A monotype currently being revisited. Something about this makes me think of, remember fondly, my experiences in Turkey. I can’t tell you why.
WIP: Konja, 2003-2011, oil paint over oil based monotype on paper, 24″ x 18″
Leafing through the archives of not-quite successful prints, I came across a good candidate. I didn’t document it in its original stage, as I haven’t really done for most of the pieces in this series, but suppose I should. I will, however, search for a slide of it, which I am almost positive I have catalogued somewhere in the cave I call my studio.
I’m not isolating the printmaking paper with hide glue or gesso or anything. It should last at least until a meteor hits the earth, destroying civilization as we know it.
Hedwigs’s Spread Spectrum, oil over monotype on paper, 20″ x 16″

digital collage
Because of things and stuff, I spent far too much time this week. I spent it and now it’s gone. If time were money, I’d be broke. I have no idea what it means in this context that I AM broke. Anyway, as you can see,I fucked around with pixels instead of paint.

That’s it.
-Steph
p.s. I love Crooked Fingers. Mine are, too, crooked I mean.
I’ve been away without art materials so I have nothing but this image of a painting by the 19th century painter Thomas Cole to post. It’s part of a series called The Course of an Empire, this being “Destruction”. As far as I’m concerned, its as good a symbol of the fate of contemporary western culture as any. Later, it’s my bed-time.
Silvermine Art Center in New Canaan, CT is organizing a fundraising event it has hosted for 10 years now, Signed, Sealed and Delivered. It’s an art sale and auction designed for collectors and art lovers featuring over 500 small, 4″ x 6″ original works in all media for sale at $50 each, to benefit the Center’s programs and outreach.
I’m contributing these 3 tiny paintings, all oil over monotype on Rives BFK printmaking paper. I rarely, if ever, paint this small with oil and I find it to be a disciplined exercise in control and direct manipulation of materials and form. Hellzalotta of fun.
Tom
SSD 1, oil on monotype on paper, 6″ x 4″
SSD 2, oil on monotype on paper, 6″ x 4″
SSD 3, oil on monotype on paper, 4″ x 6″
This was an very old, unresolved monotype I’m painting back into and as it’s developed, I realized that a bit of my father’s design sensibility had creeped in; the Dante series to be specific. I’m not quite sure about the lower portion with abstracted stalagmite ink streaks. I wanted to have an area to strike a tense balance down there. What do you think?

A Bow to Purgatory, oil over monotype on Rives BFK paper, 24″ x 18″
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Below is a painting on monotype from last week.
The queen in the Afternoon, oil on monotype on paper, 20″ x 16″
I’m continuing the exercise of painting over monotypes and I’m just exploring the application and reaction of the oil on printmaking paper. The paper is a medium to heavy weight Stonehenge brand and absorbs the oil paint and turps relatively quickly; the opposite of the method used in making the monotypes, since with the monos its about oil based paint and ink applied to plexiglass: no tooth nor absorption but simply a resistant glassy surface that the paint glides over. With painting directly on the paper, its about discovering the various lengths of time different paint films and colors tack up and how they interact with paint layers placed over them. I’m allowing and developing loose abstracted form with these early stages. Technically these could be called either paintings or monotypes, but you can call them anything you want. If it’s a four-letter word, I don’t really need to know about it.
Pigeon is old slang for a young woman, back when men were men and misogynist was a 10-letter word.
T.B.
Old Ruling Class Revise, oil on monotype on paper, 20″ x 16″
The original monotype:
there are many formal aspects of the print that I really like and have been changed and obliterated. Ah well. You must destroy to create to destroy again.
Another reworked monotype. I was thinking about Frank Auerbach, the great british figurative expressionist. He’s one of the painters floating in the back of my head; his aggressive paint-slathering is of such a unique character it has hammered itself there into my sub-brain. My application isn’t mimicking his nor is it close, it’s the attitude he has with working and reworking this viscous medium until it practically destroys the surface and has to be scrapped down and rebuilt all over again. I’m having a great deal of fun exploring and tripping along with these old prints I made back at Robert Blackburn’s Printmaking workshop in Manhattan.
A Nod to Frank, 1993-2011, oil paint on monotype on paper, 24″ x18″
I’m continuing to take old and not particularly successful monotypes and reworking them with oil paint. It’s not quite working here perhaps because I haven’t resolved the relationship of the figure and its treatment with the breaking up of the picture plane. The shapes are not jiving, but I do like the figure.
Extended right, oil paint on monotype on paper, 1992-2011
Late the other night while I was half asleep I was slogging through my dungeon studio making monotypes. I pulled the final one which I decided had some interesting passages. A few days later I realized it was only salvageable by working back into it with more materials. I painted into this with more oil paint and varnish medium as well as various paint sticks of different viscosities. It’s not working completely; I’ll look at it again later in the week. She’s someone to take home to mom, huh?
The torpid stare is how I felt the other night in the dank sweltering basement, so maybe it has some validity after all.

Insomnia, oil on Stonehenge paper, 20″ x16″

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