This is the ultimate abstraction – it transcends even Pollock and his somewhat lazy spatters and almost doodling. This is sketching in the void but leaving behind the shell of emptiness that might just crack under the weight of the void itself. It’s a totally different level of opening oneself to the nebulous expanse of the universe.
Tag: abstract
Saturday
I like that this is a study of color over form. It’s vague and nebulous, kind of like a toxic cloud of grim vast grey-ness and gloom and doom, but with hints of other things that break up the dismal bleh.
Friday
This piece is profound because it is so simple. You, as a viewer, are a part of the artwork. You influence how it is seen and how it is reflected. It is as much about how you see it as it is about how the work actually is displayed.
Thursday
I LOVE HOW RANDOM THIS IS. “Here’s some stuff; it’s a collage of random abstraction about winter and sand and the sea.” It’s so random and amazing and just… there’s no rhyme or reason for it at all. Boom. Abstraction.
Wednesday
This speaks of a desert landscape, arid, dry, broken lines and harsh, unyielding, and yet broken. I love it on so many levels.
Sunday
This looks like a boxcar graveyard to me, and as such, graffiti and all, the painting has done its work.
Saturday
It kind of looks like a clown vomited all over a horror show carnival. I’m not sure I’m down with it. It’s like a cotton candy nightmare. How does that embody feasibility?
Saturday
Where Mondrian was only about sharp geometric lines and intersections on a linear grid of basic concept abstraction, those who were able to tread his footsteps and branch away such as Helion with the movement into curved forms and other similar but still basic abstraction soon laid the groundwork for explosion into a world of abstraction of pure color as a form of its own.
Friday
Sometimes, a bull fight is a psychological manifestation of sexual tension and energy unfulfilled and blah blah blah, and sometimes it’s just a bull fight and randomly violent and not anything else. And sometimes, it’s a bloody painting.
Friday
Maybe it’s my overactive imagination, but I feel like I see lovers embracing in this work – the lines are there, the emotion is there, the sense of movement is there. But, then again, I am the weird kid.