Word: paint
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Before he came to the U.S. in 1950, Okada derived his forms from landscapes and figures: "I worked with the object." But for a man who ultimately decided that he wanted to paint the interior of his own mind, the object merely inhibited the necessary flight of fancy. And so Okada turned to abstraction, which he calls "the Western way" but his Western way still keeps the flavor of Japan...
Okada works on as many as five canvases at a time, wandering from one to another in bare feet. He uses knives, fingers, pieces of wood, rollers, "and, of course, I also have brushes." When he has "a feeling of one of my dreams," he begins to paint. He has no advance knowledge of how his canvas should come out, and thus his composition can grow naturally. "Without knowing is the best way to create something," he says...
...colors are muted, do not dazzle. He can catch the orange glory of dawn, but he is not interested in the glare of high noon. He suggests the movement inherent in even the still life, but shuns swift outward action. Rather than a storm at sea, he prefers to paint the glistening emptiness of the time when the tide has run out. There is activity in a Knaths painting, but it is contained in a marvelous calm: mood and movement flow, one from the other, as in a slow-motion ballet...
...lifeless present. In despair she retreats into fantasies of flight from a world where money talks so loud that the heart cannot be heard. She greasepaints her body and makes like a Mau Mau; she goes for a plane ride and imagines she's a bird. But the paint washes off and the wings of fancy moult. The world is still there. She decides to make terms with it. But in gaining the world, will she lose her own soul...
...Neugersdorf, 115 miles southeast of the frontier of freedom. But Hans Weidner did have one major asset, the 30-passenger bus that he operated for the local Communist regime. It was an ugly thing, and ancient. Its chassis creaked, and the engine coughed; a cream-colored coat of paint could not disguise the welts and bruises of two decades of chugging service. In fact, the bus was ready for the junk pile when Weidner decided to press it into service for one last...