Somehow never got around to posting this little gem from 2019. Another one that was years in the making and finally wrapped up late last year. Four colors on mustard yellow stock. In the shop if you want it.
Have I titled a blog post this way before? Seems like I’m always kickstarting the season with some sort of cliched header and for some reason this one seems familiar. Yes? No? Oh well, we’ll just go with it.
I started printing again last week with a simple two color design. Arrows. It’s all about the arrows. Don’t get me started about arrows. Oh really? You haven’t heard? Well then, let me discuss. I’ll keep it brief. Promise.
Arrows are the perfect form. They’re bold, angular, directional, geometric, purposeful, iconic, graphic, dynamic, exclamatory, international and come in all sorts of different shapes and sizes. All that and yet they still manage to say what needs to be said: this/you, here. You can’t get much better than that.
I usually don’t revisit artwork once it’s been retired. Last year, though, I was asked to reconsider and take another look at my Chevron print of 2012. While initially reluctant, I said yes (I’m apprehensive about delving too deeply back into the archive for fear of watering down—or extinguishing—that initial spark. I’m also inclined to keep pressing forward and letting the past speak for itself. There are so many ideas and so little time that I’d rather just work on something new). But, alas, I’m getting off-topic. In short, I’m grateful for the extra arm-twisting because it allowed me to see the work with fresh eyes and perhaps bring something new to the table. And lo and behold, inspiration struck.
The latest addition/edition from Fall 2014 was something that popped into my head fully formed: the chevron in green and gold. That was it. No fussing with swatches, no anguished sketching or scrutiny. It had to be be kelly green and metallic gold—right from the get-go. If pressed for some statement on inspiration, I’d say that these colors simply remind me of my hometown. That’s not a statement of longing (nor one of criticism, for that matter), it just is. It’s an abstraction of things in the air in that place—an apt representation that just feels right.