Now this is not about cycling mountains, because honest, I haven’t cycled up a high, long steep mountain on a bike yet.
Strange for someone who lived within sight of mountains in Vancouver. But I’m willing to bet you, I’m like many Vancouverites who have never biked any mountain either. Still it is strange, for a cycling enthusiast like myself. I probably overthink this.
But that’s less important than doing something to awaken my slumbering Muse.
So after nearly 3 years, I pulled out a hodge-podge pile of block prints, a small stretched canvass and poured a trickle of acrylic matte glue into a yogurt container. After a few hours of twisting, tearing and matching complementary tissue prints, a pseudo-painting of sorts emerged. The first painting after no art touch, was like practicing piano – tentative tinkering , slightly shapeless and pallid.
Next day, another empty canvass was prepared with yellow swishes of acrylic paint wash. I wanted some bright highlights to glow. I also wondered if a blue translucent tissue print was laid over yellow wash, would it merge into green?
If you look hard enough, yes there is some tiny transformation from blue to green, but silver ink in some overlapping prints has muted the green. I was hoping for a stronger suggestion of vegetation. Instead there are sun-glow patches on dry rock that might have been touched by water a long time ago.
While this painting needs a defter touch on trimming print edges, it is the colour drama juxtaposed against shadows of more canyons and mountains afar, that I hope to tease the viewer.
It is like a bike or hiking journey in some mountainous areas: Every few metres along the way, there are ever-changing views of mountains, their siblings and shadows. Each mountain comes into prominence one by one, sometimes together, at different stages, under different sunlit intensities, different times of the day and different seasons of the year.
This sunlit glory and fog-snow swathed stage of mountains, rotates every day for our contemplation –still, yet never the same.
How do you stoke your artistic Muse? Where do you draw your inspiration?