Complexity can be a double edged sword. And I am feeling the puncture wounds from both edges. Complexity is not necessarily *details* . . . .oh, boy! Do I hate that word. Details are not in the list of design elements for a reason. The do nothing to enhance the content or the measure of a good painting. And details become the bane of those who become stuck in them because they don’t know when to give them up for more important matters.
As an example, I could have put sun glasses and nose and lips on the guy at the far left of the painting. But, for what? To say he has a face? No! The shadow on his face and the color of the reflected light under the bill of his cap is much more important. In the painting, his face is slightly smaller than my thumbnail on my left hand. How many times can you say that you can actually *see* such detail in real life when someone’s face is that far away and that small? Impossible!
As another example, the guy in the shorts in the foreground has a greater purpose than to be just standing there. His purpose is to connect and relate the bottom of the painting with that big DKNY sign on the side of the building. His shirt is black and so is his hair, but not as dark. His shape acts as a point of transition and connection with the rest of the painting. It takes away the staccato shock of that sudden deep black of the sign and provides the eye with a bridge into the better lit area of the painting.
And light brings up another point. From left to right and from the right side of the piece to the crosswalk there is gradual transition of value in the color of the light, as witnessed by the surface of the street. It gradually gets lighter and lighter. That big giant black in the background always threatens to demand all of the attention by the sheer weight and size of it. So, tricks had to be used to distract from it. I could not have very light values around it. In fact, to get the eye off the wall and onto the street, I used opaque paints on the building and gradually lightened them as the painting transitioned toward the street. On the street, everything is in transparent color, so the light from the white paper shines outward at the viewer and makes the tints of pure color in the peoples’ clothes attract attention.
Then there is the composition. Squint at the piece and you will see an “L” lying on its back. That is very much a purposeful move! That “L” puts the eye into the area where the direction changes from horizontal to vertical. And that is where all the comparatively small shapes live to hold the eye.
That is all what design is about. Details do no work whatsoever, other than to distract the viewer’s attention. The fight in this painting was to not get sucked into the details. The painting is about the light, the heat of summer, the atmosphere and the place . . . . .not the lips on the guy to the far left . . .or his shoe laces. If I wanted that I would have published his photograph. My problem is that I am unsure if I should be pursuing all this complexity. I have several more paintings in me that are waiting to get out with that in them. And I am anxious to go back to my big swaths of paint and let the paint speak for itself . . . .not someone’s lips.
In the meanwhile . . . .I must answer the muse.