In celebration of the arrival of spring, I am showing My Mirage, 48"x72" mixed media on canvas,2013. Perhaps the title is the reason-Is that spring somewhere out in the distance, or is this the longest winter ever? Don't think that I hate winter. There is much inspiration in all seasons, and I am fortunate enough to live in a country that has all four (most years). The cool skies and hint of light on the horizon are what I'm channeling right now-springtime's timely advance-let's hope it's not a mirage (with all due respect to groundhogs).
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Hello and I trust you are having a wonderful 2013 so far! So where have you seen the image above before? You know it-you are positive you have seen it somewhere. The image above is Cordoba, a 40x60 canvas which I began working after returning from Spain in the late 1980's. Yes, the original concept is that old. It was not until after 2000 that it would resurface as a commission for a print which would become legendary in its popularity worldwide albeit as a textured, smaller version within a simple black frame. I signed it using my confirmation name-Patrizio. The original, pictured above, hangs in our home complete within a wonderful Roma frame. Its run in the big box store is over after almost a decade (a record for a retail item in the store). I do not name names in this space, but I can say that the people I was able to work with at Brushstrokes, the company behind the print, were the finest professionals in the industry at the time. The company has since been sold and people have moved on, and some, have passed. I feel privileged to have had the opportunity to have walked a part of this life with them.
A walk through the old city of Cordoba in Spain would reveal all of the deconstructed elements in the painting-from the Moorish evidence everywhere to worn out heavy wooden doors that look like they would be more at home on a Spanish galleon. I remember the day well. I sat on a ledge beside a rusty bridge, and pondered the cloudless, silent sky. I ate the sweetest orange.
A walk through the old city of Cordoba in Spain would reveal all of the deconstructed elements in the painting-from the Moorish evidence everywhere to worn out heavy wooden doors that look like they would be more at home on a Spanish galleon. I remember the day well. I sat on a ledge beside a rusty bridge, and pondered the cloudless, silent sky. I ate the sweetest orange.
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