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Pointiflet. What the hell is that? I like to think of it as a new way of doing business in the boundless, uncountable, sometimes unfathomable ways that making art can take. Pointiflet. My friend, Jeanette DeBoines of Oseye Gallery in El Paso, Texas, and since has returned to California, deserves thanks for coming up with that name. I won’t go too deeply into the story behind it all but I like it and so shall it be. Let it be written, let it be done.
I am a pointillist by style, choice, and temperament, the source of the name Pointiflet.
I do my work in that style and any artist who use small dots or splotches of
paint or color as a style is a pointillist. It can require patience but I don't feel that way. Others delight, I think in thinking far too much of it is required, akin to watching grass grow, but I don't feel that to be true. Points of paint. Well, that is me,
except that included in the mix along with the patience to place dot after dot
after dot, is a most joyous concoction, ordinary household bleach, and it is
used to remove color, rather than add, and Pointiflet, as a descriptive
term includes using it, indeed there would be no Pointiflet without
it. Another friend, Sabine Grand, who created a beautiful brochure for me that
looks remarkably like this website in style and design, pronounces it without
the
't',
as
is
her
right
to do so, being
a Parisian by birth and rearing, and it is beautiful to hear. I
choose
now
to
work
with
this
rather
untraditional ‘medium’ because
of
the spectacular results I can achieve. The ‘paintings’ you see here with
the black background were rendered with bleach and as you can see where it is
not black it is gold in color. That is Pointiflet. No more, no
less. In exploring the limits of this strange new medium I can see much that
I still have to learn. This is only the tip of the iceberg. Let Clorox clean
clothes. I will try to clean other things. Let’s see where it will lead.
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