Michael, I have looked at a lot of your pieces and this may be the one that I have connected to the most. the extreme contrast is beautiful and balanced. The way the hand and knee sink into those cold colors are very powerful. The layout of his body almost seems to leap off the frame except he is grounded to and by the soft background. The contrast are not just tonal but resounds much deeper than that.
"Travel – Time irrelevant. Falling deeper into my pillow of consciousness. Yellow tears, benevolent.
I’m entering a port of passion . Yet dying of hunger where there's too much food to ration."
It reminded me of the above something I wrote many years ago too. What a way to start the morning. Thank you Michael.
Thanks for the feed back. And Jeffrey, yes, you played with contrast in the 2nd part of the poem (or another poem?).
“Mapplethorpe". Scary thought! I am familiar with one of his photos of black guy in a cube or something like that. Actually, about 15 years ago I did a series of pastel nudes in which I stood on my sturdy table and drew the models from this dramatic perspective, several of the poses where angular. But the real genesis was a recent day painting landscapes in a very deep fog of dead mangrove trees, with their strange angular dark limbs silhouetted against white…once a black model complained to me about how all the artists painted blacks as if they where whites (the lighting is really different)…so I got the idea to paint a black as dark as I could possibly make him. My first idea was to have him stand on one foot against a white wall, more or less in the same angular pose…but he had some back problems, so I placed him on a bed on a white comforter, and I stood on a chair with my head near the ceiling. The painting took six hours.
I really really like this one; it's one of my favorites of Michael's lesser great works. The composition actually reminds me of works by Franz Kline, only instead of messy lines of gooey paint, we have the clean lines of a (very nice looking (another reason I like this painting)) nude man. And I like how his skin is reflects blue light.
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