"Robert Smiths First Artistic Compass, Before The Cure"
Oil on Canvas
55cm wide x 55cm tall
PROVENANCE: On hand at artist’s studio. Signed R12 on front bottom left behind frame. Artists seal and Certificate of Authenticity in Sleeve on back.
Oil on Canvas
55cm wide x 55cm tall
PROVENANCE: On hand at artist’s studio. Signed R12 on front bottom left behind frame. Artists seal and Certificate of Authenticity in Sleeve on back.
Oil on Canvas
55cm wide x 55cm tall
PROVENANCE: On hand at artist’s studio. Signed R12 on front bottom left behind frame. Artists seal and Certificate of Authenticity in Sleeve on back.
Consequentialism and Semi Abstract
Robert Smith is the lead singer for The Cure. If you don’t know who The Cure is you should get a few of their albums, ditch the country music, dye your hair black, and buy some dark flannels, black stuff and a trench coat with chains. The title for this painting is rather simple. The structure reminds me of a compass. I had disintegration on repeat for weeks down in my studio and I just so happen to be cataloguing some paintings when it came time to name this one. The idea and reality that Robert Smith used a drawing compass in school one day for the first time intrigues me. We all did, in the civilized world we all had our first compass. They were silver, bendable, and could have seconded as a shank should we get in a bind. So, maybe I have immortalized Robert Smith in one more way. Great musician, class act I hear too. Sidenote; Favorite song is Closedown.
Anyway, speaking of compasses; I had gotten married at 37 for the first time around 2009 I think. Always wanted to be married, met this island woman from NYC via Trinidad and did just that. My marriage lasted about 7 months before she proved to be one of the most psychotic humans I have ever met. Long story but it puts me living in my art gallery and studio for about 6 months with Fred Smith while my lawyers try and remove her from my life. I rented an apartment upstairs so I could shower and do laundry, also slept on a bed above my gallery with a tablecloth as a blanket. These were some of the most productive and instructive months of my art career. I painted this piece, along with five others during those months. This ended a 15-year content desire for my entire being as an artist, it ended so smoothly and satisfying with this piece. I hit a few random objects laid on the canvas with some black spray paint, sat back and looked at what I could see. This painting developed out of those thoughts and actions, those consequences. Another great, peaceful, beautiful example of consequentialism. I love this piece inside and out, it hangs in my house, next to my bedroom in the hall. It will take a pretty penny to pry this piece from my hands. This was painted on a canvas stretched on a wooden board. When it was finished my framer dry mounted and framed it like the pro she is.