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A painting is not a picture of an experience, but is the experience.
Posted in Painting, Quote, tagged Mark Rothko, Painting, Quote on February 23, 2019| 5 Comments »
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A painting is not a picture of an experience, but is the experience.
Posted in Painting, Quote, Recent Paintings, tagged GC Myers, New Painting, Nikos Kazantsakis, Quote, Red Roofs, Red Tree, Sirens on February 21, 2019| 4 Comments »
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The masses do not see the Sirens. They do not hear songs in the air. Blind, deaf, stooping, they pull at their oars in the hold of the earth. But the more select, the captains, harken to a Siren within them… and royally squander their lives with her.
–Nikos Kazantzakis
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I am still working on the Multitudes paintings with their masses of eyeless faces. It’s work that is consuming, acting as a siren of sorts, drawing me to it and keeping me from moving on to other things. It is much like author Nikos Kazantzakis describes above.
It reminds me also of a newer painting shown at the top that was finished just before jumping into the Multitudes pieces. It is a 24″ by 18″ canvas that I am titling Call of the Siren. It incorporates the Red Tree and the Red Roofs along with a band of color at the bottom that represents the sea.
This bottom section has a pattern that seen with the vertical piers of the dock creates a pattern that feels Greek to me. It wasn’t intended and I can’t say if this pattern, as I see it, is really Greek in origin. But it feels that way to me and perhaps brings the thought of the Sirens of Greek mythology to mind when I look at this piece.
Another thing I note in this painting is the the massed buildings of the town seem to form a fence It is another barrier, beyond the sea journey that brought them here, that must be overcome for those who are called by the Sirens. And once one has made it over wide waters and through treacherous cities, there is still a hill to be climbed.
The Sirens never makes things easy.
I know this to be true– I’ve royally squandered much of my life chasing their song.
Posted in Current Events, Poetry, tagged Leo Tolstoy, Mikhail Lermontov, Poetry, Quote on February 16, 2019| 1 Comment »
“He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace”
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Maybe you didn’t see it yesterday and if not, good for you. It was an awful and uncomfortable thing to behold.
Witnessing madness always is. And that is what we were watching and experiencing.
It brought to mind the line above from the 19th century Russian (fitting, I guess) poet, Mikhail Lemontov, speaking of the sailor who believes that since the calm always follows the storm that the calm only comes because of the storm.
That’s the sort of logic with which we are dealing. One that believes that chaos brings order.
Hopefully, we can ride this storm out safely until there is calm.
Or until someone capable can wrest the wheel from the hands of a mad captain who seems bent on continuing to ride into storms.
The line above is actually a translation from the Russian that is often attributed to Leo Tolstoy since he included it in his The Death of Ivan Ilych. I believe a character was quoting the Lermontov line and people over time have come to believe that Tolstoy originated the line.
The line comes from a Lermontov poem, The Sail. There are many translations and not all use the exact wording though the meaning is much the same in all. Here’s one tranlation:
Gleams white a solitary sail
In the haze of the light blue sea.—
What seeks it in countries far away?
What in its native land did leave?
The mast creaks and presses,
The wind whistles, the waves are playing;
Alas! It does not seek happiness,
Nor from happiness is fleeing!
Beneath, the azure current flows,
Above, the golden sunlight streaks:—
But restless, into the storm it goes,
As if in storms there is peace!
Posted in Current Events, Opinion, Quote, tagged Blasie Pascal, Quote on February 12, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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Truth is so obscure in these times, and falsehood so established, that, unless we love the truth, we cannot know it.
–Blaise Pascal
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We live in a time of falsehoods. It is a time where some choose to deny the obvious truth and instead believe the desired lie.
Their opinion, their own sense of belief, has more value to them than all the mountains of truth and evidence that could be stacked against them.
How do you change such people? How do you make them see truth where they see only falsehoods?
You don’t change them.
You can’t change them.
You can only maintain a love for truth and continue to shine a light on it.
Then you must use that truth to defeat those who believe in the current false reality.
No persuasion will ever convert these people.
It must be defeat. Complete and devastating defeat.
A defeat so absolute that some will, in time, begin to understand how far they had veered off the path of truth and reality.
Some will never see the truth and will forever see themselves forever as victims.
Victims of a conspiracy. Victims of circumstance.
Always victims.
How this defeat comes about, well, that is yet to be determined.
But defeat must come.
Sounds harsh, I know.
And in the end, it may turn out to be harsh.
But to let truth be obscured by falsehood, to accept and live in a world completely based on lies, would prove to be far more severe and brutal.
The truth must continue to be loved and spoken.
Truth must prevail.
Amen.
Thus ends today’s sermonette.
Thanks for letting me vent and special thanks to French mathematician, theologian and general brainiac Blaise Pascal (1623-1662) for today’s quote and all of his various and many contributions to truth and the betterment of mankind.
Posted in Biographical, Influences, Motivation, Recent Paintings, Technique/History, tagged Masks, New Work, Quote, Salman Rushdie, Work In Progress on February 7, 2019| 1 Comment »
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“Masks beneath masks until suddenly the bare bloodless skull.”
― The Satanic Verses
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This was a small piece that was began yesterday. I had finished a new painting that very much pleased me but left me feeling that it was not a jumping off point to immediately begin another piece in that same vein. In short, it left me feeling a bit blocked.
So, this piece, a 12″ square canvas, was started as a palate cleanser, something where I could just makes marks and shapes and color to fill some space, hoping that it somehow sparked something. This was basically how the Archaeology series began back in 2008. At the time, I was stumped and felt that I was at the end of my creative surge. I began working from a method taught by my 5th grade art teacher where we would simply take large blank sheets of paper and, using pen and ink, fill them in anyway we could. It’s something that I often turn to when I am feeling uninspired and it often bears interesting results.
Here, it started with a face, quickly slashed in with loose strokes, just trying to make a form with as little fuss or detail as possible. Then came another and another and so on. Each inspired the next. They went down in my normal red oxide at first then I went back at each face with quick, rough strokes of other colors, letting the tones and shapes play off one another. It was meant to be coarse in its execution, done fast and without much conscious thought, giving it a bit more expressionistic feel.
What they are, I don’t know. I wasn’t trying to represent anyone I knew or had seen. Just the general faces that have often popped out in my drawing over the years. But many of them have been with me for many years now. Some of them appeared when I was a small child and would try to find them in wallpaper patterns or in the edges of curtains. Everything could be made into a face, so it seemed.
And some I see as being from images culled from medieval texts, even down to the way the lips are modeled. Not done purposely, but they appear that way to me.
But most I recognize here have been with me since my childhood, some that are friendly and some that deeply bother me, leaving me with an uneasy feeling as though I recognize them from past unpleasant personal experience.
Maybe from this life or some other earlier incarnation, if there are such things. Maybe it’s just a matter of facial and image recognition present in us all that pulls from sort of collective consciousness, that makes us respond to certain shapes and forms. Like I said, I don’t know.
Or maybe it’s just a psychological biopsy of the facets of a personality. Again, I don’t know.
But as a palate cleanser, it has served its purpose. It has amped me up a bit and I could see this small piece growing into larger painting, say 4 or 5 foot square. I could see that having a great impact on the wall, even if it’s only the wall here in the studio. But I don’t know if it will go anywhere beyond this.
Don’t even know if I will completely finish this particular or if I should even try to put eyes in the dark holes where they should be in these faces. I like the feeling that the dark pits give the piece. It gives the faces the appearance of being masks.
And maybe that is what our faces really are- masks.
As always, I don’t know if that’s true. But I do now that if this piece transforms into a larger series I will call it the Masks.
We shall see.
Posted in Influences, Motivation, Quote, tagged Keith Haring, Pop Art Street Art, Quote on January 31, 2019| 5 Comments »
The best reason to paint is that there is no reason to paint… I’d like to pretend that I’ve never seen anything, never read anything, never heard anything… and then make something… Every time I make something, I think about the people who are going to see it and every time I see something, I think about the person who made it… Nothing is important… so everything is important.
—Keith Haring
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I can’t say that I was ever a huge Keith Haring fan. Maybe it was because his Graffiti-based Pop Art imagery seemed to be everywhere all of the time through most of the 80’s and 90’s. It seemed like you couldn’t turn around without seeing his images. But I have to admit that I have come to have an appreciation of his work, especially the prodigious output he produced in his short life. He died at the age of 31 and created a pretty amazing body of work in the limited time he spent on this planet. Even if you don’t recognize the name, you most likely have seen and recognized his imagery at some point.
Part of my newfound appreciation comes from the fact that I am able to look at his work now and find things in it that I may be able to transfer in some way to my own work. Take for instance, the rhythms of some of his black and white pieces shown below. I see something in them that speaks to me and might work in my voice, as well.
I also like the attitude he took with the quote at the top. The idea that the importance of art comes from the fact that we see something in it that makes it important to us is a striking and sometimes abstract concept. It’s one that has struck me at times in the studio when I am suddenly hit by the absurdity of the idea that I am standing there smearing paint of a piece of board. In that moment I can’t think of a reason why I should be doing this thing.
And maybe it is that absurdity that makes it worthwhile. Perhaps to continue to do something that seems so unimportant in the grand scheme of things creates its own importance.
A sort of testimony to both the futility and significance of our existence.
And maybe that is art’s true purpose, to let us feel both humble and expansive.
Something to think about while I am wondering what the hell I am doing here in the studio today.
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Posted in Influences, Painting, Quote, Recent Paintings, tagged Charles Dickens, GC Myers, Oliver Twist, Painting, Quote, Red Roofs, Red Tree on January 30, 2019| 2 Comments »
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“The sun –the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man–burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.”
― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist
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I guess it’s wishful thinking to be discussing a painting based on light and warmth on a day when we are just beginning to feel the brunt of the bitter cold that has swept down from the polar regions. It’s below 0° right now and it won’t get much above that for the next few days around here. Brrr! So the hope contained in a rising sun and the light and heat from it becomes something to really think about.
The painting above is a new one, a 24″ by 24″ canvas, that I am calling Reaching For The Light. The jumble of upward rising buildings has a new addition to go with the regular roofs and spires–chimneys. This new element gives the effect of an appendage reaching upward from each building to get to the sunlight.
I like that feeling that it gives.
I thought the descriptive snip above from Dickens’ Oliver Twist fit this painting. I often have images based on Dickens’ vivid descriptions of cityscapes from Victorian England in mind when I am working on these type of paintings that are cramped and crowded with buildings. His words created an imagery that stuck firmly in my mind from when I first read them so many years ago.
It was a place of darkness, soot, and shadows. The idea of the sun cutting through the grayness with its cleansing light and warmth is one of hope, one of moving to a better situation beyond the squalor and despair of the moment.
That’s how I am seeing this painting with the Red Tree serving as the symbolic central figure acting out this idea of grasping for the light.
So, on this coldly bitter day, I have to find hope in the same sun that we have come to fear as the ever increasing effects of global climate change become apparent.
Stay warm, folks.
Posted in Favorite Things, Influences, tagged Albert Pinkham Ryder, Influence, Inspiration, Quote on January 28, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Been a fan of Albert Pinkham Ryder for a long time now and realized this morning that I had not mentioned him here in over ten years. Here’s a post from back in 2009 with a few added images and a quote that fits his work and his influence very well.
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It is the first vision that counts. The artist has only to remain true to his dream and it will possess his work in such a manner that it will resemble the work of no other… for no two visions are alike, and those who reach the heights have all toiled up steep mountains by a different route. To each has been revealed a different panorama.
–Albert Pinkham Ryder
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I have always been affected by the dark, moody compositions of the the American painter Albert Pinkham Ryder, a somewhat under-appreciated painter who worked in the late 1800’s/ early 1900’s, dying in 1917 at the age of 70.
Though he has sometimes been called the American Van Gogh, Ryder is probably not as well known as he should be mainly because of the manner in which he painted. He had little regard for working in a fashion that would insure the longevity of his work and as a result, most of his pieces are heavily cracked and fragile. Many have not survived.
Even so, when I have seen his work in person I am always filled with a sense of excitement, as though I’ve stumbled upon a hidden treasure. There’s also a feeling of knowing this person and feeling their essence. It’s as though I feel something in my own being that parallels his in some way. I hesitate to say this because I do not know in any fashion the man or his personality. But what is seen in his work is something I can truly identify with in some manner beyond appreciation.
His work has the feel of a visionary. I see real poetry and soul in his work, something which, to my mind, is lacking in much work that is produced. I can’t describe how I see that– it’s more just a matter of sensing it. To me, Ryder seems to be trying to communicate something vaporous and indefinable, something beyond the senses, something beyond words.
Again, the feel of a visionary.
There is much to find in the way of inspiration in his work.
Posted in Favorite Things, Influences, Motivation, Quote, tagged Georges Rouault, Painting, Quote on January 24, 2019| Leave a Comment »
In these gaudy times, we think we will shortly reach the point where everything is known, but the fact is we are ignoring the essential, which is love of all living things, of all beauty both visible and hidden.
–Georges Rouault (France, 1871- 1958)
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Looking at the work of Georges Rouault, I am as excited by it now as when I first encountered it many years ago. It is fearlessly painted and brimming with the fervor with which he imbued all his work. It makes me want to do better, makes me want to make marks that are absolute expressions and proof of my being in this world.
Inspiring stuff, indeed.
Posted in Biographical, Painting, Quote, tagged Emily Carr, Painting, Quote on January 17, 2019| 1 Comment »
When I read the line above taken from the journal of the great Canadian artist Emily Carr (1871-1945), it really hit close to the bone for me. I thought about my early forays in my youth when I believed I wanted to be a writer.
I loved the words and their power, their ability to create emotion and reaction in the mind of the reader. But I cared little about creating narrative, about the details, the nuts and bolts, involved in storytelling. It was the essence of things that interested me, the atmospheres of silence and distance and empty space.
It was all too heady for an uneducated and inexperienced kid. I didn’t know what to do with writing that evolved into what seemed to be ethereal nothingness. More and more, it became a frustrating exercise.
And I think that is where painting came in for me, at a time when I truly needed it. I found that painting, especially landscape painting, was less about narrative and more about that essence, about capturing moments of atmosphere and perceived emotion and spirit.
The unwordable and the unformable, as Emily Carr put it.
I definitely see this evocation of essence in the work of Emily Carr and can only hope to find the same in my own.