In working, I try to crystallize all of my ideas, observations and impressions about line, architecture, color and geometry. At the same time, I try to keep the result open ended, so that the viewer can bring their own thoughts, and reinterpret their own experiences, to find that sensation of place that we hold in […]

Each painting emerges from recollections of places seen and imagined, music and conversations heard, emotions, expectations and anticipation — all of it gets transferred onto the surface through color and structure. Painting is pulling stuff out of mental storage and adding to the supply at the same time. REW/FF: New Work by Emilia Dubicki 30 […]

…so much of painting is this. It’s a recalling and churning up of experience and memory that can never be planned, relied on, or trusted. But my process requires trust. I begin with random marks and colors that over time coalesce… . Little by little, the anxiety lessens as…decisions are made and options grow fewer […]

I’ve been home from Italy since the beginning of September, so these images, these residues, are distillations of memory that can only come with time. Unlike working directly in nature, maybe what monotypes offered me, from the beginning, was a way of reflecting on an aspect that…is absolutely impossible to approach or to understand sitting […]

Each of us will have a unique compilation of remembered sensations and it is how this material shapes our work that will distinguish my paintings from those of the next painter. We really don’t have all that much control over what we produce when we work from within. What unfolds on the canvas evolves slowly. […]

No Kingdom So little wakes you — why should a little rain, or my leaving to stand under it and naked because I can, all neighbors down, at last down, for the dreaming, and every wasp — daily, the yard’s plague—gone, returned to whatever shingle or board roofs their now thrumless heliport. Tremblefoot, mumbler, you’ve […]

Over the years, beginning in the 1990’s during those extended painting campaigns on the northwest Irish coast where the corrosive impact of weather drastically revised my own expectations of form, I’ve become much more interested in what places feel like rather than with making transcriptions of conventional appearance. Stuart Shils, “The Last Days of Summer.” […]

The spectacle we all saw on TV of ruined homes and homeowners, a somber-faced reporter asking someone who lost her home or, in too many cases, a loved one, “how do you feel?”—it was just was too much for me. What kind of answer did they want, those reporters? Peddling tragedy for ratings was repulsive […]

Spring Wish As from the Earth the light Balloon Asks nothing but release— Emily Dickinson Some mornings there was bread on the air and transoms opened to let the oaks wake you, light chains of pollen caught on the dog’s sleeping face.
 And afternoons of parades, people dressed like ghosts and cyclones, like government officials […]

The title came to mind while I was painting. I envisioned North Truro on lower Cape Cod, wandered to Mykonos, followed by thoughts of Matisse’s Morocco paintings which led me to recall Paul Bowles’ The Sheltering Sky, soon I was hearing Dylan’s Tangled Up in Blue… Emilia Dubicki ‘White Curtains @ the Blue Motel’ 2013. […]