A structuralist myth has it that a man walks horizonally-- and stops having a thought, or idea, aha! he might say! That moment to me was the painting itself the exclamation of the idea come upon. Another Indian story says, " everywhere, here, there, the bird flies, where it stops. there the god is.
These ideas of the horizonal, ongoing, like my black and white landscape were then countered with vertical moments, which were measurements of a kind, marking maybe time, seasonal stages of life and death, each marker a realization and mark of that reality.
I took the black and white and narrowed it into an obvious horizon. I had an idea of the surface within the b/w and tried to bring the spatial depth back using negative space and graffiti or mythic type archaisms. I remembered searching for these in earlier work and equated them to a surface juxtaposing them to a heraldic red and yellow shield.
The line of the cloud shape met the Sunflower surface and became 'one' as I saw the picture surface should be, a welded surface. The Sunflower then along with the B/W memory, or passing moment was another " Stop in time," as well as the painting's realization of itself.
The Four Seasons. Mythos has its root in the seasonal. Myth wonders where something has gone.
