Someplace Else

2017   CALLOWAY Fine Art and Consulting 

​​​Every time I move somewhere new -- every four years or so -- I spend time feeling disconnected. Why did I go so far away? Where do I really belong? Can I reinvent myself in this new place? I paint my way toward the answers. This is especially true with my egg tempera paintings. Egg tempera doesn’t glide around the way oil does. It doesn’t abide being moved from here to there, or wiped off the canvas to try another direction. Egg tempera hits the panel and stays put. There is a solidity, a rooted-ness to it. In order to build an egg tempera landscape, I sit for hours laying down line after line, layer upon layer. If I work long enough, the unfamiliar language and customs around me fall away. And I’m someplace else. Someplace I’ve made, someplace that draws on the memory of all the places I have traveled and lived and made my home. Sometimes, it’s a glimpse of sky in a faraway place. Other times, it’s a field that I saw a thousand times as a child. This has been a hard couple of years to be away from home. Lots of things have changed and are changing still. I hope that these reflections of my visual experience will bring you to a time you remember, somewhere familiar or, if needed, just someplace else.