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1991Immediately before I started painting in the mid-90’s, my form of expression was wood carving.  It was unpolished and rough but it provided the vehicle that I needed to spark further creativity.  Most were created with an inexpensive set of small chisels and scrap lumber, usually just pine boards leftover from projects.

Actually, the technique that is used in these carvings is linked very much to my earliest efforts at painting which consisted of a heavy layer of paint then removing the parts that didn’t belong leaving the desired image.  This is a technique that I use to this very day.

Clem 1991

 

The thing that I learned most from doing these pieces is that I wanted to emphasize expression over technique.  By that I mean I did not want to focus so much on refining technique to obtain a very polished final product that the piece became more about craft and less about expression of emotion.  By doing so I realized the pieces would retain my own identity and idiosyncrasies.  It was my first real stab at creating a visual look and vocabulary of my own.SeaKing 1991

 

I also took the idea of the work having a tactile feel to it.  The attraction of these for me was in holding them and feeling the wood and the weight of it in my hands.  When I first started painting I worked primarily on paper and I got this same feeling from the cotton of the watercolor papers.  It’s something that I also try to insert into my work today as well, through the use of texture and in the way I present the paintings.

When I look at these I’m not particularly impressed by them as art but I do appreciate them for the lessons they provided at a time when I needed guidance, lessons which I took to heart.  To me they are touchstones to a certain part of my life and as such are important to my development as an artist.

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Step Back

Archaeology: Man's FootprintIt’s been a pretty busy week on the blog trail so I thought I would take a small break today.  I wanted to show the piece to the right, Archaeology: Man’s Footprint, but don’t really want to say much.  I just like this piece and find it a striking image so I thought I might share it.

Instead of going off on some tangent I thought I’d instead take a step back and share a little clip called Death Star Canteen,a monologue from Eddie Izzard.  I was shown this by my friend and dentist, Warren Eng, who I first met after I fell from my house.  This clip always cracks me up and I hope it does the same for you.

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trebuchet2A number of years back, there was an episode of the quirky television show Northern Exposure, which was set in a small Alaskan town, that involved the town’s philosopher-artist-DJ, Chris, building a trebuchet, shown here on the left.  A trebuchet is  a medieval war machine, a type of advanced catapult that flings objects great distances.  In the show Chris used it to fling an old piano, the old upright flying in a perfect  slow-motion arc through a blue sky and crashing to the earth in a pile.

Every time I see this episode I am moved by an odd, primal thrill in seeing the arc of the piano’s flight and am reminded  of how this has always excited something I can’t explain in myself.

As a kid watching Fran Tarkenton and Joe Namath (New York teams on our local channels) throwing long bombs brought the same pleasure as the spirals seemed to defy time and space as they hurtled through the cold, autumn skies.  

In baseball, there is nothing more exciting to me than the right-fielder throwing out a runner at the plate or third base.  I still am thrilled by memories of throws from Dwight Evans of the Red Sox and Ichiro Suzuki of the Mariners that are delivered with arcs of such power and sheer grace.

Then there is the beauty of the towering arc of a home run.  I recently saw a replay of Josh Hamilton’s amazing performance at last year’s All-Star game.  One after another, huge shots rained out of Yankee Stadium.  Majestic is the only word that comes to mind.

Personally, I remember being at a friend’s house in high school with a group of buddies,  having blown off classes, drinking beers and just being delinquents.  We were in the back yard of this house which was in a small development.  One kid picked up a large stone and heaved it sky-ward.  It left his hand as we watched and went into the sky in a perfect arc, tumbling in a beautiful, smooth rotation.  It seemed to slow time itself and finally began to descend to earth, crashing finally through the window of the neighbor’s garden shed.

I did say we were delinquents, didn’t I?

But that moment is etched in my mind.  I have friend who was there that I occasionally see whose eyes become wide when I mention the arc of that rock.  He remembers it as one of the amazing things he’s ever experienced, a transcendent event.

Maybe there’s something sad in that but to me it attests to our reaction to the arc.  I wish I could scientifically explain how our brain recognizes and processes the beauty of the arc but I can’t.  I only know that when I see its natural curvature that I am seeing a type of rightness, that quality I often struggle to describe for the lines and curves in my work.  

If I can capture that natural grace, I will be a happy man…

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HarlequinWell, it’s Sunday morning and I think it’s time for a little music.  Thought I’d play a great version of one of my favorite songs, 1952 Vincent Black Lightning,  written and originally performed by Richard Thompson.  This version is from Del McCoury and puts a wonderful bluegrass twist on the song that fits very well.  I enjoy hearing songs done in a different genre like this.  I’d love to hear Del McCoury do a version of 409 from the Beach Boys.  It’s a song built for bluegrass and his flat, plaintive voice.Vincent Black Lightning

There’s something very lyrical in the name of this mythic motorcycle.  Vincent Black Lightning.  I think I’d like to come back in another life with that name.  I can only imagine…

Anyway, until that happens, give a listen and enjoy…

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fausts-guitarWell, we’re finally out of 2008 and hopefully it will recede calmly in our rearview mirror and not re-emerge, Terminator-style, to hunt us down.

Put the pedal to the metal and let’s get into 2009.

I thought on this first day of a new year we could use a little lightness.  Maybe a goofy juxtaposition.  How about some more surf music, the venerable Pipeline by the Chantays ?   Here they are, of all places, on the Lawrence Welk Show.  Check out the choreography and ride the pipeline into ’09.

Yee haa…

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george-baileyIt’s that time of the year  when you hunker down on a cold, snowy night and watch a holiday classic.  One of the most beloved is It’s a Wonderful Life from director Frank Capra.  It has long been one of my favorites and it would be easy to go on and on about its message and how the final scene with the redemption of George Bailey makes me tear up just thinking about it.

But yesterday David Terrenoire  wrote in his great blog, A Dark Planet, about how he secretly preferred Potterville, George Bailey’s bizarro world version of his hometown, to the original Bedford Falls.  Potterville was a rockin’ town.  Strip clubs.  Hot music.  Bedford Falls was, by contrast, a real snore.

George Bailey Close-upHe cited an article by Wendell  Jamieson in the NY Times that made his case for the same thought.  Jamieson even goes so far as to state that George Bailey would be facing prison time for the loss of the 8000 dollars, regardless of restitution.  

Just before I had read these two articles I had come across a video entitled Bad Bailey.  It’s put together as a movie trailer and using eerie music and a drastic realignment of the movie’s actual scenes make for pretty disturbing viewing, especially for lovers of the movie.  It made me realize how much darkness there was in the film which, I think, probably made it so powerful.  Just shows what a little editing can achieve…

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Faust's GuitarWell, I’m on the road today, heading out to Erie, to see my good friends at the Kada Gallery and to deliver several commission pieces.  It’s always good to hit the road once in a while and clear away the studio cobwebs.  I thought I’d share a little Miserlou from surf guitar god Dick Dale.  Most probably know this piece from Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction and, while I think his use of music in that film was masterful, there’s something kind of cool in this clip by itself.  Maybe it’s the blonde twisting away in front of them.  Maybe it’s the side to side sway of the Del-Tones, all looking like they just came from a Chamber of Commerce mixer.  I think my dad may have bought insurance from the drummer and I’m pretty sure the bass player is Al Franken.  Maybe it’s just the alliterative power and the dark contrast of Dick Dale himself, picking away at that mesmerizing Middle Eastern melody.  Whatever, give it a look and listen…

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I Can Fly…

It’s Saturday and I need a break.  Came across this while looking for something on this surfboard that Laird Hamilton, the amazing surf king, developed where the surf board is mounted to a hydrofoil that lifts the board a couple of feet above the water.  Looks amazing.  Anyway, it turns out that his design is based on this thing called the Air Chair.  I can’t even imagine the thrill of experiencing what the guy in this video is doing.  It’s about 9 degrees here so this looks pretty good…

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