Crowded figures play notes in a claustrophobic space, colors stream around them and notes pile into the air they breathe called Jazz. Saturated powerful phrases, the sexy-saxy falling notes, and growling horns compete for all the audience to hear the tremendous feat, a war of horns, piano and bass, not a drop of blood spilled in the whole damned place. Drinks flowed and cigars fumed as guys and dolls danced up the room. Whiskey, beer and champagne flowed through the speak easy all night long. Musicians played and torch singers scorched up some steamy sultry songs.
-E. A. WILLIAMS
Original Oil on canvas painting of a Bass Player. I sketched a quick study of a bass player during a Festival of Lights event, at the Kress Building in Greensboro North Carolina. I went back to my studio and painted this in about an hour as my paint froze in my brushes. I had no heat. So I had to be quick about it while I still had the concept for it fresh in my mind. The frigidness forced me to focus more clearly. Nothing more or less than what was needed to capture the image. In ideal conditions it wouldn’t take much to overthink a layout and use more colors than is necessary. Simple, Spartan design works best most of the time. Deceptively simple I would say. It has appeared in North Carolina newspapers, that covered my studios from 2003-2008. Also exhibited in numerous galleries in the area, finally exhibited at The Greenville Museum of Art March 2008. The Hippodrome in Gainesville, Florida (Solo Exhibition-Visual Sound III: The Art of Jazz in America) Solo Exhibition-Vam York Theatre, and Oak Hall/Cofrin Gallery.
E. A. WILLIAMS
PapaMamaBaba by Emmett Williams
Original painting on leather PapaMamaBaba © Emmett Williams.