What in god’s name is Modernism? It’s a question that I’ve thought about often since a friend of mine figured I fit into the movement. I’m not sure that I fit into any movement, to be honest. I’ve been told I’m an Expressionist, partly because I express myself when painting (which seems a bit foolish) and partly because of the emotional reaction people get from some of my paintings. Another has called me a figurative painter with a flair for the abstract. Apparently I have a bit of Abstract Expressionism and Pop Art in me, though honestly neither of these fit either.
I was looking at Hans Hofmann’s “The Gate” and figured that seemed like me. But then again there’s this idea that I don’t really care about modern urbanism. I’m certainly not a realist, and I don’t want to be one. In fact, despite the fact that I love Edward Hopper, I don’t believe realism has much of a place in today’s world. I’m a big believer in the idea that we don’t know what our options are. The “glass consumer”, as posited by Susanne Lace, essentially strips any chance we have at knowing what options are possible simply because we know so much less about ourselves than corporations do. If that’s the case, what’s the point of reality?
Barcelona Rooftops – Greg Mason Burns – 2014
Zapatos de Flamenco – Greg Mason Burns – 2014
Una Vista de Ardales – Greg Mason Burns – 2014
Portrait of a Lady – Greg Mason Burns – 2013