First View, 1994
His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.
–Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
[From 2016]
I am at a low ebb right now in my energy, a bit tired and unfocused with some extraneous things pulling my attention away from the work that keeps me on an even keel. It’s not an unusual feeling for this time of the year for me. It just seems more pronounced, more worrying, this year. But, as in the past, I take some measure of comfort in knowing that I am always only one short moment from putting all that behind me.
An acceptable uncertainty. It’s the nature of what I do.
Sometimes when I am trying to break out of this cycle of funk, I look back and today I came across a blog entry from around this time a few years back. It features a small, very early painting that possibly means more to me than anything I have painted over the past 20-some years. I see this modest little piece now as a sort of roadmap that set my course those many years ago. I thought this might be a good day to rerun that post.
[From 2013]
It’s that time of the year when I get to take a deep breath and begin to look forward into the next year, trying to determine where my path will lead next. It’s never an easy time doing this, trying to see change of some sort in the work especially after so many years of being what I am and painting as I do. It always comes down to the same question:
What do I want to see in my paintings?
That seems like a simple question. I think that any degree of success I may have achieved is due to my ability to do just that, to paint work that I want to see myself, work that excites me first. I have been doing just that for most of my career, painting pictures in colors and forms that I want, or shall I say, need to see. But there is another layer to the question:
What am I am not seeing in my work that I would like to see?
That’s a harder question. How can you quantify that thing that you don’t know, might not even have imagined yet?
It might be a case of knowing it when you see it. I know that my first real breakthrough was like that.
I was a beginning painter simply fumbling along. Even then I knew I would never be a great craftsman following in the long tradition of fine art painters and I had little interest in representing the world or people in any sort of exactitude.
I saw it then and now as way of painting the unseen. But I wasn’t able to visualize in any way what that unseen might be at that point. I found myself looking for something that nagged at the edge of my mind, something that called out to me from just out of reach. I wasn’t sure what it would look like, had not a concrete idea of what it might be. It was just there in a gaseous form that I couldn’t quite grasp.
But when that thing finally stepped forward into view on my painting table and revealed itself in a tangible form– which is the painting at the top here, First View, from 1994– I instantly knew what it was that I had stumbled on and that it was something that held something very important to me.
It might not look like much to the casual viewer now but in an instant I could see in this little painting the completeness of what I had been sensing in that gaseous, hazy form that hovered at the edges of my mind. I could see a full realization of all of the potential in it, in the present and shooting forward into the future. It was as though I had been in the dark and suddenly found myself holding a flashlight that lit up everything before me. Even now, after years of evolving from it, I can see how it connects to everything in my work, even those things I had could not yet see when I painted it.
And that’s where I find myself at the moment. There’s something out there (or in there, I probably should say) that I want to see, might even need to see.
But I don’t know what it is yet. But I will know it when I see it.
And, trust me, I do plan on seeing it.
[From 2023, Now!]
— This is a bit of an oddity a replay of replay of a blog entry. I wanted to rerun the original post from 2013 but liked the intro from a replay in 2016 and decided to keep it, adding only the Victor Hugo passage. It seems that my creative year is very much like Groundhog Day as I seem to go through the same cycle of frustration, reflection, and breakthrough at the same time year after year. So, this old blog entry fits perfectly because as it was then, it remains the same now.
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