Who Speaks For The Water

Formerly called Bad Water, this painting's title was inspired by a blog post I wrote about a year and a half ago. I completely forgot that the photo I used at the beginning of that post is the same one from which I did the painting. The water was putrid in that lagoon. My brother and I were separated from it by an eighth of an inch of fiberglass. Get in a canoe and go there. Go into any little lagoon along the Hackensack River. You'll appreciate the pristine clear liquid that flows from the tap in your sink. Consider that the fact that the water in that lagoon used to be just as crystal clear, before civilization turned it into a sewer.

My only disappointment about this painting is that I wasn't able to fully capture the greazy film that was floating on the surface of the water. It was everywhere. It's lethal to anything that lives. It's gonna find its way into your body by way of the food chain. It will be in all of the food you eat. Your babies will be drinking it in trace amounts. If you're a mother it will be in your breast milk. Male or Female, it will be somewhere in your body. It may give you cancer.

I finished this painting in 22 sittings, and I captured each night's work and posted them here. The first one shows the original photo and an unpainted canvas with my pencil sketch, and you can follow the progress from there. I won't put links to all of them, but its easy enough to scroll through. I plan on making a video like the one I did for Xanadu, but maybe after Thanksgiving.

So here it is, the final photo:

Matthew Green, Who Speaks For The Water, 30" x 48", oil on canvas, 2012

Bad Water 22 - Done...

This painting is done. Time to move on. "Official" photo coming soon. No real title as of yet. Meanwhile I'm finishing this wine. Celebration time... 

Bad Water 21 - Growing Weary

I'm not weary of this painting. In fact, it's exactly the opposite. I'm in the beginning of a Fall Surge. Usually I wind things down in the fall and close up the studio for the holidays, but not this year. I've been distracted lately by other things, such as order fulfillment and Superstorm Sandy. Tonight was a re-emergence, and I think this thing is close to finished. New material is on the hopper and I'm feeling energized early heading into my January Zen period.

I'm weary of posting this painting each time I work on it. It's getting old. This blog is getting old. I think its time to close up shop, shut it down, kill it before it multiplies. I think this project is also coming to an end. I never got the grant money I was seeking and now its 3 years on and I need to find something else to pursue. I have some ideas on new subject matter and its nothing to do with The Meadowlands.

And I need a real title for this painting. I'm just not feeling Bad Water anymore. Gotta dig deep for that.

For what its worth, here's Bad Water 21....