Whoosh
Posted: July 13, 2012 Filed under: Galleries, Private Collections | Tags: art, contemporary art, Dion Johnson, LA art, life, Mont Blanc, painting, prose, Toms, vacation, vacay 4 Comments
Dion Johnson, Moonlight, 2009
Taffy color, stretched and poured, but self-confident somehow. This color knows where it’s going; knows what it’s about. Writes with a Mont Blanc, but kicks around in Toms. Has struck a balance between curve and line, between cool and hot. Can be pulled and persuaded, but also stands its ground.
Dion Johnson, Dart, 2011
Whoosh. I hear the sound of meetings, calls and deadlines whooshing past. At breakneck speed with a hot orange urgency. Blows my hair back. I adjust my aviators. I don’t mind, I’m on a plane to California. I’ll let this color land where it will. I’m landing in San Jose.
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Do you write with a Mont Blanc and wear Toms too? Grin. Thanks so much! I inhabit a strange little hole between art journalism and art criticism. A creative art hobbit? Sans the hairy feet.
the only thing that moves more quickly than client demands and deadlines on the day before a vacation is the plane taking off the next morning. I’m stoked doesn’t even begin to describe how ready I am for some homegrown Cali wine, while gallivanting around Big Sur. Is that the phone ringing? Sorry, I’m tied up in a meeting… ALL WEEK. peace out.
I can think of all kinds of reasons for the sound whoosh in California. Let’s try them all!