Crimson Just Being Herself (Wendy Stegall)
Wendy Stegall
Crimson Just Being Herself
Oil and acrylic on canvas.
24” x 32”
$800
Artist Statement:
Intuition knows what we don’t, and for that I have infinite reverence. My hands love to make ornate swirls-in the air or on paper, they always have. For me, the hand physically senses the next marks: feeling to scrape or dig with a palette knife, or turn a brush in flowing curves, big followed by tiny. I physically crave making small spirals, like details on a map of …somewhere. Solutions come from those impulses and ideas as though in partnership with an all inclusive space inside. This process is exciting and mysterious. The piece of torn painting in “Objects…” covered a problem area and added a dimension to the feeling of looking simultaneously on the surface and under a microscope. My works alternate between minimal and complex. In the “inklings” I keep some white space on purpose, while the drips are free. From the start, it’s random and deliberate, together. Because the paint dries quickly, acrylics have brought a new relationship with mistakes. I found love for messy flow on top of grids. Whatever the medium I’m enchanted with the translucence of colors cover other colors. I live for that – to see something through something else. As many have said, “I don’t know how it happens.” When a work is done, I think, well, wherever I went, I hope I go there again and again.
Wendy Stegall
Crimson Just Being Herself
Oil and acrylic on canvas.
24” x 32”
$800
Artist Statement:
Intuition knows what we don’t, and for that I have infinite reverence. My hands love to make ornate swirls-in the air or on paper, they always have. For me, the hand physically senses the next marks: feeling to scrape or dig with a palette knife, or turn a brush in flowing curves, big followed by tiny. I physically crave making small spirals, like details on a map of …somewhere. Solutions come from those impulses and ideas as though in partnership with an all inclusive space inside. This process is exciting and mysterious. The piece of torn painting in “Objects…” covered a problem area and added a dimension to the feeling of looking simultaneously on the surface and under a microscope. My works alternate between minimal and complex. In the “inklings” I keep some white space on purpose, while the drips are free. From the start, it’s random and deliberate, together. Because the paint dries quickly, acrylics have brought a new relationship with mistakes. I found love for messy flow on top of grids. Whatever the medium I’m enchanted with the translucence of colors cover other colors. I live for that – to see something through something else. As many have said, “I don’t know how it happens.” When a work is done, I think, well, wherever I went, I hope I go there again and again.
Wendy Stegall
Crimson Just Being Herself
Oil and acrylic on canvas.
24” x 32”
$800
Artist Statement:
Intuition knows what we don’t, and for that I have infinite reverence. My hands love to make ornate swirls-in the air or on paper, they always have. For me, the hand physically senses the next marks: feeling to scrape or dig with a palette knife, or turn a brush in flowing curves, big followed by tiny. I physically crave making small spirals, like details on a map of …somewhere. Solutions come from those impulses and ideas as though in partnership with an all inclusive space inside. This process is exciting and mysterious. The piece of torn painting in “Objects…” covered a problem area and added a dimension to the feeling of looking simultaneously on the surface and under a microscope. My works alternate between minimal and complex. In the “inklings” I keep some white space on purpose, while the drips are free. From the start, it’s random and deliberate, together. Because the paint dries quickly, acrylics have brought a new relationship with mistakes. I found love for messy flow on top of grids. Whatever the medium I’m enchanted with the translucence of colors cover other colors. I live for that – to see something through something else. As many have said, “I don’t know how it happens.” When a work is done, I think, well, wherever I went, I hope I go there again and again.