ABOUT THE ART...AND THE ARTIST
A bit of history ~ and explanation
A bit of history ~ and explanation
A bit of history ~ and explanation
Kevin Ducoing lives in West Seattle. He has lived in Washington since 1982 when his family left California and put down roots in the Pacific Northwest. Kevin immediately felt the draw of PNW aesthetic; damp, but clean and crisp...and most times, almost monochromatic. Growing up here influenced Kevin’s work deeply. He attended The Art Institute of Seattle and was further influenced there by one of his teachers, Bill Cumming.
Currently Kevin is painting daily in West Seattle, and working as a fine art photographer and fine art reproduction specialist in the
of Seattle.
The Flying Houses
A bit of history ~ and explanation
A bit of history ~ and explanation
'The Blue House' is the encompassing name for this body of work. These pieces personalize the experience of transitioning, or pulling up roots, moving into unfamiliar places or states of mind, and expressing these moments in time as a mix of natural and designed landscapes through which we wander.
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Our interaction with trees and forests, and the necessity of 'reading the landscape' runs deep in our existence. Where we are pleased to experience two or three generations of people, a tree easily experiences five, ten, or more generations of people. The landscape itself isn't only the foundation of it all. It is changed by us, and is therefore a mirror; ourselves looking back at us.
Kevin's desire is to express this curiosity of modern living next to wilderness - with the feeling that it is actually we who are the characters in a told story. We are the ghost stories; the local lore, and the landscape tells its own stories about us,.
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The presence of houses in my work can be interpreted as plain fact, a question, a semi-conscious moment of introspection, or as a wry commentary of our interaction with the land on which we live.
Imagining our most obvious legacy -our homes, our neighborhoods, our towns- as experienced from the landscape's point of view; what if the land itself could tell the tale of us, the humans. Are we just part of the overall surrounding landscape? Are we an invasion, or threat?
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