New Work

Greetings!

Painting pure abstraction is not straightforward for me. Representative imagery has a way of creeping into everything I do and taking over, like Lily of the Valley in the garden — which I’ve mentioned before in posts. This recent cycle of paintings started from representation and morphed into abstracts, which is something brand new for me.

Most of my canvases have many layers of paint beneath the final surface you see. These at first told stories — a misty landscape, symbols from mythology, a bouquet of pastel flowers. Next, I began layering solid colours down, leaving pieces of the “story” showing through the grids of circles. The pattern reflected the mood was I was interested in conveying. Besides the tug-of-war I have between abstract and representational, I also have a deep love of folky patterning — polka-dotting, beadwork, stripes, stitchery — the kind of thing that can give you carpal tunnel syndrome.

So while these images are rhythmic abstracts, they contain those other two modes as well.

Enjoy. And please contact me if you would like to see the pieces up close.

New Work: Six little paintings






Six Paintings Trying to be Formless
Share Love, Purple Angel, Blue Angel in a Pink Universe, Heart Centred Universe (sold), and Kitty Power (Sold)
Acrylic, mixed media on canvas

under 12 x 20 cm
Marlene Yuzak
Here are six small paintings that tried to be abstract but could not help themselves from representing something. Hearts and angels have a way of arriving even when I don’t invite them. Tea cups fall into my paints. Cats walk all over me. I love to paint these things, but I think I would love to paint nothings too if I could only figure out how. You could say most of my work has a balance of representational and abstract forms. Or that I juggle recurring images into an abstract blur. Well, you can say whatever you want because it’s a free kitty power country.

Anyway . . . I am going on a sabbatical. This seems like a change of subject, but it isn’t really, you’ll see. My man won some money betting on a pony and he’s asked me to come with him on a trip. He’s going to write, and I am going to paint. For three months. That’s why its called a sabbatical. It’s like the Sabbath. Every day is Sunday, until your money runs out.

So we chose a place on Long Island, New York and rented a cottage on Gingerbread Lane. As it happens Jackson Pollock (who gets a lot of attention) and Lee Krasner (who doesn’t get enough attention) did very much the same thing. They bought their paints at an art store four doors down from ours. Is this a sign, or what?

As Frank Sinatra says about New York, if you can make it (abstract) here, you make it (abstract) anywhere.