I already had the feeling that I was being forced to repeat and look into the past. I spent enough time in my opinion working with paint only. I was looking obsessively about working with pure material. Poured paint onto plastic. Then I sewed it on. Or painted, and then photographed and transferred to the canvas.
All this did not give me the right sensation. Feelings of materiality. The feeling that the paint is not flat, but material, physical. Colour has become for me something independent, separate from the form, although located on it. Paint itself as a material is not excite me. I need a colour that I see through myself and then translate into the material.
The paint is flat. Mixing paint with art paste makes the colour feel heavy. It's like collared cement or clay. Feeling of heaviness and hopelessness. The paper is just fine. It is airy and light. At the same time, it becomes firm and hardy.
I tried to depict something recognizable with colour. Flower in a pot. Yes, it turned out interesting, but somehow nothing special. A lot of one texture?
Then I tried to work with different colours and shapes, but the process did not go well.
Ultimately, I'm not going to just pour unmixed paint onto a canvas as Zhuang Hong Yi and pour sheets of paper into it. Won't I?! Why not?
I will try it next time.
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