Pointiflet. What the hell is that? I like to think of it as a new way of doing business in the boundless, uncountable, sometimes unfathomable ways that making art can take. Pointiflet. My friend, Jeanette DeBoines of Oseye Gallery in El Paso, Texas, and since has returned to California, deserves thanks for coming up with that name. I won’t go too deeply into the story behind it all but I like it and so shall it be. Let it be written, let it be done.

I am a pointillist by style, choice, and temperament, the source of the name Pointiflet. I do my work in that style and any artist who use small dots or splotches of paint or color as a style is a pointillist. Points of paint. Well, that is me, except that included in the mix along with the patience to place dot after dot after dot, is a most joyous concoction, ordinary household bleach, and it is used to remove, rather than add, color, and Pointiflet, as a descriptive term includes using it, indeed there would be no Pointiflet without it. I choose now to work with this rather untraditional ‘medium’ because of the rather spectacular results I can achieve. The ‘paintings’ you see here with the black background were rendered with bleach and as you can see where it is not black it is gold in color. That is Pointiflet. No more, no less. In exploring the limits of this strange new medium I can see much that I still have to learn. This is only the tip of the iceberg. Let Clorox clean clothes. I will try to clean other things. Let’s see where it will lead.