‘Rolled’ acrylic on canvas 4 x 5 feet click on image to see details
After reading my blog on the Blue Angels air show and America’s Cup races, one of my blogger friends said she was looking forward to the translation of the day in paint. What went through my head was what was on my wall at that moment in my studio. The painting couldn’t be more opposite from my photographs of that lovely day in San Francisco. I remember Nell Sinton, a painter who was my mentor, saying to me, “Carla, we artists are different. When others around us are talking about the state of politics or what is happening in Greece, we are looking at the shape of a doorknob.” The people who are talking around me are saying, “What did you think of the Presidential debates last night?” My mind wanders. I’m thinking How would I paint that half eaten fig? What colors would I choose? Shall I abstract the form or shall I try drawing it just as I see it. The colors are deep – lots of different colors in that piece of fruit. I could photograph it. Even photography changes the image. Everyone sees an object differently. I should draw every day. But, I don’t. why not?
To answer my new blogger friend you probably won’t see those images in paintings. ‘Rolled’ refers to the days when I was an ocean swimmer and participated in rough water races. Entering a wave must be precisely timed. If you dive into that wave too late you get rolled and don’t know which way is up.