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| The Enchanted Forest Jackson Pollock 1947 |
Kia..what? It had
been a while since I’d created a commission for the interior designer, Amelia Handegan, and as if to
make up for lost time this was a big one, a large mural and several paintings
for the River Course Country Club on Kiawah Island.
Four panels from my Kiawah mural
19th c. Japanese folding screen
It was a short cold winter day ending in that kind of
absolute darkness you only experience far from light pollution, the night lights of
city living that I’m so accustomed to. All
the roads were lonely, mostly deserted, so I had no choice but to trust the
directions that sent me further into oblivion. By the time my rental car
reached the Island I was practically giddy with anxiety. But a beautiful
cottage, stocked with food, cozy and inviting, restored
me after my transcontinental flight and ramble in the car. I was here in the low country to meet
Amelia and Leonard Long, the developer, to find out what they had in mind, to
pass muster, and to make a proposal on the spot. All went well and I was sent
back to my California studio to create.
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| Above: various views of one side of my mural installed. |
“Just get it up, get it up!” If memory serves that’s what
Amelia told the installers when she saw my mural unrolled. If it’s on the wall
she reasoned there’d be no turning back. The developers wouldn’t be able to
reject my work as she felt they might. Too radical? Not country club enough? Probably. I’m not sure. Anyway, not only am I not a landscape painter but my background is purely fine art/ art
school, no special training in painting technique. The work is essential made
up of abstract expressionist gestural painting mark making and washes. Who does
that? Well, a lot of people, Jackson Pollock, Helen Frankenthaler, even
traditional Japanese brush and ink painting but not the sort of thing you see
in local South Carolina artist where grass always means green and the sky is sky
blue. That’s exactly what they got for the additional paintings, not part of my
commission as it turned out.
A professional shot looking straight down the hall,
my mural on either side.
Above: view of the mural on the opposite wall,
including details for comparison to the Ab Ex's.
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| Helen Frankenthaler, Barometer, 1992 |
Painted in 2006 by 2010 all went up in smoke. Well no, they
saved the blue and green paintings but my mural and the structure: a total
loss. Looking back over the photos my work
still looks good to me and it lead to a number of other commissions. The
project nurtured my intuitive sense of Wabi-sabi, to trust my instincts, and
let go on a big scale. The wild low country landscape is part of my DNA at this
point, a metaphor for much in life, our lack of
control in the grand scheme of things: Nature with a capitol N as Frank Lloyd
Wright was fond of saying.
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| A couple of my reference photos, the imagery that became my mural. |
Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We’re all gonna die
We're all gonna die
