Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Wave Series II, Variation #2

Wave Series II, Variation #2 (30" x 40") July 9, 2012

This extreme close-up of a wave I shot on a calm warm spring day is intriguing because the splashes look like a lava lamp. I am fascinated by the darnedest things! It's liquid - what did I expect? The wave also suggests the many days I've spent on south Florida and Mexico beaches, camera in hand, my spiritual self in ascendency.

I have another hundred or so new photos of waves taken in Rehoboth Beach this summer, and those are more violent, the colors so different from the tropical waters of the gulf stream. The challenge will be to make a close-up of a Rehoboth Beach wave that doesn't look like chocolate milk. Or perhaps it should because the color indicates that the water is full of life.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

WAVE: New Pastel Series

This is a duplicate copy of my March 28, 2012 post on"The Art of John Bittinger Klomp." I post it here because this particular blog is an attempt to catalogue most if not all of the pastel paintings I've produced from 2005 forward.

Wave Series II, Variation #1 (32" x 40"), Pastel Painting March 24, 2012

Finally, I’m finished this new Wave. I had done a series of wave paintings several years ago. Those were painted from a much more panoramic viewpoint with sky, surf, and wash onto the beach as well as other waves. However, Wave is the first in a series of extremely close-up (32” x 40”) pastel paintings of waves a moment after they crest. Most intriguing is that infinitesimal frozen time particle when a wave - has flashing light sparks as it begins to bend over on itself, amazing clear fraction-of-a-second views of the sand beneath, pale shields of mauve and periwinkle blue sea foam with connecting streaks obfuscate that view into parts of the translucent depths, and the aqua blue and green of the water with sky reflections blend with the lavender, orange, and ochre of sand - in one brief moment of crystalline purity before all crashes into exploding surf. So much of life is spent just muddling through without thought to function, or reason why, much less looking beyond the culturally constructed self. Nor do we spend enough time searching beneath the surface, into and through the obfuscated structures to the kernel of actual existence beneath. This painting is the first of a series of metaphorical instances that demonstrate the moments of clarity I experience only through hard won thoughtful meditation and/or prayer. I would like to see a room full of these paintings someday, but that is just a desire of the self based on cultural expectations that define success.

"Still, John, it would be nice to share the feeling you get when looking into and through waves..." the alter ego reiterates.

"Ah, yes," I say whistfully.