Archive for September, 2022

The Living Dot/ Hokusai

Hokusai Two Fish

At seventy-three I learned a little about the real structure of animals, plants, birds, fishes and insects. Consequently when I am eighty I’ll have made more progress. At ninety I’ll have penetrated the mystery of things. At a hundred I shall have reached something marvelous, but when I am a hundred and ten everything I do, the smallest dot, will be alive.

Katsushika Hokusai

I really like the bit of wisdom above from the great Hokusai, both for his optimism on aging as well as the idea that as he continues to progress his work will reach a point where everything he paints– even something as simple as a dot– has a life force within it.

Attaining that life force, where the painting transcends what you put into it, in any one piece is a rare and difficult thing for any artist to achieve. But that idea that you might one day reach a point where your work has moved from a product of thought and craft to a transcendent expression of the spirit is something that seems beyond our reach or even our aim.

But perhaps we should keep it as an aim in our mind, along with the idea that we will continue to progress as we age, even if it is stored in rarely visited corner. If we hold on to it perhaps we will subconsciously find our way to that goal. And when we are a hundred and ten, the dots we paint will have that same life force as those created by Hokusai.

It’s something to hope for…

I’ve included a few of Hokusai’s paintings beyond his famed wave and landscapes. I love his fish pieces and the raven is wonderful. Enjoy!

I am busy on a new piece this morning and am running the post above from several years ago. I am a big fan of the work of the Japanese artist/printmakers such as Hokusai and Hiroshige. But as large a fan as I am of the work, I love the words at the top from Hokusai. It reminds me of the potential for continued progress as an artist even as I move into those years where most folks are retired or at least contemplating the idea.

The idea that art and creation have no endpoints within a person.

I sometimes need that reminder.


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OKeeffe-Nature-Forms-Gaspé 1932

Georgia O’Keeffe- Nature Forms, 1932

I found things I could say with color and shapes that I couldn’t say in any other way… things I had no words for.

–Georgia O’Keeffe

Very short on time this morning but wanted to share a favorite O’Keeffe painting along with her description of her use of colors and shapes as her means of communicating. Let’s top it off with an old song from 1966 by the Yardbirds that is somewhat in the same vein in that it mentions the shapes of things. I know it’s a stretch but it’s a great song with some wonderful guitar work from Jeff Beck and a fine way to kick off the week. Here’s Shapes of Things.

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Ten Times More


When the crooks they work, we gotta work
Not once, not twice, but ten times more
Where the robbers they walk, we gotta walk
Not once, not twice, but ten times more

–Woody Guthrie, Ten Times More

I was going to play something sort of cool and breezy for this week’s Sunday Morning Music as a counterpoint to my last couple of diatribes here. But I recently became aware of a new album from the Boston-based Celtic punk band, the Dropkick Murphys. The album is called This Machine Still Kills Fascists and is their take on a group of unrecorded songs written by Woody Guthrie.

This is not a new idea. One of my favorite albums is Mermaid Avenue from a collaboration of Wilco and Billy Bragg in which they did very much the same thing. In both cases, the Guthrie family approached these artists and invited them to take on the project of bringing these lyrics to life.

In the case of the Dropkick Murphys, this began about 20 years ago when Nora Guthrie, Woody’s daughter, made them the offer, saying that she thought her father would have felt like a kindred spirit with the band and what they were doing.

They took it on then and the result was their version of Woody’s Shipping Up to Boston. It is, by far, their most well-known song. It was used effectively in a pivotal scene in Martin Scorsese‘s film of Boston gangsters, The Departed. It is also considered the unofficial Tanthem of Boston. To be honest, though I was a fan of the song, I didn’t know it was a Woody Guthrie song and only recently became aware that they had recorded that small group of his songs that were included in their 2005 album, The Warrior’s Code.

This new album is a more direct collaboration with Guthrie’s music, comprised only of his songs and borrowing its title from the message famously scrawled on Woody’s guitar, This Machine Kills Fascists. They also went out to Tulsa, Oklahoma, which is Woody’s hometown and home to the Woody Guthrie Center, to record the album at Leon Russell’s The Church Studio. Leon Russell was also a Tulsa native.

The result is stirring group of Guthrie’s pro-union/labor, anti-fascist songs infused with the Celtic fighting spirit of the Dropkick Murphys. The song below is titled Ten Times More which has Woody saying that in order to beat back those who would oppress you, you have to meet their effort with not equal effort but ten times more effort.

In short, you can’t take half measures with would-be fascists– you have to overwhelm them with your resistance.

I also have included Shipping Up to Boston, for those who may not have heard it before.

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Starlight Tour

GC Myers- Starlight Tour

Starlight Tour, GC Myers

For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

–Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being,  1984

In the aftermath of yesterday’s post on cruelty, I began to have concerns about how that staged political grandstanding could well be an omen of other more sinister events to come if we turn a blind eye to them and they are not confronted.

One of the things that came to mind were the freezing deaths that took place on the outskirts of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan from the 1970’s up through the early 2000’s.

During that time, the police force of Saskatoon was known on a number of occasions to pick up indigenous Canadians from the First Nations tribes for minor offenses such as drunkenness or unruly behavior. Instead of merely arresting them or citing them, they would drive them out past the outskirts of the town and dump them, often without shoes or jackets and always in the sub-freezing temperatures of the harsh Canadian winter.

The detainees would freeze to death before they could make their way back into town or to help.

Well, almost always. One such victim made it two miles in -18° F temperatures before coming to a power station where he was helped by a night watchman there. He was able to shine a light on the practice and the two officers involved were charged with unlawful confinement and sentenced to eight months in prison.

For many years, the Saskatoon Police maintained that these were isolated and unrelated incidents. But in 2003, they admitted that their officers may have been participating in this ongoing dumping of members of the First Nations going back to 1976.

The indigenous people of that area called this practice as being taken for a Starlight Tour

I mention it because it is a mere extension of the same mindset that sees nothing wrong, and even revels, in the recent actions of the governors of Texas and Florida. It is a mindset devoid of compassion and humanity, reducing these people to objects and props. Moving from these stunts to even more inhumane and cruel acts is a short trip on a very slippery slope.

I know most of you don’t want to hear or think about this. I understand that. But this naked cruelty stays on my minda and at a certain point, we have to pay attention and make our compassion known if we want to avoid the potential further inhumanity and cruelty that is being set before us.

I can’t do much, but I can try to do what little I can.

Here’s a song from the Wailin’ Jennys from Winnipeg that is titled Starlight and is based on the horror of the Starlight Tours mentioned above.

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Circus of Cruelty


Remember, democracy never lasts long. It soon wastes, exhausts, and murders itself. There never was a democracy yet that did not commit suicide. It is in vain to say that democracy is less vain, less proud, less selfish, less ambitious, or less avaricious than aristocracy or monarchy. It is not true, in fact, and nowhere appears in history. Those passions are the same in all men, under all forms of simple government, and when unchecked, produce the same effects of fraud, violence, and cruelty.

–John Adams, XVIII, p. 484 – Letters to John Taylor (1814)

A couple of passages to start today’s post but let’s focus on the last few words above from Founding Father and 2nd American President John Adams in describing the effects from unchecked greed, selfishness, vanity, and ambition on a democracy:

…when unchecked, produce the same effects of fraud, violence, and cruelty.

Wow. Could there be a better illustration of the situation which we have been witnessing for the past several years?

We have stood by while truckloads of fraud, violence, and cruelty have passed by us like floats in a nightmarish parade. And nobody with any authority to step in to put a stop to it was willing to speak up.

For me, the recent political stunts pulled by the Governors of Texas and Florida, where they ship unwitting migrants, who are coerced with empty promises of jobs and housing, to far flung destinations, has broken the proverbial camel’s back for me. The pure cruelty of using these beleaguered people as pawns in a blackhearted political stunt just sickens and infuriates me.

But cruelty is the one of the overriding values of the current iteration of the now MAGA Republican party. They don’t want to build bridges or find compromise. They no longer produce public policy or potential solutions to the problems that plague their constituents.

Hell, they don’t even pretend to want to govern anymore.

They just want to grandstand and rile people up, anything that keeps the money and control in their hands.

As a result, the MAGA-GOP sees the People only as sources of money and their angry mob power, in much the same way a vampire sees its victims, who serve them even as they are being drained. But to keep the People willing and ready to be drained they have to something with which to lure them in, to keep them close at hand.

And that lure has become cruelty.

Punish the poor for their poverty. Punish the desperate for their desperation. Punish the Others for their differences.

And make a show of it.

It’s like the Bread & Circuses of the Roman Empire as it was heading towards its fall. It was a term coined by the poet Juvenal when describing how the values of Rome had degraded:

… Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.

The term basically refers to the means employed by those wishing to hang on to power. They generate public approval, not by excellence in public service or public policy, but by diversion, distraction, or by satisfying the baser qualities of the People.

The Romans of that time believed that their reign was secure so long as they provided just enough sustenance to keep the People satisfied and a Circus or spectacle to keep them distracted.

Bread and Circuses.

Some things never change, as Adams noted above.

Cruelty– the discarding of all humanity as seen in the stunts of the governors of Florida and Texas– plays the part of both Bread and Circus here. Cruelty is sport and a spectacle for them now, one that also satisfies the hunger of its base audience for the suffering and pain of others.

It’s the false full belly feeling of the weak believing they are somehow made stronger by this.

And while cruelty has become sport for the MAGA-GOP, it also their industry. As they wallow with delight at the sport they find in their malignant cruelty, they use it as well to fundraise, draining every penny from the howling masses they can gather with their grubby little fingers.

Meanwhile, the People are left with crusts of bread and a circus.

As Cicero wrote at the top, they have sold their rights for full bellies and the excitement of the games.

I would rather go hungry than abdicate my duty.

Elections are approaching quickly. Every race at every level is vitally important this year.

Each and every vote is crucial.

Please vote for humanity, not for cruelty.

If we fail to keep the MAGA-GOP from taking power this year, an even bigger and crueler Circus featuring even more fraud, violence, and cruelty will soon be coming to every city, county, town and village in this country.

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GC Myers-Sleepwalk 2002

Sleepwalk, 2002

My days, my years, my life has seen up and downs, lights and darknesses. If I wrote only and continually of the ‘light’ and never mentioned the other, then as an artist, I would be a liar.

–Charles Bukowski

This is a painting, Sleepwalk, from back in 2002. It is part of what I call my Dark Work which was when I first began working on a black painted surface. The idea was to make the blackness part of the painting, to give the painting the darkness against which I could set the contrast of the light.

Like the poet Charles Bukowski says above, I felt that in order to be honest as an artist I had to incorporate my own darkness in my work. Utilizing the darkness kept the perceived optimism of the work from wandering into the territory of cockeyed Pollyanna-ism. It provided contrast in the form of a sense of reality, a basis for validating the optimism of the light and the color.

Light needs dark, plain and simple.

The Dark Work was very important for me and I continue to paint using the same process and techniques I developed in that time. This particular piece has lived with me for many years now and I love pulling it out to study it from time to time. There always seems to be something new to focus on. A brushstroke. A section of the texture. The transition of one color into another.

It provides lessons that memory has long forgotten as I continue my own sleepwalk through this life.

I was looking at Sleepwalk here in the studio the other day and remembered this post from 3 or 4 years back. I thought I’d add a Brian Setzer version of the Golden Oldie Sleepwalk, which was originally performed by Santo and Johnny. Good stuff…

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Flowers in Stone/Klee

Paul Klee Flowers in Stone. wo title

Paul Klee- Flowers in Stone (1939)

Formerly we used to represent things visible on earth, things we either liked to look at or would have liked to see. Today we reveal the reality that is behind visible things, thus expressing the belief that the visible world is merely an isolated case in relation to the universe and that there are many more other, latent realities. Things appear to assume a broader and more diversified meaning, often seemingly contradicting the rational experience of yesterday. There is a striving to emphasize the essential character of the accidental.

Paul Klee, Section V – Creative Credo (1920)

During a short break yesterday, I was scanning through social media and the image above popped up on my feed. I have expressed my admiration for the artist Paul Klee many times in the past and have looked at a lot of his work, but this piece was new to me.

And it stopped me in my tracks.

I don’t know how to fully explain it but something that I was seeing in this work hit as close to whatever it is that I desire (and need) to see in art. It set off all sorts of inner alarms that had me scrambling to discern what it was in this piece that brought on such a reaction.

I couldn’t tell if it was its subject or the colors, forms, linework, or textures that comprised it. The title is Flowers in Stone but I wasn’t seeing it as a floral piece in any way. I actually wasn’t seeing it as any physical object at first.

It just had a nonspecific symbolic impact that didn’t need to be identified or named.

The feeling I felt was at first pure elation, as though I was looking at something that somehow answered longstanding questions. Like a bright beam of light suddenly cast in abject darkness. An epiphany of some sort.

But I didn’t know if the answers and questions I was seeing were the same as those posed in this painting. Maybe it was this accidental discovery in that which doesn’t directly correspond to the meaning intended by the artist that makes art so subjective, so personally relatable.

After all, you might well look at this and not be moved at all, not see anything that stirs anything within you. And you wouldn’t be wrong. Your honest response is yours alone and only you can say what moves you.

That is the gift and beauty of art.

But for me, seeing this picture wiped me out for about an hour yesterday afternoon. The elation turned to a deep feeling of sorrow and diminishment. I felt as though I was looking at a perfect expression of something that was beyond myself and my capabilities, something which was still eluding me in my own work.

I felt as though the artistic horizon I mentioned in yesterday’s blog was suddenly pushed further away from me. I suddenly was unsure if I was up to the task, of if I was even deserving to be attempting to reach for it.

I sat there deeply moved, both fulfilled and crushed. How do you start at that point? Why go on with this futile act?

The answer, of course, comes in picking up the brush, making a mark and going to work. Something in that simple act usually puts me back on the path towards that horizon once more.

Sometimes producing a single stroke of paint is a fully encapsulated work of art in itself, obscuring all the doubts and providing answers to questions not yet asked, having much the same effect that Klee’s painting had on me.

I ended up having a very good afternoon in the studio. Surprisingly, after feeling deflated and pushed back from that horizon earlier, I felt like I was a step or two nearer to it than I was at the beginning of the day.

And that, my friends, is always a good day.

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Ben Shahn – Roosevelt NJ Mural

The moving toward one’s inner self is a long pilgrimage for a painter. It offers many temporary successes and high points, but impels him on toward the more adequate image.

–Ben Shahn, The Shape of Content, 1957

I came across the passage above from artist Ben Shahn earlier. It made me think about my own pilgrimage as a painter over the last 25+ years. And there is, indeed, a constant seeking of that more adequate image.

Not perfect– more adequate.

And that seems to be what painting is, a constant refinement of the inner vision.

It’s like being in a vast landscape and being drawn toward a point on the far horizon. You work to get closer, moving away from your starting point. You continually work to move forward yet with each new step, the horizon recedes in an equal manner.

When at last you stop and look back, you realize you are far afield from your starting point. Great progress has taken place, yet you find yourself no nearer that horizon.

That is the painter’s pilgrimage.

I thought that I would share a post on Ben Shahn from a few years back. I always get something from his work and the higher ideals they represent. Much more than adequate images…

The artist must operate on the assumption that the public consists in the highest order of individual; that he is civilized, cultured, and highly sensitive both to emotional and intellectual contexts. And while the whole public most certainly does not consist in that sort of individual, still the tendency of art is to create such a public – to lift the level of perceptivity, to increase and enrich the average individual’s store of values… I believe that it is in a certain devotion to concepts of truth that we discover values.

–Ben Shahn

Born in Lithuania in 1898, Ben Shahn emigrated to America with his family in 1906. Throughout his career, up until his death in 1969, Shahn’s early training as a lithographer and graphic designer played a large part in his work, giving it a symbolic visual impact that made him one of the leading lights of social realist artists. His work often dealt with the human condition, particularly that of the common man.

Ben Shahn- The Passion of Sacco and Vanzetti

While many of the themes in his work were labeled as leftist, his work championed civil rights and workers’ rights and stood against injustice and prejudice. He did a large series of works devoted to Sacco and Vanzetti. Designed to communicate a distinctly human point of view, his work always had a profound voice, one that called for the betterment of all people.

His was the work of the Everyman.

As he said: The natural reaction of the artist will be strongly towards bringing man back into focus as the center of importance.

I think that is a very important thing to keep in mind as is the quote at the top of the post, about how an artist must aspire to the highest human values of the public, even though they may not actually possess these qualities, with the hope that the artist’s work can lift them to a higher level. It’s a thought that should linger in the mind of any artist who hopes and desires to make a true difference in this world with their work.

I am not giving a lot of details here about the life and career of Shahn. But I hope the few that I have shared along with some of his images will inspire you to take a closer look at this interesting and important voice in modern art.

Ben Shahn- Father and Child 1946

Ben Shahn- The Burial Society

Ben Shahn- Nocturne

Ben Shahn- Four Piece Orchestra 1944

Ben Shahn- Self Portrait Among Churchgoers

Ben Shahn- Two Witnesses

Ben Shahn- Unemployment

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Elan Vital– At the West End Gallery

Nothing, indeed, is more dangerous to the young artist than any conception of ideal beauty: he is constantly led by it either into weak prettiness or lifeless abstraction: whereas to touch the ideal at all you must not strip it of vitality. You must find it in life and re-create it in art.

Oscar Wilde, Lecture to Art Students, 1883

A short triad this morning. I see the vitality of life as being the connecting tissue here. You may or may not see it that way as well.

I don’t always agree with Oscar Wilde‘s observations on art as we have differing senses of the aesthetic, most likely due to the different eras we both inhabited.

But difference is the way art is designed to be.

It knows no one way.

The main thing is that is contains a life force within it. A free expression of that vitality.

Sometimes easier said than done…

Along with my painting, Elan Vital, and the words of Wilde, let’s complete the triad with a song, I Wish I Knew How it Would Feel To Be Free. It was written and originally recorded in 1963 by the great jazz pianist Billy Taylor and had a memorable cover from later in the 60’s by Nina Simone. I thought I would share a version from two favorites of mine, Mavis Staples and Levon Helm. It was recorded at Helm’s Woodstock, NY studio in 2011, less than year before he died from throat cancer in 2012. You can see that he’s has some sort of malady in the video.

But it’s good stuff. Got some vitality…

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Viva Nox (The Vivid Night)— Now at the Principle Gallery

“I resent people who say writers write from experience. Writers don’t write from experience, though many are hesitant to admit that they don’t. I want to be clear about this. If you wrote from experience, you’d get maybe one book, maybe three poems. Writers write from empathy.

…Writers write because they empathize with the general human condition”

Nikki Giovanni, Black Women Writers at Work (1983)

I’ve written here a number of times through the years about what I perceive as a decline in empathy among the people of this nation. I’ve been thinking about that lately as it becomes more and more evident in the cultural and political discourse taking place here. I think that this lack of empathy is a driving force in the conflict.

But what is empathy? It’s defined as the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another.

In short, to imagine walking a mile in someone else’s shoes.

So, by definition, to have empathy you must possess some imagination in order to envision how others feel and cope. You have to put aside your own feelings and try to envision scenarios and reactions beyond your own experience.

Without imagination, you can only react to any situation based on your own experience and thus assume that all others would act in the same manner.

That’s projection, which is seeing the reaction to any situation only in the way you yourself would react.

I see this as a lack of imagination which leads to a deficit of empathy which leads to projection. If you can’t imagine how someone else might feel, it’s hard to have feelings for their plight.

Let’s use racism, in the form of white supremacy, as an example. Because this group of white people can’t imagine walking a mile in a person of color’s shoes and can’t fathom the prejudice and scorn they have felt in their lifetime, they can’t empathize with that person’s experience. Their limited imagination barely allows them to envision the scenario and, if so, only allows them to think of how they would react in similar circumstances.

And this causes fear within them because they know that the one overriding reaction they might have would be anger, a fury that would seek the ultimate retribution at every turn.

Pitchforks and torches. Gallows and guns.

They can only imagine themselves being attacked and persecuted if roles were reversed. Just as they would do and have done. They can’t imagine that there might be a form of forgiveness, a sense of live-and-let-live. They can’t imagine that most of those who they have wronged might only possess a desire to peacefully co-exist, to have a safe and simple life freed from being the subject of derision and prejudice.

To have equal opportunity, respect, and justice.

The life they themselves possess and don’t recognize. The life they somehow believe is being threatened by the mere thought that someone else should be entitled to the same, as though something was being taken from them.

This lack of imagination, in turn causes them to lash out in fear with even more prejudice because they believe (and fear) that if they become the minority, they will be treated in the same way that they have treated others in the past and continue to do so in the present.

Projection based on a lack of imagination and empathy.

I realize this might be an over-simplified example. Not much nuance. But many of the major disputes today — abortion rights, voting rights, gun laws, etc– can be viewed in this way because much has become a matter of being seen in terms of black and white with few gray areas of nuance. And it seems to me, from my perspective, that the difference between the two polarities is that one lacks imagination and empathy which leads them to project their own fears and biases on the other side.

They fear what they are.

Just my opinion. Maybe it is biased and without solutions. Probably no answers here unless saying “knock it off and use your imagination for once in your life” is an answer. Probably isn’t.

I just had to say it aloud or, at least, in the words of this blog. Empathy is an important element for me. As poet Nikki Giovanni points out at the top, empathy is key for creative writers as they deal with the human condition. I would add that this applies to all other creative fields, as well. Art often comes down to imagining an alternate reality beyond what is at hand, to seeing possibility beyond the here and now.

Beyond the self.

Okay, that’s a lot to digest on a Sunday morning. For me, it’s a lot to put out there in such an off-the-cuff manner. I might read it later and wonder what the hell I was thinking. I’ll worry about that later.

For this Sunday Morning music, I am featuring a song, Because the Night, that I think lines up well with the painting at the top. It also has a link between Bruce Springsteen, who wrote this song with Patti Smith who had a big hit with it, and the idea of empathy and imagination.

One thing I took from watching Springsteen’s one-man Broadway show is the idea of so much of the myth attached to him was imaginary. He plainly proclaimed that his world of desperate lovers, hot rod racers and hard luck losers was pretty much all imagined. He hadn’t experienced much, if any, of the things in his songs. But his vivid creative world was shaped by his ability to imagine and empathize with the plight of others.

The fact that his relating so closely with his characters struck so close to the bone for so many over the past fifty years is testament to the power of imagination and empathy.

Here’s Because the Night from Patti Smith from back in 1978.

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