Although there are exceptions, I have never fancied myself as one who works by direct and external observation. Hence, I use the term archaeology of excavation. Long before I lost my common sense, I was an Archaeology/Geology major at Tulane.
Art history documents over hundreds—if not thousands—of years the great scope of masterpieces by those whom I pursued a more direct, narrative or realist manner.
The excavation painters share a very brief moment in modern time dating back to the early 20th century with the pure abstraction of Wassily Kandinsky and Arthur Dove. A brief list of some of the greats would include Miro, Gorky, Mark Tobey, Cy Twombly, and Susan Rothenberg.
It has been argued (though I will spare you here) that there are more similarities than differences between these schools. Every mark and image ever laid down on canvas has a source and origin. The same can be said for memories, dreams, thoughts, and associations. From whence it came is a good question. Please note that I stipulate to oversimplification. I left my old and much loved abode of twenty three years on the Bogue Falaya river in 2012. I am now a little farther away and deeper into the woods.