Matthew Draw – Multiple colors of love. (2016)
I’m writing this post while in Reykjavik. Technically, this is my vacation–and I’d hoped to have things sorted in such a fashion that I could just let the queue run. No such luck, sadly…
I’m posting this for you mostly because I like the line work. Everything is rendered with intensity of purpose–efficient, no wasted effort. Still there’s a sense of Michelangelo-esque discovery of the form hidden within the blankness of stone. (The thickness of the lines in certain areas seems but tentative and studied; the lighter lines on the ring and pinky finger de-emphasize their importance as anything but three dimensionally orientating facets of the composition.)
But the real reason I’m offering you this is because I’m sort of blank brained right now–it’s weird to travel to a beloved local while brutally depressed and to feel like the volume on your negative thoughts is turned down a bit due to a better environment but to then feel like the positive experiences that manage to creep in are happening to someone else separate from you?
Anyway, last night, I was rather stoned coming back from a tour. It had been one of those textbook clear Icelandic days that you are extraordinarily rare and the clouds were being rushed in by high winds and the sun was doing it’s slow setting thing that it does this time of year.
It was like the dome of the sky was having blankets slowly pulled over it, essentially like the world was being tucked in to bed for the night in slow motion.
The western edge of the horizon looked like lava was lighting the clouds from the inside. At one point there was a cloud that was shot through with this etheral blue–a color I don’t think I’ve ever seen anywhere else before.
I tried to take a picture of it with my phone but speeding through the growing dark in a charter bus; alas, that’s really not the best sort of vantage for the task. So I decided to watch and realized that the blue was a feature of the refraction of light. The outer edge of the cloud–the side closest to view–was this fantastic blue but the inner edge the side closer to the retreating sun was actually a vivid chartreuse. It made me think of the old masters with their oil paints–how they sculpted rich, super saturated colors by layering paint on their canvases.
So yeah, I dig this image. But! I also enjoy it because the use of color reminds me of the relationship of surreal colors I saw last night in the skies over the south coast of Iceland.
Acetylene Eyes 