February 12, 2010. There are no words. This vision of a baby face peering from behind foliage of green, and maybe autumn leaves, shrouded and floating in a chalky white cloud of mist, leaves me wondering and marveling at what might be the totally random creation of someone trying to make ready for the next poster. That poster will cover and obscure this layered work that surely sprung up spontaneously. What effort produced this? It is very different than the Dykman Street poster stripping - softer, more obscure, gentler in its treatment of the chalk and green.
Friday, February 12, 2010
EXCAVATION
February 12, 2010. There are no words. This vision of a baby face peering from behind foliage of green, and maybe autumn leaves, shrouded and floating in a chalky white cloud of mist, leaves me wondering and marveling at what might be the totally random creation of someone trying to make ready for the next poster. That poster will cover and obscure this layered work that surely sprung up spontaneously. What effort produced this? It is very different than the Dykman Street poster stripping - softer, more obscure, gentler in its treatment of the chalk and green.
