**Painting
Happy Dancing in the New Year /
Hands of God - acrylic on canvas, 96 x 96 inches /
Mirena Rhee, Hands of God - acrylic on canvas, 96 x 96 inches A Giant Hands of God painting, It's a kind of a puzzle actually, a hand conversation.
I took a rhizomatic view of Michelangelo's hand of God, almost a Tesseract.
In other words nothing here is an accident and there are no 2 gestures the same color.
We hold the world in our hands, we can create we can destroy, it is only about the other side of the hand, the mind. The mind can gesture things into Oblivion or conjure miracles, especially today with the press of a button.
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Pushing paint around, it gives me the kind of adrenaline rush which is inexplicable. it's a natural high, a byproduct of producing single wavelength of color with your fingertips. I think Dali talked about this in the past that the high of making artwork is so intense that really can't be matched but taking any drugs - not that I've ever taken drugs it's just I feel intensity about anything in the world without any external means
Giant Hands in Color /
Apple Peels Kanji, Ink and apple peels on the back of a found painting, 20 x 30 inches /
The subtle and not so subtle life of red /
Also decorating my chandelier with ingredients of a subway car. The subtle and not so subtle life of red - about the reds that are gentle - old masters technique of gentle blending, starring a jar of Damar varnish made with Damar crystals melted in turpentine.
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Drawing and Painting /
Working on Automatic Red - Acrylic and Oil on canvas.
the story of the red i have been looking for is a long one - I once set out to find a perfect red and experimented in various reds. the red i liked turned out to be a never drying printers ink red. Six months out it was still wet to the touch. So i ended up photographing the resulting test and making an animation ( Winter Diagrams ) with it. later, after the fact, i found a corresponding fabric red in a store in the garment district in Manhattan, on 38th street. They had the most amazing collection of textiles in an enormous warehouse. i remember getting a roll of this beautiful red silk like fabric and hauling it back to Chelsea. And after came the acrylic paint i found.. a winsor and newton. and after that came vermillion and some cadmiums in oil. It's kinda the reverse of what you'd expect but these are the best kind of stories.
Red /
Red red red.. literally drowning in red, practically drinking it straight from the tube. Love the feeling of a single wavelength of light flooding my brain. There's a large canvas on the opposite wall that lies in wait for the flood.