Technicolor Jazz Spots
Shiny stainless colanders take all the light and color in the air into their big, open mouths and spit it out all over everything around them, Technicolor jazz spots of light on a plain Formica countertop.
Steel pots reflect every single thing around them ---360 degrees-but reduce it all to simple bands of color, light, and shade. They speak back only what is essential: richest red, pure white light. In all their machine-made elliptical perfection, they are organic in what they choose to say about the world around them.
Glass cups' exteriors are calm and clear, but their insides are lawless in their digestion and interpretation of light and color. The frenetic, impassioned notes from a bop composition are contained within the delicate, clear confines of a glass. They are humble prima donnas, perfect southern ladies.
Food is deserving of worship. A piece of fruit or a whole vegetable is perfection, a word slipped from the tongue of God directly into a bowl in my kitchen. There is no improving upon a piece of fruit: there is only the task of recording it.
Red is life force. It is a call from the universe to wake up and look at the beauty all around us. Why be anywhere but within red-it challenges us to take notice and live and love to the fullest, without dilution.
This stuff is real, and these paintings are just worship. My task as an artist is to put onto paper my homage to the beauty right here in my kitchen.
That's what's the big deal about a colander.