Friday, November 17, 2017

New Body of Work


The modern artist, unlike his (her) artistic ancestors is in a sense forced to invent (her) own pictorial language before (she) can even think about elaborating on this language. (She) has the problem of both invention and elaboration. 
Robert Motherwell

That elusive complex director, inspiration, has a way of manifesting in unexpected ways. Take these five figures above. On the one hand, they just appeared on the canvas, spontaneous marks made by my hand and yet, when I look at them, I realize I brought them back with me from France. 

Earlier this summer I visited the Chartres Cathedral, one of the oldest cathedrals in Europe. I wanted to go there because I read the light within this place was supernaturally beautiful and there was a feeling of spirituality within its ancient walls.  When I entered the nave I was enveloped in the reverent quietude and felt I was in a place of grace. 

Looking around I noted the beautiful Madonnas captured in the colorful pieces of stained glass and the compassionate Madonnas resting throughout in graceful sculptural forms. Not knowing it then, they would become the foundation for a new body of work. 

Pilgrim no. 1

 Robert Motherwell is my biggest artistic influence, a genius of abstraction and philosophy. Reading the passage above in; Robert Motherwell, 100 Years, I thought about this figurative mark, making its presence known on the canvas. Is this my language?  I'm not sure, but I will continue to explore it until it becomes silent.

Like an author writing a novel, at some point, the characters begin to breathe magical life into their own narrative, and every good author allows them to.

Abstract painting is the same. It starts as an idea and if allowed, begins to paint its own story. The human has to get out of the way so the muse can be heard. 

After the five figures made their appearance on the canvas, I was flipping through the Motherwell book and came across this painting; Spanish Elegy XV.

And before leaving for France, I took this picture during one of my morning walks.
Five Pilgrims 

 These unexplained connections excite me. I feel there is something blooming on the horizon.  And I look forward to the exploration and discovery. 

1 comment:

  1. Astute comment about writing and abstract painting. I found the jargon, too, can be similar; as with a graphic artist's work I had contracted when I was a writer/creative director: On my saying that the symbolic logo was a bit complex, he said he could fix that by doing a bit of "editing." In the same breath, when I look at fine art I ask myself how it "reads." With the exception of poetry, I think of writing as more craft than anything else though. Shakespeare, for example, was Elizabeth I's Karl Rove (e.g. The Merchant of Venice). So he was often really commissioned to do some social engineering (or subconscious manipulation; also called propaganda). Pure poet's on the other hand strive in often visual ways, as with breaking up sentences where words will be several spaces over or under to create a pause or emphasis through the use of white space. Thank you, Eve, for yet another stimulating piece.