David Lindamood
Artist
Together, these paintings reflect an ongoing investigation into how experience is altered by time and memory. There are influences from modernist figuration and expressionism, present but not revisited nostalgically. These works have the thumbprint of adolescence - going way.
These paintings move between figure, memory, and abstraction without hierarchy.
Each figure recurs as a psychological structure rather than a portrait. Bodies bend, fragment, or dissolve into their surroundings.
Landscapes behave similarly, acting less as locations rather than as emotional fields, perhaps as spiritual surroundings. A necessary part.
Physically, throughout these works, the paint is used to expose an instability against control —layered, scraped, reworked, all allowed to remain visibly - unresolved in some places. As if to welcome the viewer into the process of the artist as a kind of performance as well as a final conclusion.
Here, color functions as both emotion and communication. The color distribution carries mood, memory, and physical force – Energy. In these early works, the color and applied paint push against the drawing, dark lines, the calculated geometry. Color and Image Experience rather than support the control.
This tension—between control and accident, between form and erosion—is central to these works.
Noted: This battle is subdued in later works, where often line and drawing dominate, as if to control, even use this Energy developed in this period, to bring it under control within line,
drawing and cartooning, thus promoting a linear importance overseeing this earlier battle of expression.
Taken all together, these works reflect an ongoing investigation into how experience is retained and altered over time. They acknowledge the influence of modernist figuration and expressionism, while resisting nostalgia.
These paintings are from the past, studies in the progress. These are snapshots of a battle between a Painter and Cartoonist. Here, in this display, in this moment, in this Show…
It would seem the Painter is winning…