Thursday, January 19, 2012
i'm finding myself drawn to images that are seen through layers of clear. being close to tracy's encaustics has made me start noticing this more. reflections through layers of glass have always called out to my eye. and at the studio last night these chalky branches sat against the window. they look like they are trying to escape the dark and windy night. like limbs trapped under ice. i'm seeing that alot, color and line and image trapped beneath a murky and hard surface. tracy's wax. windows. glue. diaphonous layers that trap the movement and the image so it can be seen but not touched. is it a metaphor for winter? or is something more powerful emerging?