These are images from the Seed Pods in the paintings.
Paintings made during the process of moving my home to downtown Santa Fe—a continuous reel of paintings giving the illusion of motion.
Underneath everything is the Underneath. It is looking for me.
These are images that fall from the night sky landing in the paintings—maybe Astral bodies.
The Wind Harp, or the Aeolean Harp, is one of the oldest instruments. One places it in a window or a door so the wind can touch its strings.
It is this touch that releases the music inside the Instrument.
A gallery of paintings moving in relationship to each other.
Ferocious is the wild expression of freedom and possibility.
In the lush world of Daniel Tucker’s pastels, we feast upon colors. It’s as if we find ourselves in the middle of an artist’s personal and idiosyncratic journey. Here, the viewer’s eye can skip over a richly ornamented kingdom, over hill and dale, to reassess a question vital to all of us: what is the game of life and how do we play it with our whole heart?
When we look at these paintings, surely reminiscent of cave paintings but also of Marc Chagall and Paul Klee and Kandinsky and Gustave Klimt and Alice in Wonderland, we are welcomed by the velvety warmth of pure pigment, as well as by a sense that any one of us can and will interpret them differently. That all interpretations could be interesting and somehow true – even if Tucker’s narrative of them is as specific as it is grand. The best compliment he could imagine receiving about one of his paintings? That someone can’t stop looking at them.
“I love pastels because I can hold them in my hand; the colors are raw and saturated. They are fragile to the touch but will last thousands of years undisturbed. I’m an old cave painter. I use my hands to faithfully transmit what is in the heart. I can’t imagine expressing feelings on paper without using my hands”.