I have never uttered the phrase, “that is an unfortunate colour blue”.
When I sit and think of blue; shades, tints and tones, they all feel really good. There is nothing like staring at the horizon on a cloudless day where above is sky and below is water. Even pronouncing the word feels good. A very effortless articulation.
My collage is quite precise yet the grid pattern was drawn with almost no expectation besides keeping within the perimeter line and it was drawn very quickly. I feel uneasy when I look at hyper realism or what I call pinched art. I like to sense the creator of an art piece was not in their head while painting or creating. I feel the precision of my cut pieces of coloured paper don’t count in that pinched way as cutting the paper was merely utilitarian and fairly mindless. As for the colour gradation, that was not even remotely planned. It was a slow improvisation. I would glue 5 squares at a go and not in sequence. A puzzle with no reference photo.
My art poem poster, “Don’t Ruin”, is a literal expression of what the written word can mean to me.