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.
Small Mouseketeer painting series, each 16” x 20”
Poem #11
1. Child with large wax lips As ghostly as memories Faded Kodachrome 2. A painting undone A portrait as Mouseketeer Wrapped up in self doubt 3. Young woman, yellow dress The shadow of a spider Early morning sun 4. Deep deep blue shadows A contrast of omission That which is not there 5. The elusive … More Poem #11
Yellow Tornado, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Poem #10
1. There is a small breeze Wind currents provide the lift Chimes measure the air 2. Smoke coils from her lips She taps her foot in time Heavy metal song 3. On the film, a gun Foreboding of a shot fired There will be a death 4. This life is a noir Everything in shadow … More Poem #10
Three Mouseketeers, oil on canvas, 9’ x 4’
Mouseketeer 3, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Love Me, Love Me Not, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Man with White Fence, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Driver, 2017, oil on canvas, 18” x 24”
Mask, oil on canvas, 36” x 48”
Mouseketeer with Blobs, oil on canvas, 36″ x 48″
Mouseketeer with Dots, 2017, oil on canvas, 36″ x 48″
Mouseketeer 2, 2017, oil on canvas, 36″ x 48″
Mourner at the Door, 2017, oil on canvas, 36″ x 48″
Alone in the Woods, 2017, oil on canvas, 36″ x 48″
Modern Mouseketeer 2, oil on canvas, 36″ x 48″
A Very Thin Veil of Words, 2017, acrylic on paper, 19″ x 24″
Haiku 5, a poem
1. Of the gods ballots Those who don’t know the ghostly Pale face of the clock 2. Crooked limbed foal Stumbles unprotected stance Unsure on mandrel 3. A wall-eyed look through Veiled contempt kept for small men Contemptuous blood 4. Her mouth is a slash She speaks through grinding cold saw Her stare is toxic … More Haiku 5, a poem
Veil of Tears, 2017, acrylic on paper, 19″ x 24″
Don Quixote, and the battle of the Giant, 2017,
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