#Terry Winters

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Terry Winters - Rhizome (1998)

linoleum cut on paper 48.3 x 63.2 cm

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Terry Winters Point Cloud (4), 2023 Oil, wax, and resin on linen 83 × 63 in

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Terry Winters (American, 1949), Untitled, 1981. Charcoal and watercolor on paper, 29 ⅞ x 22 ⅛ in.

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Terry Winters

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Terry Winters' paintings for Point Cloud Pictures at Matthew Marks Gallery reference data collection methods and patterns from the natural world. The colorful and energetic works leave it up to the viewer to make their own associations.

From the gallery’s press release-

Winters’s work centers on abstraction as a catalyst for exploring the natural world. In his paintings, composition and color give new meaning to a wide range of technical references, which include advanced mathematical principles, musical notation, botany, and chemistry. In the artist’s own words: “I’m taking preexisting imagery and respecifying it through the painting process. Information is torqued with the objective of opening a fictive space or lyrical dimension.”

The title of the exhibition refers to the seven Point Cloud paintings on view, in which overlapping grids of ringed particles create complex, amorphous shapes. Borrowed from the field of three-dimensional modeling, a point cloud refers to a set of data points in space, often used to articulate objects or landscapes in digital models. “The forms can also suggest the collective behavior of animals, such as the murmuration of starlings and the schooling of fish,” Winters says. His paintings build an illusionistic sense of ever-expanding depth, as the varying size, shape, and angle of his painted data points lend a dynamism to his canvases. With the utmost attention to pigment, the paintings are built up in layers of oil, wax, and resin, further eliciting the energetic potential of their compositions.

Created through a parallel process, each painting on paper fills a large sheet from edge to edge. To make these works, Winters chose a paper size called a double elephant, which was first developed in 1826 to accommodate J.J. Audubon’s life-size depictions of birds. As Winters has described, “I’m interested in these givens, working within the parameters of that aspect ratio, and how that affects the building of the work.” Together, the works create a space that is both immediate and imaginary, what Winters has called a “vitalized geometry.”

This exhibition closes 6/29/24.

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Untitled, Terry Winters, 1983-4. Oil on linen.

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Terry Winters - Botanical Subject #5

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Terry Winters (American, b. 1949), Morula III, 1983-4. Lithograph, 108 x 82.5 cm.

During his first concentrated study of lithography, Winters completed a series of three works based on the morula, the spherical mass of cells that forms from a newly fertilized egg. He drew the embryonic masses in layers of velvety blacks that create a remarkably lush and painterly surface. Atmospheric smears of ink create an indeterminate space and suggest an environment of suspension for the organic orbs.

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Terry Winters, Set of Ten Place, 2001. Mixed method etching on white wove paper.

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Terry Winters Knotted Graphs ポスター

56 x 86.4 cm

Terry Winters: Knotted Graphs ポスター

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TERRY WINTERS Paintings and Drawings

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 Terry Winters - Clocks and Clouds (12). 2012

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Limiting the choice to the shows and movies I have seen/know of. I'm not asking who the first actor you have seem playing Arthur was, rather the one you instinctively think about when someone mentions him or the one closest to your heart.

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[Note: This poll is a re-do of an older poll, as the original poll received less than 2,000 votes.]

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let it snow — 6. Terry Richmond [Winter prompts]

A/N: It only makes perfect sense to write something loving for this man. My plan is definitely to see Mufasa during this Xmas season with the family. You already know I had to add some shenanigans to this as well! 🤍

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: 2. “S'mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt.” - "You just can't cook." + 13. neighborhood festive decoration competition becomes dangerously competitive.

WARNINGS: language + a sprinkle of sexual content.

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“S'mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt.” You softly exhale as you hold said s’more beneath your fingertips, staring at the treat so lovingly.

Terry gave you a side eye, sitting right beside you on the plushy outdoor sofa that’s set up in the screened in porch out back, “You just can't cook."

Which stops you immediately from biting into the slightly charred gooey dessert, “Okay, that was so nasty and so rude.”

“I mean that in the most respectable way.”

No way did he just try to pull a, “we listen and we don’t judge,” on you?

You tilt your head in confusion, lips pushed out, and a frown situated right between your brows. Maybe you weren’t the best cook and that was mostly in Terry’s department when it came to your shared household but you had no problem assisting and sampling!

Terry reached out to the table across from the couch, picking up the tin that contained the roasted s’mores, which you both participated in making at the pit in the backyard.

“Uh uh, you just said I couldn’t cook so keep your hands to yourself.”

Terry peers over at you with his naturally lined green eyes, chin burrying into his shoulder as he says, “You’re acting as if you made these all on your own. The stars are on the bottom, covered by your burnt ones.”

“They’re charred.” You sat up from your slouched position and stuck your nose up into the air.

“…Which is another term for overcooked.”

“You don’t cook s’mores.”

“You’re right,” Terry finds a s’more that looked the best, one he made, “you roasted and set them on fire.”

“The store didn’t have any more chestnuts to roast!” You argued, “And I’ve just about had enough of your slander on my s’mores. What is this? A holiday bake off?”

Terry scoffed, tossing his long legs up onto the table as he held a s’more of his own, “Not even close. You would be kicked off immediately.”

He grimaced at the black parts of the marshmallow that still remained from the s’more you previously bit out of. Which earned him a nice slap to the chest, and a rumble of laughter from him in return, letting you know that didn’t hurt as much as you intended it to.

Terry loved teasing you on your cooking skills, along with your family, who had no issue calling Terry up instead to see what he would be bringing to all sorts of family functions. It’s not like you didn’t try…you always had the vision but executing was the problem. During this season you were experimenting with soups and there was no better person to try it on than your man.

If you wanted honest opinions, Terry Richmond was your guy.

“…Hold up.”

Blinking you turn to see Terry slowly sit up—truly on some Michael myers type shit but you kept that to yourself—his eyes glaring out into the nightfall.

“What’s the matter?” You asked before popping the rest of the treat into your mouth.

Terry answers, “Look at our neighbors house and tell me what you see.”

Frowning you lean forward as well, looking left to right rather than straight ahead you respond, “…high ass light bills?”

Any other time Terry would have let out a laugh but by his posture, you can tell he was trying to keep his cool. The grunt that escaped his mouth and the air that flared from his nostrils, finally gets you to look at the house that was directly behind your home.

“Oh no he didn’t.” You stood up, watching as the inflatable gingerbread man stood tall and proud, “I said that was the theme we were going for.”

Terry nods, “Uh huh. Safi said he only celebrates kwanza and wasn’t into the whole decor like everybody in this community is.”

Safi just moved in a few months ago and you two were the first to actually go introduce yourselves with a platter of something nice. Just doing neighborly things and it seemed like Safi and Terry were getting along just fine. Safi even stopped into Terry and Mike’s catering business, building some sort of networking relationship at first. They hung out a few times, he invited you two over for dinner…so you weren’t completely strangers.

To put it simply, a heads up would have been nice.

“Looks like he changed his mind.” You crossed your arms, “Either that or he’s fake as fuck.”

Terry sighs, “I should go over and see if he needs any help.”

“Or you can just text him with a picture followed by a question mark?”

Terry gets to his feet now, “Things can get misconstrued through text, baby. I rather stop by.”

It was your turn to hum, “Well don’t take too long…the rain and sleet are supposed to come in again around nine and there’s a present I want you to open under the tree.”

The man dips his head as he starts shoving on his outerwear that he tossed on the other furniture as the indoor porch got a little too warm for him, “Let me guess, that present must be you?”

That knocks some of the annoyance out of your frame as you meet his awaiting emerald (usually peridot) hues in the dim of the attached space, “Maybe…you’ll just have to wait and see.”

He winks as he steps forward, pressing a scratchy kiss to your cheek, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

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“…my bad man, I don’t know what you’re getting at.” Safi lightly rubs at his jaw, shifting to lean against his ajar door, “First you stop by unannounced and then you and your lady accuse me of stealing a stupid gingerbread when everyone uses gingerbread decor, it’s Christmas.”

Terry felt his eyebrow twitch, hands clasped in front of him as he felt the wind pick up behind his back, “I apologize for stopping by so late on short notice. I just couldn’t help but to detect a decor piece that I showed you that I knew my lady would like. To my surprise it looks identical. You are aware that the back of our homes face each other…so one of us would see it?”

Safi folds his arms and slowly nods his head, “Sure but it wasn’t intentional.”

“Are you sure?”

“As sure as I am of you pressing me.”

Strike two!

“Okay Safi.” Terry sends him a smile that felt less than jolly, “I see where this is going so I hope you have a nice night and whatever holiday you suddenly decide to celebrate.”

Safi sends a mocking two finger salute, “Everything’s always good on my end, vet. Terry. Say hello to the Mrs. For me?”

Strike three!

You’re lounging right by the tree on a crocheted blanket and in front of the fire, back warming up soothingly as you patiently waited for Terry to get back. Hearing the front door slamming, you sit up a bit on your elbow, ready to get back into your model pose but sit up quickly at the hooded figure.

Who turns out to be Terry who sends you a wicked grin full of teeth, his nose crinkled at the bridge of his nose followed by the dip of his inner brows.

“You didn’t.” You peek at the deflated decor in his hands.

“Uh huh.” Terry drags it towards the indoor porch, “Safi thinks shit is going to be sweet just because it’s the holidays? Naah. We’re going to show him what happens when you move the way he does.”

Clacking your nails together in excitement as you sat cross legged, you nod at your man who tosses the inflatable onto the porch. When he turns back to you, drinking in the image of you in nothing but a red and white pinstriped blouse and thigh high socks.

“That can wait though.” Terry smirks as he starts peeling out of his jacket.

You’re up on your knees while Terry gets down on his, you’re almost chest to chest as he cups your face, his thumbs gently caressing the sides of your cheek bones while he stares deeply into your eyes.

“Glad you made it back to me in one piece, Richmond.”

Terry snorts, “Did you really have any doubts?”

You smirk, “I mostly said a prayer for Safi.”

“Course you did,” Terry laughs before tenderly pressing a kiss to your lips.

You melt into him just like the sleet that hits the windows. Just from that kiss alone, you’re fighting to catch your breath as you flick your eyes up to meet Terry’s which are shifting in hues the longer he stares at you, “…I hope you weren’t too rough on our gingerbread man.”

Terry leans down to place an open mouthed kiss to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse race at its point, “I thought I said our plan to win this competition can wait?”

“I-it can.”

Great, now he had you stuttering!

“Then lay back and keep your eyes on me. If you close them at any point,” He leans in close enough to your ear, making your toes curl already, “You lose.”

And Terry knew just how much you hated that.

So call this a pre-game if you will, head tilted back, fighting to keep your eyes open that the warmth of tears glided down the corner of your eyes, arms down low on your man’s head, alternating against the urge to keep his face closer or push away while Terry got his own serving of festive Bailey’s cream from you.

The snow was the least of your worries tonight…and your worries sure as hell didn’t include Safi’s flip flopping having ass either!

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Continue with my winter anthology prompts here.