A superb art media, Watercolor (Aquarelle) offers unlimited possibilities to the creative spirit.
Watercolor (aquarelle) is best understood by exploring the art of drawing.
Drawing and aquarelle, a visual milieu.
Metaphor and the visual element as a symbol of the dance of life and what it means to the artist. It is the human condition and the events of it that drives the artist and his art”
Comments of complete and incomplete paintings (watercolor) are central to our conversation of painting. Our focus is on works in progress, artist point of view and processes that targets the the watercolor application exclusively.
The selected artwork of this post are details of a cross section of large format watercolor paintings that measures 7’. 5″ x 7′. 5″ (courtesy of “C. Fiddler”. There are finished works and works in progress. The artist watercolor paintings uncover a degree of unorthodox methods in watercolor application. His control of the media on paper suggest that his technique and treatment is borne away from the traditional norm of technical an expressive execution. Yet his work embodies the history of tradition and practice. He is not afraid to venture into a succinct departure that is rich and vibrant to achieve the complex materiality of light he desires to project in his art-works
He engaged the paper before him, bereft of image, he took several paces forward, brush held aloft, he gestured, moist saturated pigment dripped from the paper before him. Succulent as the soft delicateness of an overripe mango, fresh and unrehearsed he painted. Ritual perhaps? Everywhere there are flowers, carefully placed, unfinished pieces of artworks scattered about, some hanging and others in various stages of completeness.On the studio north side an out-of-place clock hangs upside-down weather by purpose or accident a soft warm spring light graces its oval face, yet its hands kept flawless time. “Love of ten Springs” he repeated, moving back and forth, sideways, left and right, alike a ballerina’s adagio. Large sheets of handmade papers populate the studio central wall, virgin white and under plastic covers waiting to be touched by the artist oversized sumi brush that graces Madame Tensprings.
It is early morning Saturday, the customary hard light and morning din has been turned down, not many moving vehicles and thunderous garbage trucks banging their way into an otherwise sonorous hell on Wall and Boyd streets.