Not exact matches
An uneventful yet irresistibly honest story unfolds, complete
with flashbacks and flash - forwards, in a meticulously re-created time and place (you can almost smell the plaster dust and
cigarette ash in Dorothea's house).
Starkey inhaled half an inch of
cigarette, then flicked
ash on the floor, not bothering
with the ashtray.
By laying the canvas on the ground, and dripping the paint onto it, the body of the painter was also immersed
with color, the marks of his movement were also left on the canvas, as well as the
ashes of the
cigarettes the painter smoked while working.
Paint tubes alongside peanut shells,
cigarette butts and
ashes indicate an easy familiarity
with studio practice.
I can hear him speaking about Max Ernst in the chair from Peggy Guggenheim, and the way he tortured Robert Oppenheim
with a long exposure, in which his
cigarette ash stayed aloft and whole for a surreal amount of time.