“Monday 9:15 AM (Padua)” 40 × 30 inches, Oil on canvas
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
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This painting comes from a morning in Padua when the place in front of me and the place in my head didn’t quite line up. I’m sitting on the edge of a hotel bed, looking out the window in my shirt and socks. My shoes are on the floor. An empty chair faces into the room.
The previous evening, I had visited Giotto’s frescoes in the Arena Chapel, something I had taught about for decades. That experience was wonderful. The chapel’s age and damage also made it feel real to me. Around it was a city that could be worn down, touristy and tawdry, yet transcendently beautiful. Then someone in the plaza below my room was screeching out old 1970s songs at karaoke. Padua seemed to contain all these opposites at once, a little like life.
I was trying to locate myself geographically, physically and mentally. The hotel room became a metaphor for moving through the world: a place you occupy temporarily, where you can feel both present and slightly invisible. The shirt, socks and discarded shoes keep the scene ordinary rather than heroic or idealized.
Color carries a great deal of the painting. The cool blue shirt meets the warm reds and browns of my head and legs. Yellow passages in the building outside contrast with blue-white light across the floor and bedding. The dark chair and shoes anchor the brighter areas. Light moves through the whole room, connecting objects that would otherwise stand apart.
The brushmarks remain visible. Broad patches of color establish the walls, floor and bedding, while changes of direction describe the shirt’s folds and the rounded forms of the legs. The window both opens onto another space and divides the painting with its strong verticals.
During that trip, I realized I wanted to make art that mattered to me, whether or not it met other people’s expectations. This painting belongs to that change in direction. It holds a particular morning and the contradictions I was trying to make sense of.
“Monday 9:15 AM (Padua)” 40 × 30 inches, Oil on canvas
This is a handmade, original work of art NOT A PRINT and NOT AI GENERATED
FREE SHIPPING Shipping takes 3–4 Weeks This ships from San Carlos, California (The San Francisco Bay Area). I use UPS and sometimes US Post.
This painting comes from a morning in Padua when the place in front of me and the place in my head didn’t quite line up. I’m sitting on the edge of a hotel bed, looking out the window in my shirt and socks. My shoes are on the floor. An empty chair faces into the room.
The previous evening, I had visited Giotto’s frescoes in the Arena Chapel, something I had taught about for decades. That experience was wonderful. The chapel’s age and damage also made it feel real to me. Around it was a city that could be worn down, touristy and tawdry, yet transcendently beautiful. Then someone in the plaza below my room was screeching out old 1970s songs at karaoke. Padua seemed to contain all these opposites at once, a little like life.
I was trying to locate myself geographically, physically and mentally. The hotel room became a metaphor for moving through the world: a place you occupy temporarily, where you can feel both present and slightly invisible. The shirt, socks and discarded shoes keep the scene ordinary rather than heroic or idealized.
Color carries a great deal of the painting. The cool blue shirt meets the warm reds and browns of my head and legs. Yellow passages in the building outside contrast with blue-white light across the floor and bedding. The dark chair and shoes anchor the brighter areas. Light moves through the whole room, connecting objects that would otherwise stand apart.
The brushmarks remain visible. Broad patches of color establish the walls, floor and bedding, while changes of direction describe the shirt’s folds and the rounded forms of the legs. The window both opens onto another space and divides the painting with its strong verticals.
During that trip, I realized I wanted to make art that mattered to me, whether or not it met other people’s expectations. This painting belongs to that change in direction. It holds a particular morning and the contradictions I was trying to make sense of.
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