No pictures yet. I managed to hang all the new pieces in Dayton successfully, but of course didn't have my camera with me when I did, so any photographic evidence will have to wait until I'm back in Ohio. Which won't be long, I'm actually moving back in on Monday to start my last year of school. So maybe then I'll be able to get some more pictures.

On an unrelated note, I went to visit the Frist today, Nashville's main art museum. They have a show there now called "Color as Field: American Painting, 1950-1975." Like the name says, the exhibit consisted of color field paintings by the likes of Mark Rothko, Helen Frankenthaler, and Frank Stella, along with a handful of others. I went to this show not because I expected to enjoy it, but because I really kind of felt I had to. Honestly, I really didn't think I'd like a single piece in this show. 

Right now, I'm still not sure how much of the show I actually enjoyed. Big blotches of color have never really appealed to me whenever I've studied them in the past, and now they still don't hold too much more appeal for me. But at the same time, I really did start to appreciate the work once I was in the middle of it all. For example, I've honestly never liked any of Rothko's work. I love his writing, and I understand his importance, but all his interchangeable paintings just never did anything for me. Now that I've experienced the actual presence of one, I can start to understand it a bit more. With the majority of these paintings, the impact really isn't because of any assessment of the imagery or colors used, but instead it's all in the experience of standing in front of something so huge. Seriously, many of these paintings had at least one side that was near nine feet in length. 

I think a lot of this impact of such a spectacle comes from the fact that I'm a painter myself. When I look at these, I just picture myself trying to create something that huge, ten foot tall paintings of awkward masked guys and weird looking girls. It's really, really exciting. 

Overall, the sense I get from these paintings is one convergent with my intentions regarding the Meditations installation. An atmosphere starts to emerge from the sheer presence of the pieces, and once you're standing a foot away from them, the feeling moves from partial atmosphere to full environment. 

Anyway, if you live in or near Nashville, you should check it out, though I'd definitely say it won't be everyone's cup of tea. More information can be found right here. 

I'm sure you could find pictures of all the work somewhere online, but to say that the pictures don't do the work justice is like saying Alaska is kind of big for a state.

To sum up: big paintings are really cool, more pictures of my work in their current environs will hopefully be around very soon ( a week, maybe?).