"Between Heaven and Earth" Mixed Media on Yupo (47"Hx33"w) Copyright © 2019, Wendell Graham. All rights reserved. (giclees available)
Wendell Graham
Bradenton, Florida
[email protected]
www.fineartbywendell.com
Artist’s Statement
My subject, unaware, waited, as my eye focused through the lens, my fingertip quivered at the ready. Click, the shot was taken, then, began the wait. A photographer I was; I am; yet, something else has developed--painting, pouring, sculpting.
They all begin on neutral territory, a blank canvas or piece of paper—all unaware until something catches my imagination and my subject takes shape. I watch the colors touch the surface, following its plane, seeping into its crevasses and move until I see something emerge. Something that starts as a line or maybe a shadow and then without regret, I guide it, slowly, gently until the colors start to dance, and I feel their passion, and make them my own. It could be inks or watercolor on masa paper where the colors explode into these incredible summer storms and gentle rains, or it could be water media on yupo paper where I can tell a story, pulling my viewers onto the surface to explore and want more.
The flick of a brush, the stroke of a feather, a piece of wood as a wing, I reach into these unimaginable places as I move over the surface weaving my story using color and texture. Oils like butter and watercolors that mingle like snowflakes, each leaves its exclusory mark, a victory that is embraced.
Sometimes I struggle, other times I soar, but like the photographer in me, once the image emerges, then begins the wait. An Artist, I was; an Artist, I am.
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Bradenton, Florida
[email protected]
www.fineartbywendell.com
Artist’s Statement
My subject, unaware, waited, as my eye focused through the lens, my fingertip quivered at the ready. Click, the shot was taken, then, began the wait. A photographer I was; I am; yet, something else has developed--painting, pouring, sculpting.
They all begin on neutral territory, a blank canvas or piece of paper—all unaware until something catches my imagination and my subject takes shape. I watch the colors touch the surface, following its plane, seeping into its crevasses and move until I see something emerge. Something that starts as a line or maybe a shadow and then without regret, I guide it, slowly, gently until the colors start to dance, and I feel their passion, and make them my own. It could be inks or watercolor on masa paper where the colors explode into these incredible summer storms and gentle rains, or it could be water media on yupo paper where I can tell a story, pulling my viewers onto the surface to explore and want more.
The flick of a brush, the stroke of a feather, a piece of wood as a wing, I reach into these unimaginable places as I move over the surface weaving my story using color and texture. Oils like butter and watercolors that mingle like snowflakes, each leaves its exclusory mark, a victory that is embraced.
Sometimes I struggle, other times I soar, but like the photographer in me, once the image emerges, then begins the wait. An Artist, I was; an Artist, I am.
(Return to Artist's Biography Page; Click Here)