Redtree Times

The Illuminating Eye— Soon at the West End Gallery

The two ways of contemplation are not unlike the two ways of action commonly spoken of by the ancients: the one plain and smooth in the beginning, and in the end impassable; the other rough and troublesome in the entrance, but after a while fair and even. So it is in contemplation: If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts he shall end in certainties.

–Francis Bacon, The Advancement of Learning (1605)

I love this 400 and some year-old passage from Francis Bacon. It pretty much sums up what I have observed about how certainty and uncertainty operate in our lives.

When we cling to certainty, we close ourselves off to the possibility that truths exist beyond our belief. And when those truths ultimately reveal themselves, we are so dug in and defensive of our certainty that we refuse to acknowledge the evidence to the contrary. We are left with nagging doubts about all that we believe to be.

But if we hold on to a bit of uncertainty, acknowledging that we know little, we leave ourselves open to revelation of greater truths. Truths that lead to a validated certainty.

I think this idea represents a large part of what I hope comes across from my upcoming West End Gallery show, Eye in the Sky.I believe much of it is concerned with our search for some evidence of our place and role in this world and universe.

The revelation of a certainty that eases our uncertainty.

I can see this in this smaller painting, The Illuminating Eye, a 12″ by 9″ canvas from the show. For me, this is a piece about how we often search in darkness, waiting for a moment of illumination. And when that light finally reveals itself, a shadow of the darkness remains with us. The light reveals a truth yet some uncertainty always remains with us. That shadow represents the doubt we maintain that allows for an even greater truth, should it ever be revealed.

That’s how I see it for now. I am not absolutely certain that I will see it that way in the future. And, according to Bacon, that might be a bad thing.

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Passages: Toward Order — Part of the West End Gallery Exhibit

It is the stretched soul that makes music, and souls are stretched by the pull of opposites-opposite bents, tastes, yearnings, loyalties. Where there is no polarity-where energies flow smoothly in one direction-there will be much doing but no music.

–Eric Hoffer, Between the Devil and the Dragon

As I am in the final days of prep work for my solo show, Eye in the Sky, which opens on Friday, July 21 at the West End Gallery, I am seeing the whole of the exhibit in one place for the first time. It reminds me of how someone could use an artist’s work as a roadmap or schematic of their mind and thought process, even though the artist might want to disguise and mask it.

It can uncover things that the artist doesn’t even know they are revealing at first. A body of work can often show all the facets of the artist’s personality prism. Flaws and strengths. Loves and desires, worries and fears. Highs and lows.

Art does that. And like the self-taught philosopher Eric Hoffer points out above, the music that makes up all art often comes when the artist is stretched and in tension between these polar oppositions.

That makes sense to me. The life of an artist is a very bipolar one, at least in my experience over the past quarter century. You’re always bouncing between polar opposites, all the time trying to find some sort of balance.

For instance, there is the desire to be isolated in privacy yet one’s livelihood is dependent on sharing your work– and by extension, yourself– in a very public way.  And artists are often very sensitive to the criticism and judgement of others yet work in a field that is almost solely based on the judgement of others. This, of course, leads to cycles of acceptance and rejection. Overoptimism and excessive pessimism. Periods of highs where the artist overestimates their abilities and value and lows where they question why they even try. Periods when your work is in sync with the times and highly sought– the flavor of the month– followed by times when you are a bit overlooked and out of favor.  

Then there is the most obvious comparison to bipolarism, the exuberance of those highly productive periods of creativity followed by the times when the artist has a creative block, leaving them feeling uninspired and in despair.

For some, it’s too much of a burden. I understand why someone would question putting themselves through that kind of stress and perpetual imbalance. It is certainly not for everybody. For me, it a way of living that makes sense since it mirrors what I would be going through in any other field in which I might be employed. In art, these tendencies have a place and even a purpose– if you can come to see and accept it in that way. 

And I guess it’s evident at this point that I have. Maybe you can see it in the work from this show. Maybe not. The control in creating the work versus the lack of control n how it is received is yet another part of the bipolarism of the artist.

On that note, let’s get to this week’s Sunday Morning Music. It’s a cover of Nirvana’s Lithium. See the connection? This cover is from back in 2009 by a group from Texas that I was not familiar with, Polyphonic Spree. They are a group that gives the choral treatment to rock songs. This is a fun and highly exuberant cover of the song. Kind of takes you to the high end of the polarity. Not a bad way to get your Sunday charged up.

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Hermitage— Part of the upcoming West End Gallery Show

Silence, solitude, what is more essential to the human condition? “Maternal silence” is what I like to call it. Life before the coming of language. That place where we begin to hear the voice of the inanimate. Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. We are always at the beginning, eternal apprentices, thrown back again and again into that condition.

— Charles Simić, The Uncertain Certainty: Interviews, Essays, and Notes on Poetry, 1985

I am at that point in the process of getting the work prepared for my upcoming show where everything is chaotic. Little time for silence or stillness. This hectic point is the polar opposite from the quietness of mind needed to actually create the work. It makes me appreciate the time I get to do just that.

Makes me want to get back to my hermitage on my little private island of silence. I usually consider my studio in this way but at this point the work has bridged itself to the outside world. It is an island now. Just a busy, buzzy studio.

Small islands often appear in my work. They represent a desired place of solitariness for me, free from the sounds and stirrings of others. They carry an almost sacred meaning in the dialogue I have with my work. 

The title of the smaller piece shown at the top, Hermitage, reflects that meaning. It is a small island bearing only the Red Tree and a lone figure that stands looking back at the mainland. I should note here that my islands are often not so isolated from larger land masses. They are not so far removed to be totally isolated and independent from the world beyond their shoreline.

They remain visible and in contact. They are just quietly there, unbothered and bothering no one.

A perfect place for a would-be hermit.

Here is a song from Gregory Alan Isakov that lines up pretty well with this post. This is Before the Sun.

Hermitage is an 8″ by 16″ ink and acrylic painting on canvas. It is included in Eye in the Sky, my solo exhibit opening Friday, July 21, at the West End Gallery. I will be in attendance for the opening reception on that evening beginning at 5 PM.  We are still working out details for a Gallery Talk. Stay tuned for details.

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Eye in the Sky— Coming to the West End Gallery

A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.

–Jean Genet, The Selected Writings of Jean Genet

My annual solo exhibit at the West End Gallery opens two weeks from tomorrow, Friday, July 21. This year’s show is titled Eye in the Sky, as is the painting above. Below is the statement for this year’s show.

I’ve been exhibiting my paintings at the West End Gallery since 1995, doing many group and solo shows. I believe this year’s solo show, Eye in the Sky, is my 22^nd at the place I consider my home gallery, since it is the closest gallery to my home. More importantly, my career as an artist began at the West End Gallery 28 years ago.

Like many other things that take place over an extended period, my painting has evolved and changed. The techniques and process of my painting have constantly shifted, sometimes dramatically. And though I remain primarily a landscape painter, elements have been added to my paintings. There were red-roofed houses, red chairs, sailboats, paths, eyeless faces, and fields of flowers, among others. And, of course, the Red Tree that became a sort of trademark, being present in the majority of my paintings over the years.

But there has also been another element that has been present and almost as ubiquitous as that Red Tree. It is the sun or moon that often appears as a large ball in the skies over my imagined landscapes.

Over the years, this sun/moon orb has taken on a greater role in my paintings. Looking back at older work, the sun/moon was not shown often and was quite small in size when it did appear. It was often just a minor compositional element. However, in the intervening years, this sun/moon has grown in size and prominence in the paintings. It now has a real presence in the paintings, often serving as either the central figure or as a spiritual partner or guide for the Red Tree. The two often seem engaged in a silent conversation in many of the works.

There are probably many reasons for this evolution but the best explanation, at least to my mind, comes from a dream I had a number of years ago. It occurred in the months before the West End show of whatever year it was, at a time when I was struggling with my confidence. I felt more deeply blocked and dejected in my work than I had ever experienced before.

I felt empty, like I had perhaps given all I had to give in my work.

I had a dream one night during this time. In the dream, I was standing under a dark night sky that was colored in dark green tones. I was experiencing the same sort of anxiety that I was feeling in my waking life. Then there appeared an opening in the sky, as though a small sliding panel were opened in the sky.

An eye appeared in the opening. Tinted green in the light of the sky, it seemed to be a clear and ancient eye, surrounded by deep creases and wrinkles that were visible as it peered down at me through the opening.

No words were spoken, no singular message transmitted, or wisdom imparted. It was just there.

It had a great pacifying effect on me in the dream as though I instantly knew that there was something overseeing me and that I was not alone, that all was as it should be.

I woke up with that same pacified feeling of assurance, knowing that everything was as it should be. It was a drastic change from my demeanor of the days and weeks before. Its effect has carried me through that time and in times of anxiety since. The sun/moon has come to symbolize that dream and the ensuing feeling. I believe that dream was the starting point for the increased prominence of the sun/moon orb in my work.

The sun/moon has become a vital element in my work, nearly as much as my Red Tree. It serves many roles, often as a steadying force, symbol of hope and a sense of communion with the universe. I think this year’s show, Eye in the Sky, gives ample evidence of that.

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Childe Hassam- Rainy Day, Fifth Ave 1916

And I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
Or driven to its knees
But it’s alright, it’s alright
For we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
Road we’re traveling on
I wonder what’s gone wrong
I can’t help it, I wonder what has gone wrong

–Paul Simon, American Tune

Another Fourth of July. Independence Day, marking this day in 1776 when the Second Continental Congress adopted our Declaration of Independence. Since that day, for the last 247 years we have been in a constant struggle to live up to the promise that this country offers.

It seems it is always one step forward, one step back. We have always had to contend with the forces of hatred, bigotry, and greed as we try to achieve America’s promise of freedom, equality, and opportunity for all.

It’s a hard journey but worth the effort. For all of us.

Paul Simon wrote the song American Tune in 1973, at the height of the Watergate scandal, the continued war in Viet Nam and widespread social unrest. It felt like we were on the brink three years before our bicentennial.

50 years later, it feels much the same. Different scenarios, same reasons.

At this year’s Newport Folk Festival, Paul Simon performed American Tune with Rhiannon Giddens. The original song had the lines:

We come on the ship they call The Mayflower.
We come on the ship that sailed the moon.
We come in the age’s most uncertain hours
And sing an American tune.

For this occasion, Simon wanted to point out that many of our citizens did not come on the Mayflower or even by their own design. Many were here already. Simon changed those lines to:

We didn’t come here on the Mayflower.
We came on a ship on a blood red moon.
We come in the age’s most uncertain hour
And sing an American tune.

The blood red moon is an Old Testament reference to the book of Joel that prophesizes: The sun will become dark, the moon red as blood, before the overwhelming and terrible day of the Lord comes. It is a warning of the apocalypse that will occur when people lose their sense of love and justice.

We are certainly in the age’s most uncertain hour so this song seems appropriate to the day. 247 years later, the promise of America might be teetering but we are still standing. The experiment and the struggle continue.

And that’s reason to take a moment or day to celebrate before we get back to the fight.

Here’s Rhiannon Giddens and the revised version of American Tune.

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Archaeology: The Things We Leave— At Principle Gallery

The endless legacy of the past to the present is the secret source of human genius.

–Honoré de Balzac, Seraphita: Works of Balzac

Nearing the end of my hiatus from writing this blog but still feel some obligation, if only in my head, to share some Sunday Morning Music. I am also including an Archaeology piece from my current show at the Principle Gallery and a quote from Balzac, both of which I hope mesh with the song.

Not sure about the Balzac line. Oh, it is true. I think all that we are in the present is formed by what we learned in the past. No doubt about that. But we cannot let the past dictate our future nor can we return to a world of the past. We have to shed and bury those ideas from the past that keep us from achieving a sustainable and equitable future for all.

Maybe that’s the genius to which he refers– our ability to learn from our mistakes of the past.

Hmm… I want to say something here about our Supreme Court but I will refrain. Why spoil the moment?

Anyway, here’s the song that hopefully ties all three elements of this post together. It’s the old standard Please Don’t Talk About Me When I’m Gone which has been recorded by a multitude of vocalists over the past century. I’m sharing a poolside performance from the always entertaining Gunhild Carling, who has appeared here several times before. I like the fresh, summery feel of the video. It feels more normal, free of the 100°+ temperatures that have been smothering our friends in Texas and the Southwest, the constant barrage of tornadoes that have been battering the Midwest, or the constant smoky haze that blankets the Northeast.

Like a summer from our past memories.

Enjoy your holiday weekend and I will see you here again sometime this week.

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Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.

–Albert Einstein, Letter to his son Eduard (5 February 1930)

While I am still enjoying my hiatus from the blog (returning next week sometime) I felt compelled to point out that this year’s edition of the Tour de France begins this morning. They just started with the ceremonial start in Bilbao, Spain as I write this. The Tour has been a big part of my July mornings ever since I began painting on a fulltime basis back in 1998. The sheer physical and mental test it provides over three grueling weeks is unlike anything in sport.

If you want to get a better idea of what goes into it, I urge you to take a look at the film Tour de France: Unchained on Netflix. Some of the footage will take your breath away. The shots from within the peloton are absolutely claustrophobic. It gives you a better idea of the skill it takes to compete.

Here’s a little bit of France and bicycling to go with the Tour’s start. This is Yves Montand and La Bicyclette.

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