Ian MacLeod
“Composition #454”
Acrylic, latex and varathane on canvas
12” x 12”
Monday, September 24, 2018
Saturday, September 22, 2018
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Monday, September 17, 2018
Saturday, September 15, 2018
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
Thursday, June 28, 2018
Thursday, June 21, 2018
Sunday, June 3, 2018
Thursday, May 31, 2018
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Ian MacLeod
“Composition #435 (Epiphany)”
Acrylic, latex and varathane on canvas
36″ x 36″
“Composition #435 (Epiphany)”
Acrylic, latex and varathane on canvas
36″ x 36″
My Epiphany Series on Paper and on Canvas:
I have come to realize, or see in some abstracted manner, my new series of paintings are a reflection of my life.
I was given up at birth and adopted by loving parents (my parents). Even after their deaths I never wanted to search out my birth parents because it felt like a betrayal.
This conflict shows up in my art in the fragmented and broken patterns that are sometimes incomplete and unresolved.
Now in my 70’s, I see that not only my current work, but all my art has undertones of this somewhat separated life and loss of self.
Everything I’ve done, the way I connect or don’t connect with people, places and things are all there to keep me safe and from being lost.
The art shows me this - I don’t believe I saw it until I read something written by an artist friend about himself for an exhibition I curated in 2017. His words, filled with emotion and honesty opened something in me and I will be forever grateful.
And here I thought I was just throwing paint.
I have come to realize, or see in some abstracted manner, my new series of paintings are a reflection of my life.
I was given up at birth and adopted by loving parents (my parents). Even after their deaths I never wanted to search out my birth parents because it felt like a betrayal.
This conflict shows up in my art in the fragmented and broken patterns that are sometimes incomplete and unresolved.
Now in my 70’s, I see that not only my current work, but all my art has undertones of this somewhat separated life and loss of self.
Everything I’ve done, the way I connect or don’t connect with people, places and things are all there to keep me safe and from being lost.
The art shows me this - I don’t believe I saw it until I read something written by an artist friend about himself for an exhibition I curated in 2017. His words, filled with emotion and honesty opened something in me and I will be forever grateful.
And here I thought I was just throwing paint.
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