DYLAN RODRIGUEZ

“Hiding” acrylic on canvas.

“The Kiss” acrylic on canvas.

“Venus” acrylic on canvas. 

How does color speak to you? What comes to mind when you think of certain color?

A deep blue that gives the canvas a heavy mood, like a lone trumpet player blowing away his pain in a small, dimly lit cafe in the middle of the busy, busy city.

A pastel yellow that radiates warmth, like you’re standing in a field full of freshly cut grass with the occasional flower peaking its head through the surface on a hazy, summer day in the south.

A fiery red, full of vigor and life that overwhelms and over flows, like a burning comet soaring through the atmosphere.

All of these are primary colors, from which every tone and shade of color come from. Mixing and mashing to find every subtlety and nuance within the palette that I’m working with.

To me, color is the ultimate expression. It is the heart, soul and brain of an artist.  

“It is not enough to place colors, however beautiful, one beside the other; colors must also react on one another. Otherwise, you have cacophony.” - Henri Matisse

YELLOW OF COURSE

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I TAKE IT ALL IN

I TRY

ITS ALL ABOUT BALANCE

YOU FOLLOW ME

I TRAIL YOU

CATCHING UP

ALTHOUGH NOT READY

THIGH TO THIGH

ARM TO ARM

ITS TOO MUCH NOW

THE ALARM JUST WENT OFF

A WATCH I DON’T HAPPEN TO OWN

IT STOPPED ITSELF

TRYING NOT TO BE ABRASIVE

I’M GOOD THANKS FOR ASKING

EVERYONE ASKS

NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW

ACKNOWLEDGMENT IS BETTER

SOFTER

VAIN

IT WORKS OUT FOR ALL OF US

MY CHEST ACHES

THE PHLEM BOILS

I BREATHE IN

OUT QUICKLY

I NEED TO REST

Such dark faces surround 

These Holy places.

Need to escape, but don’t know what escape is.

Shapeless, aimless,

As I lay,

Our labor of love stinks of decay.

It was only yesterday 

When the green, red, 

And blue.

Flow past as we

Related on what we knew.

It was new.

It was brash.

We were young.

Times were fast.

But nothing ever lasts.

YES. NO?

shot by @mountainvision