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kathleenkeifer
image-dna: Pop Paintings Manhattan Beach Ca
Pop Paintings Manhattan Beach Ca
http://www.kathleenkeifer.com/pop_art/
Does everyone have that memory of the perfect summer afternoon, spent playing board games at the cabin with the smell of rain in the air? I'm fascinated by the response these board games (in their bits and pieces) evoke in us as adults. Sure there's the tug of childhood and nostalgia, the innocence of playing a game with clear rules and clear winners. But there is a quality of otherness I experience when I paint a row of dominos, or my favorite monopoly mover, or the last piece of the puzzle. Whenever I look at a flag, or a chessman, or a pile of Scrabble tiles, I know that these are iconic symbols that somehow exist before memory. Somehow, they live in an unconscious dream-realm where they represent something more than the detritus of playtime.
September 8th 2015
image-dna: Original Oil Painting Manhattan Beach Ca
Original Oil Painting Manhattan Beach Ca
http://www.kathleenkeifer.com
When I was five I went to the Chicago Art Institute. I still remember entering that room with Monet's haystacks. It was the light, just the light, that was making them look so different. I realized that every single thing I saw was really five or ten or however many different things, all depending on what time of day and year it was as I looked at them. Part of me still thinks you need to paint something dozens of times, in all different lights and moods, before you understand it.
August 14th 2015
Pop Paintings Manhattan Beach Ca
http://www.kathleenkeifer.com/pop_art/
Does everyone have that memory of the perfect summer afternoon, spent playing board games at the cabin with the smell of rain in the air? I'm fascinated by the response these board games (in their bits and pieces) evoke in us as adults. Sure there's the tug of childhood and nostalgia, the innocence of playing a game with clear rules and clear winners. But there is a quality of otherness I experience when I paint a row of dominos, or my favorite monopoly mover, or the last piece of the puzzle. Whenever I look at a flag, or a chessman, or a pile of Scrabble tiles, I know that these are iconic symbols that somehow exist before memory. Somehow, they live in an unconscious dream-realm where they represent something more than the detritus of playtime.
September 8th 2015
image-dna: Original Oil Painting Manhattan Beach Ca
Original Oil Painting Manhattan Beach Ca
http://www.kathleenkeifer.com
When I was five I went to the Chicago Art Institute. I still remember entering that room with Monet's haystacks. It was the light, just the light, that was making them look so different. I realized that every single thing I saw was really five or ten or however many different things, all depending on what time of day and year it was as I looked at them. Part of me still thinks you need to paint something dozens of times, in all different lights and moods, before you understand it.
August 14th 2015