BORBAY

Having painted The Guggenheim (twice), the Metropolitan (maybe finished?) and the Museum of Art and Design; The Whitney was on my hit list. This painting represents a modified approach to collage painting. Now, changing a creative approach is akin to a skateboarder tweaking a move; think – that 180 degree jack hammer rip was nothing compared to my double 90 degree jack hammer whip.

This  beginning represents a hybrid of my more traditional collage paintings with the recent deviations I have developed during recent corporate commissions (which I haven’t posted due to client requests).

After the jump, awkwardly stroll across Madison Avenue and watch me work out of my comfort zone.

Starting out with the traditional yellow outline. There were some cool guys from Jamaica chillin’ on the corner with me, which made for quite the enjoyable afternoon. It turned into a party when Dina and her man Seth stopped by.

Starting to collage at random, big, heavy headlines.

A little bit of red, creating some sort of strange balance.

Nearly all collaged, with the intrepid flight attendant party animal hanging out in the window.

Hello! A Red and Orange translucent wash – more see through than 70% of the worlds advertising professionals.

Oh no he didn’t just use pthalo blue straight from the tube on a wet colored ground. Oh no he didn’t.

Mixing paint right on the canvas… three piles of color, and constant interaction on the surface. Traditionally, my collage paintings showcase my Virgo, but this approach takes away some control. It’s like that trick where your friends hold your arms while you lay face down on the pavement and slowly lower you down and it feels like you are falling off a cliff. Or, watching an episode of Meet the Browns.

OK, I realize it looks like a bag of unwrapped Starbust have been thrown against the surface. Straight up. Starburst is both singular and plural, right? I mean, eating Starbursts? That sounds worse than a mouth full of Starburst.

Colorful. Letting the paint dance a bit, losing control, not quite like Eminem, but almost.

That orange and red is menacing, like someone who asks for change when their face is three or less inches away from yours.

Ohhh shadows. And this is where the canvas is after one day. Check back for more painting action at 75th and Madison Avenue. Feel free to email the Whitney directly, urging them to acquire this before it is way, way too expensive to acquire after I am dead.