Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Lola Too

New painting:

Lola Too
7" x 7 1/2"     oil on linen     2014

I like the abstract possibilities and the narrative of this composition, and have used it twice before in recent paintings: first as the central panel of a triptych and then again in Popcorn, a large painting on the theme of a movie lobby. 

triptych, 20” x 11”, 20” x 18”, 20” x 11”     oil on linen     2005     

40" x 50"     oil on linen     2008
Private Collection, Florida

This couple will also play a significant part in my next large painting; a composition involving people watching a movie - a companion to Popcorn. I'm presently still in the drawing and composing stage, but hope to have it on the easel soon. Below is a work study, done two days ago; I'm getting close to resolving the composition, but am not quite there yet.

work study
18" x 29 1/4"     pencil on paper     2014
Private collection, New York


  1. I'm reminded of some lines from a Pablo Neruda poem, in his collection, Cien Sonetos de Amor.

    sonnet #89

    When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
    I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
    to pass their freshness over me once more:
    I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.

    - Bibo

  2. Thank you for the beautiful poetry!

  3. Andrew,

    I absolutely love "Lola Too". So wonderfully expressive and rich with subtlety and meaning. I love its abstraction. She looks at him like she intends to devour him, cupping his head in her hands measuring him as one might weigh a prey. Compared to her he seems almost drained of blood, pale and helpless as a supplicant.




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