Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Entry - 9.11.13


You may have noticed that I tend to use the word “approach” in instances when “style” would be expected.  When discussing the making of art, “style” has negative connotations in that it suggests that the artist chooses a way of painting as one would opt for a new hairstyle or select a period in which to decorate a room.  The process of creation to be substantive must be very different.  I think in imagery so bear with me here.  I imagine the artist confronted with an enormous, impenetrable ball of rock, metal and debris, all comingled in concrete.  The artist knows that at the core of this ball there is something significant, but he isn’t exactly certain of what that something is.  So, he needs to work his way to the center of the ball.  Luckily, at his disposal, he has a number of tools: a hammer and chisel, a crowbar, a maul, a vat of acid, etc.  I have always referred to these tools as my arsenal or my bag of tricks; they are the skills and techniques of paint handling that I’ve adopted, mastered or invented over years of working.  The tools to which one gravitates are not selected arbitrarily but are determined through very personal inclinations and unconscious drives.  And so, the artist begins hammering away at the giant ball, only to find that his efforts result in little progress, the shattering of a stone, a shower of dust, a chip of concrete sent flying.  But he keeps at it, moving about the ball, changing his tools, positioning his body differently.  And occasionally, a new “approach” proves effective, progress is made and the artist toils away for a period of time, believing that he’s conquered the impenetrable ball and with continued effort the core will surely be his.  Unfortunately, almost inevitably, the artist tunnels into an enormous, solid chunk of metal or rock that refuses to be penetrated or bypassed and must start the process all over on the shell of the ball in hopes of adopting another “approach” that will ultimately permit access to the core.

In my 7/31/13 blog entry which addressed the topic of The Artist at Work, I mentioned that First Light was for me a breakthrough painting.  The more common adjective to be applied to such work is “seminal”, in that it initiates a fruitful series of successful work.  If I were to continue with the overly long parable above, I would say that an “approach” that leads to substantive progress toward the illusive and vague core is “seminal”.  Seminal works usually occur within a period of experimentation when the artist is struggling to find the visual language appropriate to a concept that is just formulating in his work.  Sometimes the experimentation is sparked by new, often radical, influences.  At other times, it is initiated through frustration with or aversion to safe, established practices that have grown stale and leaden.  Many times, the artist is compelled to move in a direction that seems too extreme and will hesitate, dancing around that direction before finally taking the plunge (resulting in a seminal work).  Seminal works are fascinating in that within them you can see the artist’s mind at work; often they embody diverse or conflicting approaches without finding a unifying visual language.  Even though these works are commonly unsuccessful, appearing incomplete or unresolved, they are sought after by collectors and usually command high prices.

Henri Matisse spent the summer of 1904 in St. Tropez, working alongside Paul Signac and Henri-Edmond Cross, two adherents of the theory of pointillism, an approach that adopted many of the tenets of impressionism but, in adopting them, transformed them.  For instance, the impressionists utilized broken, impasto brushwork of relatively pure, unmodulated color to accelerate the painting process, thereby permitting the artist to capture the unique lighting effects of an instant, and by using pure tones, often placing complimentary colors side-by-side, were able to heighten the visual impact of their work, replicating the effect of intense, natural lighting.
 
 


Seurat - Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte - 1886
 
The pointillists recognized that placing pure tones next to each other heightened their impact but felt that the impressionists use of the technique was too personal, too arbitrary.  The pointillists painted in uniform dots applied following scientific color theory, and it was their hope that the expression of the personality of the artist would be minimized in their work, that a Seurat would be indistinguishable from a Signac.   While the impressionists sought to capture the reality of a unique moment, the pointillists attempted to construct a nonexistent universal moment when every aspect of an image, the scenery, the placement and posing of the figures, their dress, their activities, all reflect the quintessential.
 


Matisse - Luxe, Calme et Volupte - 1904
 


Matisse was not new to pointillism; he had experimented with the technique since reading Signac’s essay, “D’Eugène Delacroix au Néo-impressionisme”, in 1898.  But in the summer of 1904, he painted Luxe, Calme et Volupté, a strange work that stepped away from pointillism and predicted change that would shortly lead to the fauvist revolution.  Of course, the pointillist elements are still very apparent in this work, but, even though the image is constructed of individual markings of color, the hues are heightened and often bear no resemblance to natural coloration.  The landscape, a scene of the Riviera’s shoreline, is peopled with a number of nude and seminude female figures who are depicted unconvincingly in a cartoonishy distorted fashion.  The pointillist markings are not uniform and equispaced but have become thicker, directional and more expressionist in character.  The image does not depict contemporary life; these women hearken back to representations of goddesses and nymphs executed by Nicolas Poussin and Claude Lorrain three centuries earlier.  The artist’s intention is to capture a mood of luxury, peace and pleasure as the painting’s title, a quote from Charles Baudelaire, openly asserts, but, in straddling two stylistic intents, the image is vaguely disturbing.  The landscape is presented somewhat naturalistically, conforming for the most part to the rules of perspective, while the figures feel pasted on and don’t exist convincingly in the space.  The boat’s placement appears to be most contingent on acting as a reflection of the cloud formations in the sky and does not seem believable within the landscape.  The mast and spar of the boat along with the flailing boughs of the tree serve as compositional devices, directing the eye about the painting, but appear awkward and out-of-place.  In a year of two, Matisse will divorce color from naturalistic effect, subjugate all compositional elements to the logic demanded by the image, dismiss the constraints imposed by the rules of perspective and permit the brushwork to confidently follow the dictates of his subject matter.  Luxe, Calme et Volupté is a courageous yet faltering step in that direction.

 
Three years after Matisse painted Luxe, Calme et Volupté, Pablo Picasso stunned the art world with Les Demoiselles d’Avignon, a work which depicts five prostitutes gathered in an interior space, a still life displayed in the foreground.  In his earlier work, particularly that of the Blue and Rose Periods, Picasso had absorbed and personalized a number of influences.  The symbolist movement, probably predominant during his youth, exerted a strong influence on his immature work.  Van Gogh and the fledgling expressionists certainly made an impact too, but I would say that the two artists that served to guide the young Picasso most consistently were Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec and Paul Cézanne.  The sway of Toulouse-Lautrec is easily detected in Picasso’s moody scenes of circus performers, street people and the Parisian nightlife, both in subject matter and execution.  Cézanne’s influence came later and provided a conceptual pathway for the most part.  Cézanne had explored the question of whether a painting could maintain a visual integrity convincing to the viewer while violating the rules of perspective.  Cézanne accomplished this by minimizing the perspective variations contained in an individual work and by masking or disguising the junctures of planes in contradictory perspectives.
 

Picasso - Les Demoiselles d'Avignon - 1907
 
 

Picasso had assimilated Cézanne’s approach rapidly in the months prior to the summer of 1907, and as he began work on Le Demoiselles d’Avignon was ripe for major change.  I think that Picasso was compelled to explore what would result if, instead of maintaining a visual integrity within an image as Cézanne had done, he allowed the painting to conform to its own laws that had little basis in visual perception.  Les Demoiselles is more about dismantling than construction.  The figures are drawn in conflicting styles, some figures being complete and anatomically rational while others disintegrate and become defined as a series of interlocking planes.  Two figures wear grotesque distorted masks that cannot be reconciled with other aspects of the painting.  Tonalities are subdued, flat and unmodulated.  There is no identifiable light source in the work, and the space the figures inhabit is shallow, fragmented and layered.  Picasso never resolves the conflicts contained in Les Demoiselles.  There was no need to.  He had gotten from the experiment what he needed, an approach to addressing form and space that would evolve into a style that has become known as cubism.
 

Jackson Pollock was a great admirer of Picasso’s work.  He’d been known to bemoan the fact that Picasso had done everything, that he hadn’t left anything new to realize.  Picasso certainly was an extraordinary innovator, having initiated developments in painting and sculpture which would continue to be explored by future generations of artists for decades.  But, no matter how far Picasso pushed his abstractions, his imagery was always rooted in visual reality.  Picasso felt that to divorce his work from concrete visual references would leave him rudderless, that the creative process would become pointless.  In the early 1940’s, Pollock was testing the boundaries of abstraction.  In Male and Female, a masterpiece which now hangs in The Philadelphia Museum of Art, Pollock disguises his subject matter so successfully that, at first, it is hard to distinguish the male and female figures within an active field of patterns, brushwork and drips.  But upon closer inspection, the viewer recognizes the totem-like figures, set in two vertical bands running parallel from the bottom to the top of the painting, by a few key emblematic features: breasts, lush eyelashes and triangular feet.  The male figure resembles a chalkboard covered in nonsensical calculations.  Though paint itself is becoming the primary subject matter for Pollock, like Picasso, he cannot surrender the link to the visual world.  He retains references to the physical attributes of his subject matter; he uses patterns to define planes and establish compositional cohesiveness; he inserts clearly recognizable numbers and mathematical symbols in the painting.


Pollock - Male and Female - 1942

In 1943, a year after painting Male and Female, Pollock was commissioned by Peggy Guggenheim to execute a huge painting, about eight feet by twenty, for her NYC apartment.  This represented an enormous opportunity for Pollock, and, according to legend, he was slow to get started, hesitating to consider his approach.  In Mural, Pollock has jettisoned recognizable imagery.  Movement in the piece is established by repetitions of gestures, in particular a series of strong, mostly vertical strokes that run the length of the painting.  Activity is contained in three major zones: the top section that is more open and less crowded, the middle section that is defined by large sweeping vertical strokes and the bottom which is packed with busy, intricate detail work that creates a horizontal frieze along the base of the painting.  These zones enhance visual interest and move the eye about the painting.

Pollock - Mural - 1943
 

Pollock’s step toward pure abstraction was influenced to a great part by ideas being addressed by Jung.  Many surrealists, fleeing Europe during WWII, had settled in NYC and brought with them Jungian theories of how the subconscious mind asserted itself in the seemingly accidental gestures of the artist which contained the germ of not only the individual’s repressed emotions, thoughts and memories but those of all humanity.  Through Guggenheim who represented many of the surrealists, Pollock had been introduced to these theories, and, at that time, he was coerced into undergoing Jungian analysis to treat his alcoholism.  Although Mural reflects Pollock’s recognition of the importance of the subconscious in the creation of art, it retained some traditional elements.  Pollock is still purposefully applying paint with a brush, and, though indecipherable, polymorphic imagery and three-dimensional form are suggested.  It would take four years before Pollock was prepared to move to pure abstract expressionism, creating imagery through dripping, splattering and pouring paint.
 

While in grad school, I developed an approach to painting based on a process of abstracting the figure through distortion and disguise.  My goal was to suggest multiple, often contradictory, activities that the viewer would be unable to resolve.  I found the process rewarding.  I enjoyed painting loosely and intuitively, working in thick impasto built up in heavy layers or thinning my paints to facilitate broad gestural strokes that dripped and splattered across the surface of the canvas.  I became intensely aware of materials and experimented with new mediums, adding sand and grit to my gesso, using tape to create occasional hard edges, embracing the accidental effects that resulted from unrestrained painting.  I became a fairly competent abstract painter, and the work I produced during this period pleased me, leading me to believe that I would continue to explore abstraction throughout my life.



Wickham - Modern Love - 1984

 

 

 
But by the late 1980’s, I was beginning to lose interest in abstraction.  The process of masking imagery was becoming mechanical, artificial and arbitrary.  The themes I addressed in my work were limited, and repetition inevitably resulted.  I knew that I needed to reestablish reasonable boundaries that working with more concrete imagery would impose but was resistant to returning to figurative work.  For a couple of years, I struggled with imagery, working on isolated parts of the figure, including words and symbols in my work, deliberately creating paintings that were awkward and unpleasing.  These works were, without exception, failures, and most of them were, thankfully, destroyed.
 
At the end of that period, I was finally ready to consider the possibility of painting figuratively once more.  It didn’t feel good to be moving in this direction.  I sort of felt like I was throwing in the towel, but I sought the confines that working with the figure established.  I had no idea how far this process would take me, but I certainly had no interest in becoming a “realist” painter.  I needed to relearn how to approach the figure, and I painted a small series of figurative works that were very painterly and still anchored in abstraction.  I wasn’t satisfied with the results and turned to Picasso’s Cézannesque work to serve as my guide, in that it addressed form cohesively without slavishly recording external reality.  In Two Women, painted in1986, I constructed my subject matter from a number of sources: anatomy books, fashion magazines, advertisements and sketches from the live model.  In “building” these two women, I was not concerned with perspective or desirous of creating a convincing illusion of visual reality; I was interested in erecting two structurally sound edifices.  I placed my figures in a shallow, ambiguous landscape of my imagination.
 

Wickham - Two Women - 1986


I was happy with the results and began painting a series of similar works.  These works were formal explorations into which I eventually inserted the hint of a narrative element.
 
Many times with me, development comes as a result of accidental occurrences.  In 1989, I was approached by a friend who wanted to commission me to paint her portrait.  I recognized that she would make a perfect model, being in great physical shape and very attractive, but knew that, as a struggling college student, she could not afford to purchase a serious work of art.  I proposed that I’d paint her portrait for free if she would pose for three additional works, an offer she readily accepted.  We tackled the portrait first, and I understood that my model wanted a traditional image that captured her features accurately and established form in a rational space, lit by a definable light source and constructed following the rules of perspective.  I worked hard on this painting, but it was challenging for me to make the leap into realist representation.  For so long I had resisted the draw of realist painting that I struggled to create a consistent, cohesive image, and, unfortunately for my friend, the finished work was flawed and problematic. 
 

For me, it was an important step just to entertain painting in a realist mode again.  This may seem strange since this move is in a less radical direction, but, at that time, moving toward realism meant reconsidering how I had come to understand art functions.  I still had three works to “collect” from my model.  I had always thought that my friend embodied a duality, two conflicting personalities that would eventually have to come to blows to determine a victor, and I decided to use this idea as the germ for my next painting, a double portrait.  In First Light, I retained many realist elements that I had explored in my last painting but couldn’t completely walk away from approaches that I had developed in recent years.  So, the image contains an impossible space that permits me to display each element from the optimal perspective for viewing, almost like ancient Egyptian art.  The figure lying on the sofa and the carpet exist in a plane that is flipped upward toward the viewer, while the standing figure inhabits a space parallel to the picture plane.  The striped curtain is situated both behind and in front of the standing figure.  All the same, the picture preserves a convincing visual cohesiveness.  I maintained a painterly approach in the work, brushwork being evident and a bright golden underpainting surfacing in multiple areas.  Just as significant, the work addresses themes that continue to interest me to this day.  It presents a moment in an ongoing narrative that suggests the possibility of extreme activities while simultaneously asserting that nothing remarkable is happening here.  First Light is a seminal work for me, a painting that straddles multiple approaches to addressing form and points the way to future work that will more successfully explore themes introduced within this image.





Wickham - First Light - 1990
 
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Thursday, August 15, 2013

Entry - 8.15.13


In grad school, I had a close friend, Yiorgos Katsagelos, who came from Greece to the USA to study photography.  He was an extremely talented photographer which was evidenced by the quality of his work and the respect granted him by the photography professors in the Art Department.  The photography students were somewhat at a disadvantage at Brooklyn College because, hoping to impart some general knowledge about color theory and composition, department administrators had determined that photography majors had to take some core courses in painting and drawing.  Yiorgos was concerned that he lacked the skills necessary to perform at a post-graduate level in these areas, and I lamely attempted to provide a little guidance to him.  In truth, I think I spent more time ribbing him with lines like “Photography is not an art form!” and “People who can’t paint become photographers!”.  Greatly to his credit, Yiorgos would always laugh at my jibes, recognizing that my comments were truly meant in fun and that I greatly admired his abilities.
 
Katsagelos
 

This photograph was taken at that time and shows me and a friend, Patti Lohrs, standing on a street in Brooklyn, waiting for the light to change.  What often amazed me about Yiorgos’ abilities is how deceptively effortless his process appeared.  In the fleeting moment we stood on that corner, before we had an inkling of what he was up to, he had his camera out, framed and focused and squeezed off a shot.  Years later he mailed me the photo from Greece and I was stunned to appreciate the quality of that “snapshot”: the dark/light balance, the depth of field, the complicated composition, how he transformed an everyday instant into something iconic.  (By the way, this image, as with many of the pre-digital images included here, was scanned from a rather small print.  Some distortion and graininess resulted during scanning which was not evident in the original image.)
 

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Since leaving Brooklyn College, Yiorgos has had a very successful career.  He’s had solo shows in Greece, the United States, Hungary, Italy, France, Germany, Slovakia, England, Turkey and Sweden and participated in numerous group exhibitions scattered throughout Europe and North America.  He’s been teaching photography since 1987 and currently serves as the Dean of the School of Fine Arts at Aristotle University of Thessaloniki.  When asked for permission to include his work here, Yiorgos graciously and generously provided me with a large selection of work from which to choose.  If you are interested in seeing more of his photography, please visit his website at www.katsagelos.gr.
 
In spite of all my railing against photography, after grad school, recognizing that I would be regularly making slides of my work to submit to galleries, I purchased a decent manual 35mm Nikon SLR.  Almost immediately, I became fascinated with the potential of this device and began experimenting with all sorts of techniques and effects.  Early on, I explored time-lapse photography, particularly images shot outdoors at night in low light.

 


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I took the photo immediately above solely by low lantern light.  I asked my model, my future wife, to remain perfectly still while maintaining a natural expression, a pretty tall order.  The exposure time was well over a minute.  Mary did great, not even blinking once during the process.
 
I find keeping up with the accelerating pace of technological innovations and format upgrades to be burdensome.  Often these changes offer the user illusory benefits and tangible deficiencies.  I have a friend who calls me a Luddite.  So, you can imagine my reluctance to purchase a digital camera even once the technology was proven and commonly available.   Over a period of several years, my wife would now and then suggest to me that I should get myself a decent digital camera and I would agree, my only caveat being that I had to do some research before deciding which camera best met my needs.  And, inevitably, I did nothing.  Eventually, she got me an affordable Nikon Coolpix camera for some holiday or another, and I had no choice but to master the new technology.  It became clear immediately that the advantages of digital photography are manifold.  Since there were no processing costs, the new camera encouraged more spontaneous shooting, greater experimentation and the taking of multiple exposures.  And the editor that came with the camera permitted me to get successful images from problematic exposures.  Finally, digital images are readily copied and shared and can be conveniently stored and backed-up.  The only downside to the new technology came with printing images; the process was frustrating and expensive, and the results were not consistent and permanent.  Of course, this is all common knowledge today (and I’ve probably lost half my audience while expounding on these rudimentary observations), but at the time these discoveries were revelatory.  Eventually, I bought a respectable digital SLR which takes high quality photos.  It has lots of menus, buttons and switches and tons of options which I seldom use and takes very clear pictures with loads of pixels.  Which is great.  But I still commonly use the Coolpix.  It’s so portable, not so precious and takes a very decent picture. 
 
 

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As with most people today, I take a lot of pictures simply to record family events, vacations, trips and our pets or to use as a resource for my paintings.  From the moment I got my first camera, I also tried to take “photographs”: images that were carefully thought out and composed, that presented technical challenges for me, that were intended to deliver an emotional impact.  Many times I’ve risen with the sun to catch the early morning light which I prefer to all others.  I’ve lain on my belly in the snow or climbed out on a precipice to get the right angle to shoot a landscape.  I’ve sat at my window for hours hoping to get the perfect shot of a bird at my feeder.  Since I lacked training and never considered exhibiting my photos, I never thought about intent and made no attempt to establish a cohesive body of work.  As I searched through about thirty years of work, selecting the best images from my serious work to include here, I was surprised to see a theme emerge.  A brooding moodiness seemed to infuse nearly every image.  Within the “everyday”, I was finding suggestions of the otherworldly, a tinge of mystery.  And, strangely enough, the themes I address in my photography relate to the intention common to most of my mature painting: to present images that embody a momentary duality when the benign and ordinary could transform into the unexpected.  My approach is very different from Yiorgos’.  While I’m seeking to record moments when the objective suggests the subjective, Yiorgos strives to document reality in such a way as to heighten our understanding of his subject matter.  In doing this, Yiorgos has chosen to seek out realities that are unfamiliar and often inaccessible such as a cloistered monastery or a gypsy district.  In his work, he’s traveled to many countries and visited many unusual locales.  Yiorgos has an easy warmth about him which helps him in his work.  He can establish an instant rapport with strangers, which permits him access to private spaces where his camera captures his subjects at unguarded moments.
 
I consider myself a pretty mediocre technician with a good eye.  I do put an effort into my photography and take pride in my accomplishments but recognize, of course, that it is pure hubris to present my photographs for consideration to a wider audience than family and friends.  Furthermore, it is absolute madness to juxtapose my images with those of Yiorgos Katsagelos, a skilled and talented photographer who has devoted his life to mastering his craft and perfecting his art form.
 
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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Entry - 7.31.13


After writing my entry on self- portraits, I thought it might be interesting to look at a few self-portraits of a different variety, photographs of artists at work.  Now, of course, I recognize that these images are not valid “self-portraits”, having been recorded by another individual holding the camera, but I am certain that the artist determined the circumstances of the shoot, was aware at all times of the location of the photographer and vigilantly censored what information was divulged during the session.  Artists, being magicians of sorts, very often guard carefully the secrets behind creating their illusions.  Several times, I’ve requested of artist friends the opportunity to watch them paint, hoping to add some new technique to my bag of tricks or to learn how they achieved a certain effect.  I’ve been universally turned down.  I can understand why.  The breakthroughs I’ve achieved on canvas have been few and resulted from hard labor and time-consuming experimentation.  There would be a natural reluctance to share information exposing process or technique.  Anyway, I am sure that an established artist would have a multitude of reasons for wanting to control what photographs of him or her at work reveal, which makes these images all the more interesting.
 

Ferdinand Hodler
It’s easy to forget when viewing an artwork how much effort went into its creation.  Here we see Ferdinand Hodler dealing with logistics.  He wants to present his model in a very specific place, in a garden lit by filtered sunlight, but he also wants to be far enough away from her that perspective distortion will be minimal.  At the same time, he wishes to portray his model framed by a solid white background, which would affect the reflected light on her flesh and clothing.   To achieve these goals, Hodler ends up working pressed up against a gateway with his canvas balanced off kilter before him.  A canvas back is placed behind the model to create the appropriate lighting.  It’s clear that for this artist it is essential to work from the live model in natural lighting, evidence of the prevailing influence of the prior generation of plein air painters.
 


Ferdinand Hodler
 
 
Even in his later years, Hodler still painted outdoors in the winter, which had to be extremely uncomfortable.  Notice that he wears no glove on his painting hand.  There’s another photo of him (which I do not include here) loading his paint box and canvas onto a small sled which he intends to pull through the snow to the locale where he will work that day.  His commitment to painting on location in natural light had to be extreme.

 
Pablo Picasso


What stands out in this photo of Pablo Picasso at work is his intensity.  His concentration is so focused that his black eyes set in those protruding facets seem to burn a hole in the canvas.  It’s not that surprising that Picasso often painted those eyes on his models.  After all, most commonly an artist will learn to paint the human form by turning to his most readily available subject: himself.  And, I think that appropriation or possession was a primary motive for Picasso in painting, particularly when his subject was a woman.  What better way to achieve this intellectual violation than to merge his features with those of his sitter.


Jackson Pollock


Helen Frankenthaler

 
Once artists abandoned representational imagery, it was only a matter of time before they put aside their easels and brushes.  Abstraction seemed to demand size, and stretching huge canvases presents many problems for an artist involving cost, portability and storage.  Certainly many an artist has worked on unstretched canvas pinned to a vertical wall, but abstraction sought unique solutions especially since “paint” became the sole subject matter.  Naturally, artists strove to find new ways to use paint, and eventually gravity came to play a major role in how images were created, whether it is Jackson Pollock dripping, splattering and swirling paint on a horizontal canvas or Helen Frankenthaler allowing thinned paints to run and blend down a tilted expanse of unprimed canvas.





Fairfield Porter
 
 I couldn’t resist throwing in this photograph of Fairfield Porter at work with his young children swarming about his feet.  It reminds us of the challenge an artist faces in balancing the demands of his personal life with those of his creative life.  Sometimes it feels like every time I plan on spending a full day in my studio either the plumbing springs a leak or there’s a piano recital to attend or the dog will utterly lose his mind if he doesn’t get taken for a long walk.


Andy Warhol

Andy Warhol broke so many rules.  Most people know that he took commercial consumer art and elevated it to high art.  He also performed a similar transformation on ubiquitous celebrity tabloid imagery.  I think Warhol recognized that the commercial marketplace changed the way the viewer took in visual emblems and that repetitive exposure to imagery reduced visual experience to the subliminal.  It’s hard to say how Warhol felt about this, whether he condemned it or relished it (probably a bit of both), because he refused to play the role of the serious artist proselytizing a pop-art credo.  Commonly when posed questions about his art during interviews, he would pretend to be surprised by the interviewer’s observations and admit that he was a complete fraud who hadn’t a clue to what he was doing.  Though he wanted to be as hollow as the imagery he produced, his brilliance and wit were obvious.  As part of his de-sanctification of art, he turned the act of creation into a process of mass production, using readily available photographic imagery and techniques of replication like screen printing to make multiple editions of his work.


Lucian Freud

I’ve seen many pictures of Lucian Freud at work and I’ve always noted how utilitarian and efficient was his approach to painting.  Of course, because the painting was the focus of his efforts, he tended to let subordinate matters run a bit chaotic.  Freud liked to regularly wipe his brush clean while working.  Here he wears an apron that functions as a place to deposit gobs of discarded paint.  In many photos, we can see that he’s hung a large square of cloth on the wall to serve the same purpose.


Odd Nerdrum
 

 

I really enjoy this picture of the contemporary Norwegian artist, Odd Nerdrum, at work, particularly because he is as much a work of art as his painting.  With his unruly hair and a garb of animal furs and antiquated puffed sleeves, a red blotchy rash covering his neck and cheek, he could easily have stepped out of one of his own post-apocalyptic paintings.  Shown smearing paint with his bare figure, he seems to merge with the image on which he works.



Jenny Saville


When I saw this photograph of Jenny Saville poised amidst a plethora of source material, I thought it was the perfect image of the post-modern artist, who often surveys very diverse and seemingly unrelated materials in creating an image.  Once the isms had run their course, contemporary artists were reluctant to embrace any particular philosophy or manifesto and naturally art became more eclectic, borrowing at will from any variety of periods and styles, turning to an infinite array of resources such as medical journals, cartoons, porn, fashion imagery, graffiti and advertising.
 
 
When watching movies about artists, I’m always amused to see how little screen time is devoted to showing the artist at work.  Scenes of drunken debauchery in bars are most popular, with excursions to brothels running a close second.  There may be a little romance, rivalry, starvation, depravity, depression, addiction or suicide tossed in for flavoring.  But we most certainly do not want to see a painter painting when we visit our local movie theater.  The fact is that no one can master any art form without devoting endless hours of labor to his or her craft.  The real drama in an artist’s life occurs at the easel struggling with his media, coming to impasses and making choices as to how to proceed, experimenting and taking risks technically, and, occasionally, achieving minor victories along the way.  This brings to mind a quote from Gustav Klimt: “There is nothing that special to see when looking at me.  I’m a painter who paints day in day out, from morning till evening – figure pictures and landscapes, more rarely portraits”.  I’ll often leave my studio after hours of work feeling like I have accomplished nothing and will need to address the same area on another day.  There are also times when I finish my day’s work feeling exhilarated, unable to focus on other activities or conversation.  But, whatever has transpired in my studio that day, I always exit knowing that I’ve been working hard, that I’ve had to push my level of concentration up several notches in the process.  That’s the reality of painting.  The real drama takes place in the studio.  On the other hand, I must grant some latitude to screenwriters and directors; most folk would be bored to stupefaction watching a movie that seriously addresses the labor involved in creation.
 


This photo doesn’t actually qualify as an image of an artist at work, but I include it because it documents the place where I created most of my artwork during my student years.  I lived and painted in the unheated basement of my parents’ home.  Two hopper windows, located at opposite ends of a very long room covered in dark paneling, permitted a modicum of natural light to penetrate the space, but the only legitimate source of light were two ceiling fixtures of fluorescent bulbs that hummed and flickered when turned on.  I didn’t mind the temperature (I had an electric space heater that took the edge off during the winter months), but the lighting frustrated the hell out of me.  So, whenever I got the chance, I would emerge from the basement and set up my easel in the kitchen where there was an acceptable mix of natural and florescent light.  Of course, painting in the kitchen meant having to deal with occasional traffic to and from the refrigerator, stove and sink, but I didn’t mind it.  Believe it or not, I look back on those days fondly.



On vacation, I would always try to do some painting, usually tackling a landscape or two.  Here I am at Moosehead Lake, a very isolated location in Northern Maine only accessible by boat or rugged dirt roads which were maintained by a paper company.  I found a spot on the path that followed the edge of the lake where a line of birch trees formed a screen through which the reflected light off the lake was filtered.  I unfolded my easel right there and set to work.
 
 

An image of me preparing a canvas in our apartment in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn.  At that time, I used rabbit skin glue sizing and applied an oil-based gesso ground with a trowel.



In our apartment in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn, my wife and I maintained a large room to use as a studio… well, at least until we had children, Here I am seen painting First Light, a breakthrough work for me.

 

I thought it would be good to include a current photo of me at work.  We now live about sixty miles north of NYC in a sprawling, ramshackle house on two acres of mostly wooded land.  I have a studio to myself whose dimensions slowly shrink as finished paintings get stacked along the periphery of the room.  This past weekend, I took this picture of me working on my latest painting, a work to which I’ve already devoted months of labor and anticipate devoting several more.  Though it’s a complex piece that has presented me with many challenges, I am really enjoying the painting and feel, relatively, in control of the process.
 
Living in an era when a host of innovations have radically changed the way that art is produced, I must confess that to paint at an easel with brushes at this time is somewhat ridiculous.  After Pablo Picasso and Kurt Schwitters incorporated collage in their paintings… after Jackson Pollock and Helen Frankenthaler removed the canvas from its stretchers, laid it on the ground and dripped or poured paint on it… after Andy Warhol produced multiple copies of photo-emulsion screen printed images, it seems antiquated and obtuse to return to traditional easel painting.  My motives for returning to traditional methods of painting are varied.  I do not see myself as a guardian of ancient knowledge… you know, something akin to those Japanese “Living National Treasures” who sustain techniques and skills established by artists and artisans centuries ago.  In fact, most of my painting processes have been developed on my own, as I received my formal training at a time when innovation and experimentation were so stressed that teachers were reluctant to provide technical instruction.  So my paintings tend to look a bit odd or out-of-place beside traditional paintings.  Maybe I’ll go into that subject in more detail in the future.
 
I like limitations and structure.  Working at an upright canvas on an easel provides that.  Sometimes, in my painting I impose restrictions on myself that force me to invent, to innovate, to solve technical problems.  For instance, while an undergrad at Stony Brook, I painted an entire painting using a toothpick to apply paint.  I wanted to explore how far I could go in addressing detail.  Or, in the 1990’s, I spent nearly two years painting only frontal heads on small canvases.  My goal was to so limit composition and subject matter that I would be forced to make the paint the primary source of drama.  For many years now, easel painting has provided a consistent framework for my explorations.  Also, at present, I am committed to depicting recognizable imagery, particularly that of the figure, because I am obsessed with the narrative, an obscure suggestion of a story that offers no dependable resolution.

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