CY119, 2015. Cyanotype and India ink on paper.​

CY119, 2015. Cyanotype and India ink on paper.​

CY119, 2015. Cyanotype, spray paint, and India ink on paper.​

CANDACE HILL-MONTGOMERY

My approach to painting & weaving is instinctual with abstract drawing being the main focus in both, generally a tree is a tree speaking for itself unless changed abstractly authentically eternally treeing down to paper.  In my paintings, on paper especially, I can work much more quickly, brush on, wait for oil paint or ink /acrylic to dry being the only definable sigh, wherein even the tiniest weave can take months especially the triangulations - ones with triangular openings for triangle shaped metal triangulometers to fit through to create tiny triangle based sculptures. It's difficult to get a pictorial gesture using threads even out there on a square loom so the pirouette back & forth can go like geometric progressions onwards to other ways, one needs both of these mediums to find the right compositional strategy referencing all the thwarted irregularities, the play in the twists and turns of the day. Sometime a bright sunny day is everything when developing the deep indigo blues of a large splashy cyanotype with added filmstrip. Whether using the wily employment of pompous paint or teeniest threads verves needed fast. The poet in me either loves paintery slap dash freedom to look at & or express humorously the world filtered through its moody mirrored reflections up close, easel height, afar off, hung off, street smart drooping, draining, dropping, played with dripping abstractions' éclatian confirmations. While working, speaking to those things in whatever medium I can employ to compound the search for those sunrays developed into an expression, that figural tilt, those eclipsed blues colored by gravity's ebb some perception of one‘s own sunny known, the what's going on phrasing as Marvin Gaye would probably say (twice here) with directed brushy focus. Not being too serious, too ironical, too arty disdaining 2 boot... I'd here, like to shout out to music for lending me discs total mess laying dour flattened late hip hopping imagery, napkin 4 tears please ...the broken scratched line never fails to entertain except when reusing old issues to use oar weave in with oblivious pall, bearing all just don’t be… dubbed as or like the niche, nouveau riche.