Fire is 3 a.m. in my Hours of the Day series. When shown at the Orange County Museum of Art, it was perhaps the most popular of the cycle, with drama, beauty, and that stab of swimming pool blue countering the hot flames. Posed by my eldest daughter, the little girl stares up at the destruction of her home with a look of awe. Silhouetted against the turquoise of the neighbor’s pool is her hand, tentatively reaching forward. Across from it, the shriveled remnants of a rose shy away from the heat.
One of the ways I measure how much a piece affects me is how often I think of it down the road. This one keeps returning. Very powerful!
Didn’t you folks out in Acton have a recent scare with the Station Fire? No wonder you think about it. One of the inspirations for the piece was our annual SoCal fire season. There is always drama, human terror and suffering, and an oddly beautiful display of mother nature keeping things in check.
Hi Scott, do you think that in any way this painting may connect with the experiences of your wife and her family in Iran and afterwards? JS
No. If anything, it is our yearly fires here in LA. You see these images of people who have lost every thing, and others who pack their car with favored belongings. As a homeowner and involuntary pack-rat, the idea of losing everything in a fire is sometimes appealing.