Entry - 11.10.18

The ideal art, the noblest of art: working with the complexities of life, refusing to simplify, to “overcome” doubt.

                                                                                           - Joyce Carol Oates

Gerard Wickham - The Card Trick - 2018

In a blog entry I posted in April, I introduced my latest major oil painting, The Card Trick, and talked about how important ambiguity has become to my work.  I noted at the end of that entry that I had hoped to address how ambiguity functions in the work of several major artists but, feeling that I was running a bit long, would shelve that objective for the time being, fully intending to take it up in a later blog entry.  I had already gathered a good number of applicable images and given a lot of thought to my topic at that time.  So the moment has now come for me to pick up where I left off seven months ago.

Ambiguity in art has become more common in the modern age.  Perhaps this is the result of our having lost many of the certitudes upon which prior generations structured their lives.  But all the same, long before rulers and religion lost their credibility, some artists of the past did recognize that the use of ambiguity could enhance their work and encourage a deeper engagement with their audience.

Diego Velazquez - The Spinners - 1657

Many years ago when I had just begun working at the agency where I was ultimately to spend over thirty years, a coworker returning from a vacation in Spain gave me a postcard of Diego Velazquez’ The Spinners that he had picked up at The Prado.  I was very pleased.  I had been an admirer of Velazquez for a long time, and here was a magnificent work with which I was unfamiliar.  I pinned the postcard to my bulletin board where it remained for many years to be regularly studied by me.

I could never tell for sure what was happening in the image.  In the shadowy foreground, five women in peasant dress perform activities associated with spinning yarn.  Behind them in a space bathed in light are five figures clothed in finery interacting in various groupings.  A viola da gamba or cello sits in the entranceway to the background space, and one figure, gesturing dramatically, wears armor.  I always thought that these figures were rehearsing for some kind of performance.  I believed the painting to be vaguely about the differences between the classes and the activities in which they engaged.  I liked that the plane of focus encompassed the two workers on the right, leaving their more privileged associates in the background to be addressed summarily.  The painting truly defies expectation, primarily concentrating on the lowly laborers in the foreground and indicating roughly the pursuits of the higher born.

For centuries, this painting was thought to depict the Santa Isabel tapestry workshop of Madrid.  Only after an employee of the Alcazar Palace found an inventory of artwork which included a painting by Velazquez, The Fable of Arachne, which matched the original dimensions of The Spinners did art historians come to recognize that the work was based on a Roman story.  There are several versions of this story, the most well-known probably being that which is included in Ovid’s Metamorphoses.  The story goes like this…  Arachne, a peasant girl, was an incredibly talented weaver and wasn’t shy about boasting about her skills, going so far as to assert that her abilities exceeded those of Athena.  When the goddess got wind of Arachne’s bragging, she took on the guise of an old woman and visited the mortal girl.  When Arachne repeated her claim that she could “out-weave” Athena, the goddess revealed her true identity and required that a competition be held to see who truly was the greatest weaver.  Upon completion of their labor, Athena’s tapestries depicted situations in which mortals competed with the gods in contests and were consequently punished for their hubris. Arachne chose to show in her tapestries how the gods misused mortals, particularly concentrating on Zeus’s dalliances with young women.  In some versions, Athena’s and Arachne’s efforts were equal; in others, Arachne exceeded Athena in skill; still others suggest that Athena was infuriated that Arachne dared to expose the shortcomings of the goddess’s own father.  Whatever the reason, Athena assailed the peasant girl furiously and turned her into a spider.  I think in Ovid’s version, Arachne, unable to endure the goddess’s abuse, hangs herself, only to be brought back to life as a spider by Athena.

Since the subject of the painting was revealed, art historians have suggested that The Spinners represents the competition between Athena and Arachne in the foreground and Athena confronting Arachne afterwards in the background.  I disagree with this interpretation.  First, the figures in the foreground are not weaving; they are spinning.  And, though commonly medieval manuscript illuminations will depict two events occurring at different times in a single image, this became extremely rare from the Renaissance onwards.  I believe Velazquez is deliberately challenging our expectations of the painting’s theme.  The lowly workers are preeminent both in size and focus, while the dramatic confrontation between god and mortal is relegated to take place in a background niche.  And Velazquez doesn’t choose to portray the climactic moment of the fable when Athena attacks Arachne, as did Rubens and Houasse.

Peter Paul Rubens - Pallas and Arachne - 1636/37

Rene Antoine Houasse - Minerve et Arachne - 1706

No, we’re really not sure what is happening in the background.  Athena, the figure in armor, gesticulates theatrically while Arachne appears disconcerted.  So perhaps Velazquez has opted to present Athena evaluating Arachne’s efforts, just moments before losing her temper and exacting her revenge upon her.  But if this is the case, the painting still depicts a very gripping instance.  Why then are the two noble women on the right engaged in casual conversation?  One of them actually glances out of the picture plane at us, the viewers.  The painting seems to defy rational interpretation, and, I believe, this is deliberately so.

I think we can all agree that this painting is about the making of art.  Arachne has achieved an extraordinary skill that she believes exceeds that of the goddess Athena.  Velazquez reminds us that tapestry weaving (and painting) is a laborious process requiring hours of effort and the participation of numerous workers.  As he emphasized the spinning process, he must have had in mind all of the activity that precedes the painting process: the gathering, grinding and preparation of pigments, the weaving of the canvas, and the stretching, sizing and priming of the support.  In addition to these activities, the artist himself has spent years and years studying his craft.  Velazquez doesn’t believe in the magical spark of creativity.  He recognizes that great painting doesn’t flow effortlessly from the hand of a genius; it results from thousands of hours of intense effort.

And it may have escaped your attention that Arachne has chosen Titian’s The Rape of Europa as the theme for her tapestry.  I believe that Velazquez like Arachne recognizes his own efforts and skills and, in his case, challenges us to compare his talents with those of the Venetian master of the previous generation.  It is even possible that by introducing the noble figure who glances out at us, the viewers, he has dissolved the boundary between art and life, daring to establish himself on a footing with his own god.  Regardless of how far Velazquez’s ego permits him to go, it is apparent that in presenting The Fable of Arachne he was more interested in the moment when the efforts of Athena and Arachne are evaluated and compared than the climactic moment when the goddess attacks the mortal, ultimately transforming her into a spider.

Faced with the facts that the subject matter of the painting was incorrectly identified for centuries and that even today experts can’t agree on what’s happening in the painting, we cannot deny that ambiguity is an essential element in The Spinners.  Velazquez has very deliberately made a conclusive interpretation of the work impossible to attain.  He emphasizes the activity of the workers in the foreground over that of the main players in the background.  The moment he’s chosen to depict is vague.  The behavior of some of individuals portrayed does not coincide with what would be expected within any interpretation of the fable.  He has blurred the boundary between art and life.  Velazquez recognized that ambiguity would enhance rather than detract from his image.

And ambiguity is a tool he turned to again and again.  For instance, in Las Meninas, why is the painter included in the painting?  Why present this strange assortment of players in a royal portrait?  What are most of the individuals depicted, including the artist, looking at?  Their own reflections or us, the viewers?  How are the king and queen seen reflected in a mirror hanging on the rear wall without occupying the space between the foreground group and the mirror?

Diego Velazquez - Las Meninas - 1656

Even a painting as straightforward as The Water Carrier of Seville seems to suggest some undisclosed drama.

Diego Velazquez - The Water Carrier of Seville - 1619

As I stated earlier, the use of ambiguity became more common in the modern era.

James McNeill Whistler - Variations in Flesh Colour and Green - The Balcony - 1864 to 67

For instance, in Variations in Flesh Colour and Green – The Balcony, James McNeill Whistler provides an absurd image of a group of European women wearing traditional Japanese attire assembled on a balcony overlooking the Thames’ industrial waterfront.  Equally out of place, an array of flowers, above which drift two butterflies, encroaches upon the lower periphery of the painting.  There can be no sensible interpretation of what is presented here.

Whistler wasn’t concerned that his chosen tableau was ludicrous.  He had begun to approach his art as a composer constructs music.  He even gave his paintings names relating to music: arrangements, variations, harmonies, nocturnes and symphonies.  He was thinking abstractly.  Color, form, contrast and brushwork were the notes he employed to arrange his compositions.  The narrative didn’t matter; his goal was to achieve an aesthetically perfect image.  Whistler’s did not strive for ambiguity; it simply was a natural consequence of his elevating aesthetics above all other concerns.

Edouard Manet was actually much more radical than the Impressionists.  The Impressionists’ revolution was mainly about technique.  Manet wanted to change the way we view art, in effect dismantling the cohesiveness of the narrative structure in art.  He felt that painting had become burdened with conventions that were established over centuries of activity since the Renaissance.  It was nearly impossible for modern art not to quote the art of the past.  But rather than resist this inclination, he embraced it.

Edouard Manet - Le Dejeuner sur l'Herbe - 1863

In Le Dejeuner sur l’Herbe, Manet is referencing Pastoral Concert, attributed to both Giorgione and Titian.

Pastoral Concert - c1509

Like Le Dejeuner sur l’Herbe, Pastoral Concert presents an image of two clothed men and two exposed women in a natural setting.  But Pastoral Concert offers an idealized representation that permits an allegorical interpretation, while Manet does not propose any such reading in his work.  His men are clearly dressed in modern garb and are engaged in conversation.  One woman in undergarments wades in a river in the background, while the other is unclothed and sitting amongst the men.  She is naked, not nude, and her features are not generalized and idealized; this is clearly a portrait.  Contemporary viewers were offended that this portrayal of a real naked woman offered no comfortable association with allegory, myth or biblical reference.  Perhaps they should have been more offended that Manet was trawling haphazardly through art history and arbitrarily quoting from his preferences without regard for meaning.

Edouard Manet - Mademoiselle V. in the Costume of an Espada - 1862

It is thought that in Mademoiselle V. in the Costume of an Espada, Manet was borrowing from Goya thematically and Velazquez compositionally.  In the later half of the nineteenth century, the French indulged a taste for all things Spanish, including painting, and Manet clearly hoped to benefit from that predilection.  But once again, Manet cannot provide an acceptable rendering of his subject matter.  He makes no attempt to disguise the fact that his espada is in fact just a model adorned in an exotic costume.  In fact, Manet goes so far as to use for his espada a female model, Victorine Meurent, the same model who posed nude for Le Dejeuner sur l’Herbe and Olympia.  She wears inappropriate shoes and carries a ridiculous pink cape.  The background makes no sense spatially and is, most likely, simply a two dimensional backdrop (a travel poster, for instance) in front of which he posed his model.

The ambiguity in Manet’s work results from his recognition that any artwork is an artificial conception, a hodgepodge of technical conventions, traditional references and factual reality, which can offer its viewer no convincing narrative.

Depending on how you look at it, Max Beckmann was either a victim or a beneficiary of the period in history in which he lived.  Beckmann was born in Wilhelmine Germany in 1884, and his youthful years were defined by personal growth and astonishing professional success.  Early in his artistic career, Beckmann received first prize in the Berlin Succession Exhibition, which included a scholarship to study in Florence.  He garnered praise from art critics and was the youngest ever elected member of the Berlin Secession.  By the age of 30, he was married and had a son.  He was a conservative artist, publishing attacks on Franz Marc and Der Blaue Reiter group.  If history hadn’t intervened, chances are Beckmann would have lived a very comfortable life and we would never have heard of him.

But World War I intruded upon his life.  During the war, Beckmann volunteered as a medical orderly, and the pointless destruction, wanton brutality and human suffering that he witnessed throughout his service altered his perspective indelibly.  After the war, Beckmann’s art changed dramatically, both in subject matter and style.  He adopted some conventions from the very Expressionists he had previously criticized: fractured perspective, unnatural coloration and the simplification and distortion of form but used these tools, not to fashion a higher aesthetic, but to confront his generation with the harsh realities of the human condition.  He often used his personal biography to expose larger paradigms within his society.  Beckmann later witnessed the rise of the National Socialism in Germany, suffered repeated attacks on his art, lost his directorial position at Frankfurt’s Städel Art School, was banned from exhibiting, saw his work included in the “Degenerate Art” show sponsored by the Nazis and ultimately fled to Holland.  After the Second World War, he emigrated to the United States.

Max Beckmann - Self Portrait with Horn - 1938

Max Beckmann - Departure - 1932 to 35

Although it would be understandable if he solely chose to record the horrors of his age and his own personal misfortunes, Beckmann recognized that to become too literal, to expose directly the multiple tragedies that he both witnessed and suffered during his lifetime, would diminish the scope of his art and relegate it to play the role of historic documentary.  He used ambiguity to disguise his observations of a transitory reality, seeking out instead universal themes that have obsessed humans throughout their history.   Often he preferred to stage his vignettes within vaguely defined historic or mythological epochs to widen the scope of his explorations.  In his 1938 Self Portrait with Horn, is he considering blowing this horn to warn all mankind of an impending Armageddon or is he ludicrously peering into the instrument as if it were a telescope intent on discerning an indecipherable future?  When in 1937 a New York art dealer, hoping to sell one of his paintings, wrote to him requesting specific explanations of its imagery, Beckmann responded that if that were essential the dealer should return the painting.  Shrewdly, Beckmann embraces an ambiguity that defies resolution.

Similarly, Paula Rego, a contemporary Portuguese artist, uses ambiguity to avoid having a constricted interpretation applied to her work.  In most of her mature output, Rego explores gender roles and the dynamics of relations between the sexes.  In doing so, she has to walk a very fine line.  If her imagery lacked uncertainty, her work could be perceived as didactic or illustrative, regardless of whether her observations are valid or not.  An analysis of the specific social construct which she experienced within her brief lifetime would be fated to be quickly forgotten.  I don’t believe that Rego desires to play the role of a pedagogue.  Instead, Rego delves into the foundations of folktales or establishes her narratives within the confines of a broad, unspecified history.  Ambiguity permits her work to be more universal and multidimensional.

Paula Rego - The Cadet and his Sister - 1988

Paula Rego - Olga - 2003

Paula Rego - The Pillowman - 2004

French artist Balthus, born in Paris in 1908, preferred to remain anonymous.  When asked to provide biographical information for exhibition purposes, he refused.  He carefully crafted his reputation as an enigma, which within the artworld could only serve to elicit further interest in him and his work.  One might also suppose that Balthus had other reasons for avoiding notoriety.  His work was often overtly sexual in nature, and his paintings and drawings commonly featured pubescent girls, naked or in suggestive poses.  It’s understandable, under the circumstances, that Balthus would prefer to keep the public’s focus on his work rather than on himself.  Social mores are very changeable, often oscillating between liberalism and conservatism unpredictably, and Balthus certainly must have feared a backlash from orthodox elements within his society.

Balthus - The Mountain - 1937

Balthus - Nu Jouant avec un Chat - 1949

Balthus - La Chambre - c1953

All of that said, I think that primarily Balthus wanted to avoid having his biography shape how his work was perceived.  It was critical that his work remain ambiguous, permitting no definitive interpretation by his audience.  Upon Balthus’ maturation, two major intellectual perspectives were gaining predominance: Freudian theory and Surrealism.  Freud believed that all stages in human development were sexual in nature.  Puberty represents an unsettled period of experimentation and upheaval during which the individual undergoes a transformation from an essentially autoerotic being into a mature sexual adult capable of establishing a long-term, monogamous relationship.

Surrealism evolved from Dadaism, an anarchic art movement that rejected established societal and aesthetic standards.  But the Surrealists disciplined the Dadaist approach, applying Freudian theory to their work.  They were particularly interested in Freud’s belief in the importance of analyzing the unconscious mind in understanding the functioning of the cognizant individual.  Freud stressed that dreams, in particular, offer invaluable evidence of repressed memories that determine the directions of our lives and often result in symptoms of neurosis.  The Surrealists sought to tap into their own unconscious perceptions in their work, regularly using random patterning as the starting point of their conceptions and developing dream imagery that did not submit to the logic of their conscious experience of reality.

Though Balthus was never a member of the Surrealist circle, he was certainly very aware of the movement and his work was admired by many of its primary contributors.  Most commonly, Balthus’ oeuvre is associated with that of the second generation of Surrealists, whose work retained a dreamlike quality while aesthetically incorporating a realist vocabulary.  The work of Salvador Dali comes to mind.  While Balthus remained an independent artist, a direct participant in no major movement, it is also clear that he was very much influenced by Freudian and Surrealist theory, perhaps explaining his exploration of pubescent sexuality in the context of an ambiguous narrative that defies rational interpretation.

I mentioned in my last entry that in 1997 contemporary Norwegian artist Odd Nerdrum confounded both his opponents and supporters alike by announcing that his work was just “kitsch” and not “high art”.   This admission must have come as a stomach punch to his supporters who took his paintings very seriously and embraced his art as the last vestige of true craftsmanship to be found in the artworld.  You see, kitsch is defined as “art, objects or design considered to be in poor taste because of excessive garishness or sentimentality, but sometimes appreciated in an ironic or knowing way”.  (Oxford Living Dictionary)  Nerdrum wanted to disassociate himself from “high art” which he sees as now synonymous with Modern Art.  He was acknowledging that, because he continues to be committed to narrative subject matter, emotional content and fine craftsmanship, his work can never fulfill the expectations of the Modernists.  Of course, Nerdrum was merely taking a shot at the Modernists.  I believe in truth that he would be terribly mortified to have his oeuvre received as “kitsch”.

But admittedly his imagery is often excessive, revolting, awkward, offensive, disconcerting and gruesome – at times, bordering on the mawkish.  So having his work labeled as “kitsch” must be of legitimate concern to Nerdrum.

Odd Nerdrum - Dawn - 1989

Odd Nerdrum - Man with a Horse's Head - 1993

Odd Nerdrum - Shit Rock - 2001

Odd Nerdrum - Three Namegivers - 1990

Appreciating that his oeuvre is susceptible to being labeled kitsch, Nerdrum is very careful not to get too precise in his creations; he suggests a narrative without providing specifics.  For instance, if he were to clearly indicate that his imaginary landscape peopled with armed warriors, hermaphrodites and defecating women is our future world after a ruinous nuclear war, he would expose himself to censure for being alarmist or doctrinaire; his observations would apply to a very particular scenario and could be construed perhaps as sci-fi illustration.  The inhabitants of his world suffer wounds and amputations, perform their daily ablutions and expurgations, participate in vague rituals, form loose associations and resort to violence to secure food and impose dominance, but these activities are alluded to in a nebulous fashion.  We are never quite sure what’s happening in these works; in some instances the activities portrayed are patently baffling.  Through ambiguity, Nerdrum invites his audience to contemplate his creations, elaborate on his narratives and draw parallels to contemporary experience.

The Modernist revolution, which so offended Nerdrum, was of course fated to reach a conclusion.  At some point, artists could not surprise or shock their audience anymore.  Nothing new could be conceived.  Every innovation introduced by the latest radical movement seemed a reiteration of a more effective antecedent which had originated decades ago.  Artists eventually recognized this and stopped trying to astonish or outrage their viewers.  The artwork created by this new generation of artists is eclectic, borrowing haphazardly from styles and concepts of the past.  Often the boundary between high art and popular culture is disintegrated.  Several disparate techniques may be incorporated in a single piece.  Ambiguity and the absence of any discernible interpretation are characteristics of this new art which was christened as “Postmodernism”.

Neo Rauch is perhaps the quintessential Postmodern artist.  Rauch was born in 1960 in Leipzig, East Germany and lived the first half of his life within a communist state and the second within a capitalist democracy.  After the reunification of Germany, Rauch chose to continue living in Leipzig, even though creative and financial opportunity was accessible in the West.  Rauch is ambivalent about his past life.  Often his work harkens back to a society that functions cooperatively, where a community of individuals gathers for a shared purpose.  In these images, the time period is unclear; the people depicted wear clothing from diverse periods or are outfitted in unidentifiable uniforms.  Many of his characters engage in creative pursuits; they make music, dance, write, study, construct sculpture and paint pictures.  Fire is a common theme in his oeuvre though we are not sure if it is an element of purification, censorship or torture.  There is no consistent scale applied to figures and objects; the laws of perspective do not apply.  During his lifespan, Rauch has lived in a cooperative society that restricted personal freedom and opportunity leading to economic malaise and creative frustration.  All the same, communism did create a sense of common cause and provide a safety net for those individuals less than able to provide for themselves.  Post reunification, Rauch now lives in a capitalist democracy that worships the individual and offers opportunity to exceptionally motivated and talented members of society.   Personal freedom is a feature of modern democracies – at least a freedom only constrained by each individual’s financial circumstances.  And while many enjoy prosperity and security, a substrata within that same affluent society experiences deprivation and exposure to risk and illness.  After residing in these two “mirror image” societies, most probably recognizing both their benefits and defects, Rauch seems predestined to present in his work a world of ambiguity and duality, inconclusive and uninterpretable.

 

Neo Rauch - Vater - 2007

Neo Rauch - Der Laden - 2005

Neo Rauch - Gewitterfront - 2016

Neo Rauch - Die Stickerin - 2008

I should also add that Rauch at the age of just four weeks lost both of his very young parents to a car accident and was thereafter raised by his grandparents.  Can you imagine having no recollection of the most critical event to occur in your lifetime?  Or acknowledging that you seemingly emerged unscathed from an incident whose consequences dramatically changed the course of your life path?   Surely, this piece of his personal history must have introduced to Rauch, even at an early age, the perception that existence is fraught with irreconcilable contradictions and that the possibility of cataclysmic transformation shadows every individual at every moment of his or her existence.  Rauch has succinctly stated:

“What I want to do is catch those few seconds before some possible excess.”

When I read this simply quote, I was shocked at how similar it was to something I wrote for a small exhibition I was having at a local venue six years ago:

“I examine chance and change in many of my paintings.  I’m excited by moments when something very important might happen, when the regular course of events may be disrupted and upheaval or drama result.  I am equally interested in depicting these moments in such a way that the viewer cannot be certain as to what is actually happening; while suggestions of some critical activity are being made, there is also a very credible possibility that nothing of consequence is occurring.  Duality and ambiguity intrigue me greatly as phenomena of contemporary existence.”

Of course, my quote is very wordy and not nearly as elegant as that of Rauch, but what interest me is their parallels.  For most of my art career, I’ve felt completely out of sync with the contemporary artists I’ve seen represented in galleries and museums.  I didn’t dislike or reject their work; I just recognized that I was on a completely different track and could never picture my paintings getting exposure in such a forum.  Only in recent years have I seen work and read artists’ statements that suggest intentions that correspond with my own.  I realize that we’re experiencing a zeitgeist at this time which acknowledges, whether for good or bad, that ambiguity and contradiction have become inescapable elements of ordinary existence.  I don’t think it’s just coincidence that Rauch was born a year after I was.

Peter Doig - Night Balcony North Coast - 2012

Or that in Artforum David Rhodes wrote the following about Peter Doig, a Canadian artist born the same year as I:

“It seems that Doig is saying that realism is negotiable and subjective.  This ambiguity continues in Night Balcony North Coast, 2012: Rendered in dark blue, green and yellow, the painting depicts an empty corner balcony.  The colors evoke twilight, and within this nocturnal light – a familiar theme in Doig’s work, which adds to the temporal vagueness of his painting (it is neither night or day) - it seems as if something has passed or is about to happen.  Throughout this exhibition, backgrounds and figures interchange fluidly, and Doig makes the exotic ordinary and the platitudinous engaging, mobilizing an ambiguity that produces a situation without clear explanations – a lack of certainty the artist once called a ‘numbness’.”

You have to wonder why at this time an interest in portraying an ambiguous world view has become imperative among artists of a certain age.  I have my own theories about this.

I grew up in the 1960’s.  They were radical years during which our society seemed poised to make major changes in how it functioned.  Though only a child, I couldn’t help but be aware of a series of fundamental actions and transformations taking place: Anti-war protests, the Civil Rights Movement, the Women’s Liberation Movement, the Gay Rights Movement and the Sexual Revolution.  People were becoming concerned about the environment and started to understand that the excessive dumping of pollutants, the eradication of ecosystems and the extermination of species must not continue.  Many questioned the values which steered our society, resulting in the development of a counterculture that rejected rampant consumerism, commercial competition and the traditional definition of success.  People were dropping out of society, heading back-to-the-land, establishing communes.  Civil disobedience, marches and demonstrations fashioned the backdrop of my early childhood.  To someone with literally no past experience by which to evaluate these turbulent days, it appeared that these fitful changes that out world was undergoing were just part of an unbroken arc that had been occurring for millennia – that arc representing an evolution from lawless chaos to enlightened cooperation.  In spite of all the unrest that these movements inspired, I really was certain that our society was undergoing substantive improvement to a degree which had never happened before in human history.  They were heady days filled with unbridled optimism for the future.  I am not exaggerating.

Imagine the confusion and disappointment I experienced during my late teens and twenties when I detected signals that my concept of an evolutionary arc of continual societal betterment may have been mistaken.  Thousands of small, seemingly insignificant digressions were probably occurring at that time, but I found four developments particularly disturbing.

While I was in college, disco music began to receive a lot of radio play and asserted a strong influence on American culture.  The music was glitzy, bass-driven, extremely repetitive and accompanied by sparse, vapid lyrics.  It was all about shutting down the intellect and surrendering to a simple dance beat, in many ways in opposition to the innovative arrangements and sophisticated lyrics of earlier folk and rock music.  Disco was anti-art, popularist and basically pablum for the ears.  For me, the rise of disco represented a decline in taste and a change in what we expected from art.

Another change that occurred at that time was the emergence of designer clothing – particularly formfitting jeans.  In the 60’s and early 70’s, clothing was thought of as utilitarian.  The goal was to buy clothing that was cheap and functional and to wear it until it was threadbare.  To be dressed up formally was akin to betraying the ethos of the era.  For most of my high school years, my school uniform was a pair of faded jeans and a flannel shirt.  In the winter, I augmented my wardrobe with an inexpensive, poorly fitting snorkel coat complete with a faux fur-lined hood.  So it came as a surprise when during my college years people started wearing clothing with designer labels: Calvin Klein, Gloria Vanderbilt, Jordache, Izod Lacoste and Sasson.  Clothing ceased to be inexpensive and practical.  Designer jeans, for instance, cost about three or four times as much as standard brands.  They resisted fading and would be discarded once they showed signs of wear.   And by way of some fancy stitching and a recognizable label, they conveyed an aura of status on the wearer.  The idea that a sexy pair of overpriced jeans could magically make an individual more “worthy” was anathema to the values that I had adopted during my childhood years.

In 1980, Ronald Reagan was elected president.  He was pro-military, anti-government, pro-school prayer and anti-union.  A conservative, he championed states rights, and, to lower taxes, he reduced or stripped benefits from disabled citizens (many of whom were World War II veterans) and slashed funding for subsidized housing, Medicaid, food stamps, the EPA and federal education assistance.  During his presidency, the gap between rich and poor widened and the erosion of the economic health of the middle class, which continues to this day, commenced.  Reagan made Nixon look like a compassionate liberal.  His election, a landslide victory in which he carried 44 states, represented a sea change in our country’s way of thinking; shallow, selfish, opportunistic narcissism seemed to be the order of the day.

And lastly, in 1986 Paramount Pictures released the movie Top Gun, which went on to become a major hit.  The movie tells the story of the competition that develops between two navy pilots, Maverick and Iceman, participating in an elite training program.  The film glorifies militarism, nationalism, macho bravado, risk taking and mindless competition.  During and shortly after the Vietnam War, the release of such a movie would have been unthinkable.  In fact, back in 1968 Warner Brothers had released The Green Berets, a film which starred John Wayne and sought to justify America’s intervention in Vietnam.  The movie became a target of mockery, lambasted by progressives and intellectuals and slammed by critics (Roger Ebert gave it 0 stars).  Top Gun was so silly, so childish, so pandering, so gratuitous that after seeing it I was completely dumbfounded as to its appeal.  Clearly, attitudes in our country had gone through major changes.

Obviously, these four developments which I here note vary in magnitude from the consequential to the frivolous, but, honestly, each was pretty much of equal significance to me at that time.  I believe that change occurs at the grassroots level – almost imperceptibly.  The way we dress, the music we listen to and the movies we watch are potent indicators of our beliefs, ideals and desires.  Ronald Reagan didn’t change our society; our society had changed until someone like Ronald Reagan was acceptable to it.

Years later, while working my nine to five, “career” job, I used to hang out with a couple of coworkers who were about ten years older than I.  They had been full participants in 60’s culture.  They attended college at that time, had engaged in all the experimentation that the era demanded and had faced the real possibility of being shipped out to Vietnam.  I’ve seen pictures of them in which they’re barely recognizable, so thoroughly did they adopt the guise of hippie culture.  Regularly, we would end our workday at a nearby bar to unwind, have a few beers and shoot the bull.  One evening, we fell into a discussion about the 60’s.  At one point in our conversation, I bemoaned, “You guys were lucky.  When the 60’s hit, you were old enough to have some perspective.  Not me.  I was born into it and believed that progress was normal… that society would continue to make ethical and intellectual gains throughout my lifetime.  The realization that this was nonsense was one of the greatest disappointments of my life.”  And this is really the crux of what I’m getting at.  Like Neo Rauch, I’ve lived in two distinct worlds during my lifetime.  If you happened to be born within just the right window of time (young enough to have no prior experience and old enough to be conscious of what was going on), the 60’s were not just another stop on the conservative-liberal-conservative-liberal cyclical pendulum swing. They were reality.  When that reality proved to be an illusion, I was shaken, my perception of our world was refuted and I became interested in exploring narratives in my art that evinced ambiguity and contradiction.  I guess I have become somewhat of a cynic.

And, much to my chagrin, at the present time I find ambiguity and contradiction to be more prevalent than ever before in my lifetime.  We have elected an unpresidential president who blithely presents lies as facts, unconcerned that the most superficial bit of research will prove him a liar.  He admires and lauds corrupt, ruthless dictators and insults progressive, democratic allies of our country.  The Senate voted to confirm a Supreme Court nominee after most of them agreed that the woman who testified that he attempted to rape her while in high school was credible and truthful.  A Chicago cop, who shot a knife wielding black teen 16 times while the kid was walking away from him, claims that he felt his life was in jeopardy – even though the incident was videotaped and clearly contradicts this assertion.  Seems like every other day a respected and beloved entertainer, journalist or politician is revealed to be a warped, sex-crazed predator.  Periodically our nation reacts to another tragic mass shooting, mourning an ever-increasing count of innocent victims, many of whom are school age children; but for all our outrage and sorrow we are unwilling to consider any effective form of gun control – not even for semiautomatic weapons.  Our legal system is completely arbitrary.  In some states possession of marijuana by an individual with prior convictions will result in a mandatory sentence of life without parole, while murderers are commonly paroled after serving 10 or 25 years.  The economic collapse of 2008, which clearly resulted from fraudulent activities, caused tens of millions to lose their jobs or homes, triggered a plummet in the stock market and saw trillions of dollars in consumer wealth evaporate, resulted in the conviction of just one Wall Street executive (30 months, by the way).  Medicine, which once held the objective of improving the health, relieving the suffering and prolonging the lives of people, has become a ruthless industry whose primary purpose appears to be to bankrupt the sick and dying before their exit from this world.

I really could go on forever.  I must admit that my list of observations is comprised mostly of contradictions and is pretty light on ambiguity.  I guess the ambiguity results from looking toward the future and wondering if we still possess the desire, resolve and courage that motivated the 60’s generation to improve our society or will we permit greed, aggression, intolerance, ignorance and sloth to steer our nation’s course in the years to come.  Sadly, the answer to this question is not at all clear.

As always, I encourage readers to comment here.  If you would prefer to comment privately, you can email me at gerardwickham@gmail.com.

Entry - 4.28.18

Georg Emanuel Opiz - Der Saufer - 1804

Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve last posted a blog entry.  If you follow my blog, you probably know that I retired at the end of last year and you might have been expecting the pace of entry postings to accelerate, seeing that once out of the workforce I’d be enjoying the rare luxury of free time for the first time in many years and would consequently blossom forth into the embodiment of productivity and industry.  My expectations were much lower.  I anticipated an initial period of lethargy and idleness – a kind of emotional and intellectual collapse after my long stint of toeing the line.  Well, after several months of retirement, I can state that my prediction was fairly accurate.  Not that my collapse was absolutely complete.  There have been a few occasions when I’ve sobered up, took a bath, changed my clothes and thumbed through the mail.  I’ve even shaved once or twice.  Okay, perhaps I’m exaggerating just a bit.  In truth, I continue to rise early (usually around 6AM), take long hikes when conditions permit (with a slew of nor’easters hitting NY in recent weeks conditions haven’t been doing a lot of permitting), study my German and apply myself to a number of art projects.

At present, I’m working to become proficient in the use of gouache, a kind of opaque watercolor, which I haven’t used much, if at all, in the past and thought might be an ideal medium to encourage me to be more spontaneous in the execution of my work.  I’ve also been constructing a frame for a portrait I completed about two years ago and always thought would be enhanced if set within a border of gold leaf.  Thus far my efforts to construct the frame have been pretty successful, but I dread the thought of using fragile gold leaf, so delicate that a slight puff of breath will send it flailing like a flag in a hurricane.

For the most part, my efforts have been focused on finishing up a large-scale painting that’s been my primary occupation for quite a while.  I must confess that I started work on this project about a year and a half ago, hoping, as usual, to realize during its execution a method of accelerating my process but recognizing right from the get-go that my unintentional tendency to work ever slower, to seek out more subtle nuances and to layer paint more densely would most likely prevail. On occasion, I talk of revamping my approach to painting completely, causing my wife to shudder and remind me as gently as possible that I’m nearly 60 and may not have all the time in the world to reinvent myself.  Hey, Grandma Moses didn’t start painting in earnest until she was 78 years old!  All the same, I’m kind of coming to terms with my deliberate technique.  Although I believe more spontaneous and intuitive painting would be a far more enjoyable experience for me, I can’t deny that the results of my arduous efforts are satisfying.  Most of this piece was conceived and executed while I was still employed, and, though I tried to get up to my studio both days of my weekends, my intentions were often derailed by familial and household responsibilities or on occasion I simply succumbed to mental exhaustion and diddled away a day or two.  Upon retirement, I began withdrawing to my studio for one or two sessions on a daily basis, and the painting progressed more rapidly.  In two and a half months I wrapped up work on the painting, an achievement that most likely would have cost me close to a year if still employed.  After devoting two sessions to touch-up work and corrections, I left the work on my easel to dry for a few weeks before documenting it in digital photographs.

Gerard Wickham - The Card Trick - 2018

I guess to discuss this work it would be best to start at the beginning.

A few years ago my youngest son became interested in developing sleight of hand skills, focusing predominantly on card tricks.  He would read literature and watch videos which provided instruction on executing magic tricks and then practice in his room behind closed doors before surprising me unawares by demonstrating a couple of his recent acquisitions.  He was really quite good, and I would usually have no idea how he pulled off these astonishing tricks even though I stared directly at his hands not daring to blink.  Of course, like a true magician, he refused to share with me the secrets of the tricks, though he would often consent to perform a trick one more time, instructing me, “This time look very closely, Dad.”

Caravaggio -The Cardsharps - 1594

Eventually, this interest waned for him, but not before his activities had sparked in me some thoughts about “magic”.  When a trick is performed, those who are watching are at cross-purposes with themselves.  The audience is present to be amazed, to transcend the ordinary and to surrender to the illusion that the supernatural exists.  It’s what we expect for the price of admission.  At the same time, everyone in the audience is trying mightily to detect how the trick is performed, to expose the deception and to prove the magician a swindler and a cheat.  It seems to me that these opposing inclinations represent two essential impulses in humans: 1) to seek guidance and solace in the spiritual and supernatural, and 2) to apply the intellect to challenge superstitions and achieve a concrete understanding of our world.  Though it was never my intention to present these specific ideas in a pictorial format, I did think that the theme of a card trick was rich enough to merit exploration in a major work at some point in the future.

Because my larger oil paintings require so much time and effort to execute, I usually hesitate before undertaking a new major project.  Since finishing my last large work in 2014, I had painted a number of portraits, executed several woodcuts, watercolors and drawings and spent quite a while locating, organizing and photographing my entire graphic output going back to the 1970s.  But I was essentially resting, biding my time before settling down and tackling a more challenging project.  By the summer of 2016, my “batteries” had been recharged and I was ready to get started.

The larger works always begin with a photo shoot, usually lasting several hours, but even before getting to this stage I’ll devote weeks or even months to kicking around ideas in my head (some visual, some conceptual) and considering who might be available to model and what location would best suit the theme of my painting.  Early on in this process, the thought of addressing a card trick took hold, and it naturally followed that I would use my two youngest sons as models – after all they were the right builds, had the appropriate looks for my conception and were readily available to pose.  As the day of the photo shoot approached I knew what role each of my models would play, had a general idea of how I wanted them to pose and had selected our dining room as the location for the shoot.

So on a gloriously bright Sunday morning, July 10, 2016, my models and I gathered in our dining room from which I had removed all of the regular furnishings, replacing them with a small number of pieces essential to my composition.  I set up two spotlights in the room: one to serve as my primary source of illumination, the other to bounce off the ceiling and wall to provide a subdued reflected light.  Additionally, indirect natural sunlight streamed in though a nearby window.  The room was bathed fairly evenly in a warm, golden light which pleased me greatly since I wasn’t looking for moody, dark shadows or sinister obscured depths.  I described to my sons how I wanted them to pose and the emotional attitude I wanted them to project, and they were able to effectively carry out my instructions.  I took a reasonable number of overall compositional shots, followed up with a great many detail shots.  When we were finished I was very excited about this prospective work.  The photographs were very solid, the lighting was distinctive and the composition was interesting, imposing a strong overall vertical structure partitioned with a multitude of horizontal and vertical repetitions.

With the photos as my guide, I made a number of compositional sketches, arriving incrementally at something satisfactory to me.  I was then able to determine the dimensions of the painting, purchase oversized stretcher strips in Manhattan and in August prepared my canvas.

By November, I had transferred my composition to the canvas, completed my underpainting and was ready to begin painting in earnest.  At this time I was satisfied with the direction the work was taking and the pace at which I was achieving goals.

Wood surfaces of various tonalities, grains and finishes dominate the composition, the faceted panels of the door being the most commanding.  I recognized that how I addressed the door would determine everything else in the painting – flesh tones, contrast, the “temperature” of the work, the scale of illusion desired…everything; therefore I, of course, began my painting by tackling the door.  I spent several weeks depicting the door “illusionistically”, attempting to capture the fine grain and intense coloration of the wood and the obscuring reflections of the powerful lighting I used during my photo shoot.  I ended up with a very convincing door that didn’t contain the hues I wanted and would distract from the essential elements in the work.  I then attempted to tone down the coloration and contrast a bit, repainting several panels in the door, but again was dissatisfied with the results.  With several months of work under my belt, I had little to show for my efforts and had reached a technical impasse.  I’m not sure for how long I stalled, but I eventually determined that it would be best to ignore my photos and simply study wood.  After examining a variety of woods, both raw and stained, I went back to the painting once more, this time selecting the tonalities which made sense to me, envisioning an even, overall lighting that defined form consistently and inventing stylized wood grains for the various panels.  The result was exactly what I was seeking.  I have said over the years that I don’t seek the illusion of reality in my work.  Perhaps if the camera had never been invented that might appeal to me (probably not).  Instead, I hope to achieve a “hyper-realism” that surpasses visual reality and aspires to intensify the viewer’s comprehension of light and substance.

Another deliberate misrepresentation that I fostered in this work was the elimination of the effect that one point perspective would have had on my horizontals and verticals; instead I adhered consistently to a regular grid established for the purpose of transferring my composition to the canvas.  For instance, a low focal point would have caused a tapering of the door’s width as it neared the top of the canvas.  I did not demonstrate this “distortion” and insisted that verticals and horizontals remain parallel.  Contrary to what would be expected, this approach, I believe, asserts a more convincing reality than had I used perspective correctly.

Additionally, because the horizon line is fairly low in the painting, a compression of space results, which gives the composition a slightly dioramic effect, the figures and furniture occupying distinct planes.  In this regard, perspective is somewhat exaggerated with objects closer to the viewer becoming magnified oddly.  This effect contributes to the painting’s suggestion of an “other-reality”.

One of my major interests during my undergraduate years was portraiture, and through regular application I developed the ability to quickly capture a sitter’s likeness with just a few essential lines.  I would sketch my fellow students in my studio art classes and impose on friends and family to pose whenever they were available.  I would even capture accurate likenesses of the models during figure drawing sessions and was often approached by a model between poses with a request for a particularly successful sketch.  I remember with some amusement an incident that occurred during grad school.  At one point, several successive classes were to be devoted to making a figure study of a model in oils.  As was my habit, I labored to accurately record the model’s facial features as well as her body.  During a break while I continued to roughly scrub in the background, the model came up behind me and let out a gasp.  She was shocked at how perfectly I had documented her features.  She requested with some embarrassment that I not include the painting in my semester-end review during which a student had to present a body of work to both the professors and the student body.  She explained that she had promised her boyfriend, a fellow art student, that she would no longer pose nude and knew that if he saw my study the jig would be up.  Of course, I assured her that I would comply with her request.  I never lost this skill, and to this day it’s still important to me to realize a convincing portrait in my figurative compositions.  I am definitely pleased with how well I captured my sons’ features in this painting.

Gerard Wickham - The Card Trick (Detail) - 2018

Gerard Wickham - The Card Trick (Detail) - 2018

Hands are extremely complex and challenging to depict but are also visually fascinating, often resembling distinct organisms with unique personalities and physiques.  I’ve always loved drawing and painting hands, an interest in which this image gave me ample opportunity to indulge myself.  Painting feet is another passion of mine, and, if my intended tableau will rationally allow it, I will always request that my models remove their footwear when posing.

Gerard Wickham - The Card Trick (Detail) - 2018

Gerard Wickham - The Card Trick (Detail) -2018

Gerard Wickham - The Card Trick (Detail) - 2018

During our photo shoot, my son was seated at an inexpensive folding card table that I was just using as a prop, fully intending to replace it in the painting with something more visually interesting later on.  While searching the internet for a suitable prototype, I came across the single image of a substantial and ornate mahogany table.  Even though I understood that recreating the complex design of the legs would be torture, I knew immediately that this was the table I would use in my painting.  I changed its dimensions a bit and redefined its structure to compensate for the image’s lower vantage point.  Then I applied logically the lighting described in the painting, inventing reflections and primary and secondary light sources.  The results are fairly convincing, and the paint handling is consistent with that of the remainder of the work.

My wife made one of her rare visits up to my studio when the painting was about half complete and commented that this work was a companion piece to another painting I executed about eight years ago: Three Tangerines.  Her observations are usually pretty astute, and in this instance she was right on target.  I had been thinking the same thing for some time.  Both paintings describe the subtle interaction of two individuals and explore themes of domination and suspicion.  There is a quiet tension in both works that remains unclarified but suggests a larger narrative.  

Gerard Wickham - Three Tangerines - 2010

Ambiguity is an essential element in my work, but it must be administered at the right dosage.  Too much ambiguity and the painting becomes nonsensical and irrelevant.  Too little and it loses all poetry and becomes illustration.  (By the way, I really do enjoy good illustration, but its most common purpose is to make tangible those images which the word has conjured up yet the mind is incapable of grasping.  Sometimes the reader needs to actually see the bilge of a pirate ship, Martians invading Los Angeles or fur-clad troglodytes fending off a T-Rex with sharpened sticks.  Most often, the illustrator’s job is to make concrete that which is merely evoked, the opposite of what the best fine art strives to accomplish.)  I addressed in an earlier blog entry that as I’ve grown older I have become more interested in presenting subtle nuance and suggestion in my work rather than overtly explicit or disturbing imagery.  At this point ambiguity has become an essential doorway to entice the viewer to engage with my work.  I use the word “doorway” to mean a lure or an incentive to perform further visual or mental exploration of a work and, hopefully, an invitation to extend the experience into the realm of personal invention.

Perhaps I can further demonstrate how ambiguity enhances art by providing an example from literature.  Two authors who address ambiguity in very different ways are Ayn Rand and Dostoyevsky.  Rand abhors ambiguity.  Her characters and plotlines are contrived with the sole purpose of convincing an audience of her personal philosophy, and her novels are therefore illustrative.  Dostoyevsky embraces ambiguity.  He allows his characters to function independently of his own intentions.  I’ve often felt when reading Dostoyevsky that I’m joining the author in studying live organisms under a microscope.  Dostoyevsky provides the sample, the slide and the microscope, but he doesn’t rigidly ordain how those organisms will perform.  Often characters who embrace philosophies contradictory to the author’s own beliefs are extremely sympathetic and assert their viewpoints quite convincingly.  Dostoyevsky creates the paradigm from which he and his readers can examine the human condition in 19^th century Russia and draw independent conclusions from that examination.  His novels are all the richer for this approach.

Certainly there are many hooks to pull a viewer into a painting.  Paint handling is a big one for me.  Technical virtuosity will always entice me to study a painting more carefully.  I especially admire artists who apply paint intuitively and impulsively, leaving the process of an image’s construction visible.  An innovative compositional structure will often encourage more thorough consideration from an audience.  Unquestionably, when looking at representational art, subject matter and content will play a key role in determining if a work piques a viewer’s interest.  Perhaps it is ambiguity which sustains that interest.

At any rate, I hope that my seemingly simple image of two young men engaged in some harmless entertainment will inspire some serious consideration and sustained reflection from viewers.  I must admit that I’m relieved to have this work completed.  In my first four months of retired life, it’s important to have gained something… well, at least in addition to the nearly ten pounds which apparently have established residence at my gut.  Big lunches are evidently a very dangerous commodity.

As always, I encourage readers to comment here.  If you would prefer to comment privately, you can email me at gerardwickham@gmail.com.

Please note: I had collected a good number of images and a lot of material with the intention of exploring how ambiguity functions in the work of a selection of well-known artists.  But as I was writing this blog entry, I realized it was running a bit long and needed to come to a merciful conclusion.  So you can anticipate a Part II to this entry topic in the near future.