Author: echarlesrolwing3
Chicago artist April 4, 2016 E. Charles Rolwing Statement Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. Franz Kafka The making of art is for me a journey of construction and destruction. Each brush stroke comes out of my very soul, a place deep in my subconscious. I paint with my heart on my sleeve. The most I can offer that is unique is honesty to my emotions, to lay out that which makes me human. My imagery comes from working in my sketchbooks. That is where I work out the intellectual aspects, symbols and the problems of composition and color theory. There is a place between the intellectual (classic problems of composition and content), and the ethereal (subconscious) where true meaning emerges. It is here that new ideas emerge. I work an idea in dozens of studies before I begin a he painting. Then, when I begin the painting I have a library of ideas and a basic idea of where to start. From that point the painting becomes an idea in itself. It is a reaction to a self contained idea of itself. Each movement follows another, each a reaction to the previous stroke. It is here that the image begins to emerge. I am careful to allow the subconscious to breathe freely, to be open and honest to what is happening, to be in the moment. It happens sometimes to destroy the painting in the process. I wipe out, scrape, repaint, and over paint the image. No painting in my studio is safe. The finished painting is that idea in itself, something to be experienced as a self-contained entity. The viewing of a painting physically changes the chemistry of the brain, and it lives with the viewer in memory. It is the private language of the artist and the viewer. We share that time together.
3 Sides, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Tornado, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Mouseketeer with Blobs, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Ladder, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Yellow Tornado, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Smoker, hand carved wood and wire
Untitled, hand carved wood, 2018
Lovers, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Untitled, hand carved wood and wire
Guston’s Clock, oil on canvas, 36”X 48”
2 Mouseketeers, oil on canvas, 48” x 48”
At the Tavern, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Don Quixote, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
The Artist’s Studio, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
No No, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Self Portrait with Dots, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Thin White Veil, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Mouseketeers, oil on canvas, 4’ x 9’
Self Portrait, acrylic on paper, 14” x 17”
Self Portrait, acrylic on paper, 14” x 17”
Self Portrait, acrylic on paper, 14” x 17”
Poem #15
1. We kick through the woods Deep in the trees refusal We sleep until noon 2. These old trees don’t mind They will give nothing away They keep our secrets 3. We breathe in and out We hold the words on our tongues They hold out voices 4. And our shoes are damp We have … More Poem #15
Poem #13
1. We buy all the cars We own our insanity Grease stained directions 2. We take all the pills Awaiting the salvation A horse in long pants 3. Distant thunderstorms Folding fox hunt pajamas Communion of sparks 4. Radio static Is this the end of the world Raining cats and dogs 5. All the prisoners … More Poem #13























