11:07 AM: this morning i got into my groove and made one of my best collages. there’s no explaining how they come about…i just follow the energy.
so now it’s 11:13 AM…what next?
this smooth bristol paper takes the colors like beautiful music. the black is rich. the reds are fiery. decades of making these drawing/collages has opened the door to my spirit, which has evolved over time into philip tarlow. the marks sing their song like the sangres: steep, unexpectedly rocky, lingering on the high notes and gliding into harmony.
gorky would love them and see his spirit infused.