On the First Day
On the first day, a small hole
Tears open this universe, our universe.
Your blood, my blood, our blood
Pours forth as living ink,
Staining landscape with flowering
Blotches of crimson graffiti
Until the entire world is autographed.
Abandoned, apparently
We heal this festering mystery
With a disinfectant scrub of faith,
Suture the wound with
A thin thread of hope,
Rise above our own autonomy
And discern for ourselves
The true banks of the riverbed,
Fording the distance of simply being alive
And being completely whole.
~Billy Tice

10" x 10", acrylic paint on canvas
I painted my first painting in 1968 when I was 16 using industrial enamel and technique similar to Jackson Pollock's action paintings. After a lengthy hiatus, I assumed a daily practice of painting beginning in the summer of 1997 and have been at it with more or less fervent urgency since then. Immediately upon resumption of painting, I was told, "Pick your favorite painter and don't paint like them."
Painters I admire include Marc Rothko, Helen Frankenthaler, Gerhard Richter, Richard Diebenkorn, Chuck Close, Stuart Davis, and Jasper Johns, to name a minimal few.
With the exception of the largest and the smallest canvas paintings showing here, this entire painting series was painted in 2009 between Sunset Valley and Oak Hill, here in Austin, using water from the Edwards aquifer. The paint is all acrylic and all materials and processes are of archival quality.
This series is based on a binary figure/ground relationship of a dot floating inside a color field, or as a round window frame looking out onto a color field. Threading throughout and forming the figure/ground is the constancy of a spiral bifurcated by an arbitrary concentricity to form a dot in the middle of the picture plane.
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