, 1981. The river is flowing strongly into the future; what I must do is keep up an adequate supply of paper, paint, etc., and just follow. “Follow feeling”… be open to the winds. And the little paintings/notes I worked on today? Well, they’re just not the way. |
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 "Five old Women..." detail.
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 "Five old women in their weedy gardens by the river in the evening." July 11, 1982.
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July 27-28, 1981. In the beginning it was me, and the blue diamond was at the base of my crotch. But now that it’s over, all that feeling of a blue jewel in my groin has turned into—the whole painting has turned into—a woman with an ocean in her womb. Final title: Woman. |
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July 30, 1981. OK, so it’s two phalli, one bulbous, green, filled with sperm; the other long, red, filled with blood light. And one gives a bluish-grayish sperm, the other black, and the two sperms surround the golden pyramid. And now, two hours later, it has developed completely beyond any such ”symbolical allegorical” descriptions and become also sharper, clearer, simpler and more complex in color and shape relations… by painting out the “garbage” and allowing a vagina to appear in its proper place at the crown and allowing a heart to appear in it. Next day And beyond, also, any simply categorized, limited, “sexual desire.” It has become after working most of yesterday and this morning, a “Dawn.” Anyway, this was the end of the line.
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