David Hockney pontificates and paints

I liked David Hockney’s early portraits but his latest landscapes are quite a surprise if you haven’t yet discovered them. They remind me of a modern Matisse who might have used a lot of dioxazine purple to offset his phthalo greens and cadmium oranges. The liveliness of Hockney’s eye and hand are much evident and his intense colors are vibrantly flat like the rest of his work. And it’s fun to watch his crusty antics, smoking non-stop in the film clips by Bruno Wollheim.

The New York Times ran a piece today with an excerpt from Wollheim’s film, on his plein air work; something he hadn’t really done much until his later years. I especially liked what he said about photography and painting, that the camera can’t: ‘get the beauty of this, it just can’t get the thrilling space I’m in. We’ve got to the point where we think the camera can photograph anything at all. But it can’t really, it can’t compete with painting at all….The paintings are much more vivid than the photographs are’.

Now 70, Hockney is out in the rolling green hills of the English landscape, carrying on a long tradition and making Turner proud.

His current exhibition is at PaceWildenstein in NYC from Oct. 24-Dec. 24th, 2009.

Bruno Wollheim’s film clips here.

 

An exhibit of Hockney’s East Yorkshire Landscape at L.A. Louver gallery, 2007:

 

 

Lawrence Weschler wrote an article in the New York Review of Books on Hockney’s iPhone paintings that you can view here.

And for the Tate Museum’s 2007-2008 exhibit, ‘Hockney on Turner Watercolours’, Hockney chose 150 of Turner’s watercolors. He talks here  about how exciting it was to choose the works and shows some of his own large paintings that were on display at both the Tate and the Royal Academy.

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October paintings

On the third draft of this painting, I now consider it finished. An earlier version is shown in my September 18th posting.

Flight, oil on canvas 19.5″x27.5″, 2009.

 

This is a small piece I worked on at around the same time.

Path, oil on canvas panel 9″x12″ 2009.

 

And a couple of shots from the opening, ‘A Woman’s Perspective’ last week at WCU’s Long Gallery. ‘Medi 1’ is hanging until November 7th. Darci Goldberg from Chester County Art Association curated the show in conjunction with the PA State System of Higher Education Women’s Consortium. 

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Television and Literacy

I wrote this article in response to a friend’s claim that television was always a narcotic for him, that it cured his hives, lulled him into semi-consciousness and proved more effective than any chemical. Because it touches on reading and the power of literacy, it seems worth posting again here on my own blog.
It was published on the Reality Sandwich blog in 2007.

TV and Power?

Psychiatrists and doctors will point out that hives can result from either allergies to food or stress. Television is indeed similar to a drug and one that can lull a consciousness from being alert and imaginative (and nervous) into the nepenthe of a dullard. The hives that Mr. Hossaini suffered vanished with his distractions – the television programs he watched equalling the effect of the sedative his doctor prescribed.

However, there are some distinctions to be made about a visual medium evolving “alongside consciousness”, based on the brain’s difficulty in distinguishing between orality and literacy. In this week’s New Yorker, Caleb Crain in ‘Twilight of the Books’ writes about the history of literacy and how television may in fact be damaging our abilities to retain and process information. Proust elaborated on Ruskin’s comparison of reading to a conversation with the “wise and noble” by noting that it went further than that. Reading, Proust said, was “to receive a communication with another way of thinking…while continuing to enjoy the intellectual power that one has in solitude and that conversation dissipates immediately.”

Research suggests that abstract thinking is the result of being literate, while the oral mind-set “embed their thoughts in stories…Cliche´and stereotype are valued, as accumulations of wisdom and analysis is frowned upon, for putting those accumulations at risk”. This reminds me of my years spent in the highly illiterate broadcast world, where TV is not only the object of work, but also the main topic of conversation; recountings of the previous evening’s serial dramas or comedies almost the only culture around the water cooler. If you didn’t watch television religiously, you couldn’t become a member of the sect and you would have no idea about the storylines. If one ever tried to involve these ‘orals’ in discussions that might be investigative or analytical or even more dangerous, anything resembling high art or culture, the immediacy of being an outsider (and an outcast) would be obvious to all. “As the scholars Jack Goody and Ian Watt observed, it is only in a literate culture that the past’s inconsistencies have to be accounted for, a process that encourages skepticism and forces history to diverge from myth.”

Crain says that the antagonism between words and moving images begins early; “babies know on average 6-8 fewer words for every hour of baby DVDs and videos they watch daily…. and that conflict continues throughout a child’s development.” Perhaps this is why painting has persisted as an art form alongside literature. Our brains can’t process both in a medium at once without making us stupid. Television and film can be wonderful, but apparently the combination of content and imagery isn’t as interesting for our brains as words and visuals in their respective separate and distinct mediums.

Imagination, Einstein said, is more important than knowledge. What studies have found is that visuals combined with words, is more than we can handle, at least in this phase of our evolution. Hossaini has an intriguing question to make, but at this point I wouldn’t stake any claim on consciousness evolving alongside television. Instead, it might be suggested that the opiate of the medium has dulled our consciousnesses to the point of no return. Reading skills have worsened dramatically in the past few decades and we all know what’s happening to book sales and newspapers. The Internet however, Crain notes, doesn’t seem to ‘be antagonistic to literacy’. But if streaming media overtakes it with networks like YouTube and Myth TV, these synergies could vanish.

The opportunity to watch opera, poetry, paintings and dance on television is akin to seeing animals in a zoo. It will never replace the excitement or thrill of interacting with a musician or poet directly in a ‘live’ performance or even replace standing before a painting in a museum. Obviously this is one reason some actors still prefer the energy of the stage to film. When I lived in rural and remote Nova Scotia more than 30 years ago, I was stunned by the (mostly oral and illiterate) community’s involvement with music. Celebrations and livestock fairs were punctuated by amateur and excellent fiddlers, singing, bagpipe playing and dancing. Everyone got together and made music. They didn’t watch much TV – this was still an agrarian culture with summers spent bailing hay and slaughtering sheep. I was struck by the way they kept a heritage vital through one form of art that everyone, young and old, was involved in. I question that the community (or music) would have existed if everyone had sat around and done little but be glued to a monitor.

I found Daniel Pinchbeck’s notes on Mr. Hossaini’s piece interesting. The idea of transformation, especially in terms of ‘conditioning into a consumerist belief system’ is obviously what advertising has been doing since television’s founding. Whether it’s our only hope will be determined by the power elite and who owns the airwaves (legally we the viewers do). But as Ralph Nader claims, corporate control of money is now governing the world, and not governments.

Mr. Nader’s recommendation for holiday reading in 2007 was: The Bank Teller and Other Essays on the Politics of Meaning, by Peter Gabel (Acada Books.) Law Professor, Law Dean and college President, Peter Gabel gets down to fundamentals about the “politics of meaning.” This is not a muckraking exposé but rather a relentless push on readers to examine their isolation and alienation from one another, their neighborhood, workplace, and community without which a functioning democracy cannot evolve.

Finally, I would ask what concepts or innovation television has spawned except perhaps, the technology of its own being. Why the need for transcendental television when it so readily accomplishes that task?

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National Parks and inspiration

I assume not everyone has been glued to their TV watching the Ken Burns epic all this week on PBS on National Parks: America’s Best Idea. Whether you like his filmmaking or not, the narrative and history of our parks and how they were preserved was enlightening and stunning to watch. Peter Coyote told us the other night that Jimmy Carter had bypassed Congress during the fight to expand protected land in Alaska and invoked the Antiquities Act in 1978 to create 17 national monuments covering 56 million acres. It’s startling to remember that Carter was fighting powerful commercial interests; the discovery of vast oil deposits and the gas pipeline had brought jobs and the promise of a strong economy to Alaska.

But Carter and Morris Udall, his Secretary of the Interior, knew that counting on oil lasting forever would be irresponsible. The parks and wildlife were their focus and everyone should be thanking Carter for his prescience. 

‘…it was still the largest single expansion of protected conservation lands in world history. The national park system, with 47 million acres added to its care, had suddenly more than doubled in size.’

What I liked best about the series was his inclusion of historians, writers, activists and Park Rangers themselves. These intimate stories really tell the mystery of nature’s allure and why as a culture we need to preserve it. Almost every tale about preservation had as its backbone a wealthy or thoughtful philanthropist who fought to protect wildnerness. At the same time, iconoclasts like John Muir and Adolph Murie stubbornly continued, despite conflict and opposition, to evolve standards of conservation that brought back wildlife and eliminated developers’ plans.

Like one of the historians who talked about an early parks adventure in the back of the family station wagon, my dad took us on an almost month long cross country trip back in 1961 to visit various National Parks along the way; The Grand Canyon, the Petrified Forest, the Painted Desert, Santa Fe National Forest and the Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument in the Gila Wilderness.

Sante Fe back then was nothing like I imagine it is now, more dusty and sleepy. I remember buying a turquoise and silver ring from an elderly Native American woman selling jewelry on the plaza.  Then when we got to Los Angeles and my father’s boyhood home in Hollywood, he took us to see the La Brea Tar Pits where woolly mammoths, sloths and saber-toothed cats from 38,000 years ago have been preserved in black gook.

 

I remember all of it and how stunned I was standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon looking down into the gorge below. It took my breath away and I wanted to dive into the air with joy. It was the beginning of my fear of heights – because they attracted me so much. 

The abandoned little cave dwellings in the Gila Wilderness- that seemed as though you might walk out to make your coffee in the morning and accidentally slide down the edge of a cliff. I remember thinking how physically small the inhabitants must have been. These were tiny abodes even in comparison with West Village apartments.

The final destination for us three kids was of course, Disneyland. It had opened just six years earlier and we were determined to have a blast. 

The point that hit home from Burns’ extravagant documentation is that most of my inspiration as a painter has come from nature. I’ve done my share of figurative work and the human form still holds interest. But on many levels, nature is where my work comes from and the paintings demonstrate a deep, direct and emotional response to place. Over the decades, I’ve travelled to many remote, usually mountainous areas on painting trips. The Rockies, Vancouver Island and the northern coasts of California and Oregon have been some favorite regions for more recent solitary exploration and studies.

 

In my twenties I bought a 40 acre undeveloped paradise in western Maine and planned to create a utopian farm/art studio on top of a mountain facing Mt. Blue State Park. The coast had Acadia, but central Maine had Katahdin in Baxter National Park. The land was sold years ago, but the dream to protect a large swath remains.

The Great Smokies was one of my favorite areas for mini sketching trips when I lived in Atlanta for twenty years. Mount Mitchell in North Carolina, the Shenandoah National Park in Virginia, I hiked through most of the South’s parks and mountain ranges.

I have to think that the genesis for this highly charged connection can be traced back to that early trip when I was eleven, standing at sunset watching colors seep over the New Mexico desert, or the cerulean blue of an Arizona sky over the Grand Canyon. I plan to dig out my old VHS copies of his 8mm film of that trip and reminisce.

It was moving to see most of the other historians and writers in the series tear up when recalling similar childhood trips with their families to these spectacular monuments.

Thanks, Dad.

…my father was a film editor who worked on the 1945-49 Nuremberg Trials documentary, now in the Library of Congress.

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Early drawings

I sold one of my older gestural drawings last week. These were from Chatov Studio classes in Atlanta, that I took from 1981-1988. I’m saving some of them, but newsprint doesn’t hold up well unless it’s framed under glass. Preserving them is the objective.

These are all from one male model who was a performance artist at the time. I painted a couple of oil portraits of him as well. Charcoal or conté crayon on newsprint.

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Living together

Etsy often has wonderful articles on their blog and occasionally post videos of local artists, artisans and unique spaces. This is one of them from the Monterey Bay area. Takes me back.

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Fall painting

I haven’t gotten back to this one in a couple of weeks, so it may transform further. Thus, no title as yet. I’ve been consumed with finding a residency in Ireland for next year, getting the house in relatively stable shape for a possible spring sale, and the problems that ownership offers. Like a leaking water heater, overgrown forsythia blocking gutter downpipes and a yard gone wild.

My wonderful Swiss collector has reserved four more paintings, which may be a record sale. ‘Sedum’ a painting from 2005, made it to Sydney, Australia in record time – less than a week. And ‘Medi 1’ is in an exhibit opening in a couple of weeks, ‘A Woman’s Perspective’ at West Chester University.

Untitled, oil on canvas 19 3/4″ x 27 1/2″

 

Medi 1, oil on canvas 22″x30″ 2009.

 

Sedum, oil on canvas panel, 22″x30″  2005

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Make a video, win $20,000 and be seen in Times Square!

My friend Ali Hossaini recently produced the Metropolis Art Competition for Babelgum Networks. It’s part of an ongoing arts programming initiative, and he promises interesting new work later in the year. The artist retains rights to all work and there is no fee for an entry. Length is limited to 5 minutes.  I know plenty of struggling artists/filmmakers, so here’s their chance!

When developing the competition he thought Isabella Rossellini would be the perfect juror because she’s completed a string of artistic productions over the past few years. Her collaborations with Guy Maddin include: ‘The Saddest Music in the World’ and her own homage to her father, the Director Roberto Rossellini, in ‘My Dad is 100 Years Old’.

If you haven’t yet seen her wildly popular Green Porno series that appeared on the Sundance Channel, you should. And maybe all junior high schools could include the series in their sex education classes. Written and directed by Rossellini, in her Starfish get-up she says with a twinkle, ‘….to mate, you don’t have to have a penis’.

Ali first met Isabella on the set of the Robert Wilson Voom Portraits series, which Hossaini commissioned for LAB, a TV channel devoted to video art that he developed on Rainbow Media in 2004. Since then, they have explored several projects together. 

Excerpt from an article in American Cinematography, September 2007, on the genesis of the Wilson project:

‘Wilson, a renowned theater director and multimedia artist, was approached in 2004 by Ali Hossaini, an executive producer at VoomHD Networks (owned by Cablevision Systems subsidiary Rainbow Media). A fan of Wilson’s work for two decades, Hossaini wanted to develop a project that would showcase HD in all its million-pixel glory. “I was excited about the possibility of working with Robert,” says Hossaini. “He’s a visual innovator who’s well known for his use of lighting and color in a wide variety of media. I knew he’d come up with something unique that would push the limits of what HD can do.”

Wilson and Hossaini considered several options – a vast projected backdrop for a Bach opera was nixed as too esoteric – until they hit on the idea of video portraits. “I have been interested in video as a medium for a long time,” says Wilson, who created video portraits of French filmmaker Patrice Chereau and Sony executive Akito Morita in the 1980s. “But the video technology available [in the 1980s] limited what I could do with lighting and setting up the image. It was only when Noah Khoshbin, (an old UTAustin pal of Hossaini’s) who has worked with me for years, showed me what can be done in HD that I decided to create a larger group of works in this medium.”

 

Wilson’s Video Portrait characters;

Isabella as a Japanese Manga character.

 

Wilson, Sean Penn and Hossaini.

 

Hossaini and Johnny Depp deliberating before the shoot.

 

The Queen in all her glory: Jeanne Moreau and Hossaini on the set.

 

William Dafoe

After years of trying to merge art with television, Hossaini thinks an Internet service like Babelgum is one of the best places for arts programming because it can attract a worldwide audience.

Having been in video and motion graphics myself for too long to admit, I’m hoping that in addition to artists who create interesting video, some of the more innovative motion designers and film directors will enter the competition. Like A Tomato Project.

 Joris Ivens’ 1929 Regen’ (Rain) is one of my own personal favorites of early non-narrative film.

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New work for early fall

One of two paintings from this past week after a magnificent late summer storm rolled in over the hills. Standing in a local park with a colleague on a break from archiving our township’s historic documents, we watched the sky change color and the winds come up. The storm was the tail end of Hurricane Bill and plunked down more rain that we didn’t need. The visuals lodged in my memory and evolved into a slightly larger than usual work – at least for the year’s production.

Late August, Oil on canvas 16″x32″, 2009.

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Online art

I’ve been selling small paintings and limited edition prints online since January, mostly on Etsy, the Brooklyn based phenomenon for ‘handmade’ goods that launched back in 2005. 1000 Markets is another online retailer selling handcrafted artisan products of all kinds, including original paintings and hand-pulled prints. Sites like these seem to appear almost daily. 

I’ve been pleasantly surprised that paintings still sell in a tiny-sized economy. After exhibiting in galleries and museums for decades without much financial gain, it’s a bit of a shocker. As you might imagine, I hope the future will include getting to know my post office workers by their first names. Technology, meet artist.

I’ve discovered that some of the Etsy and 1kM artists have MFA’s, are shown in brick and mortar galleries and yet they’re not too proud (or embarrassed) to hawk their work online. The early Abstract Expressionists paid their rents in much the same way, exhibiting at the 1931 Washington Square Outdoor Art Exhibit. Sharon Butler writes about that exhibit and the current version in this week’s Brooklyn Rail.

‘Paintings sold for between $5.00 and $250.00 (sculptures for slightly more), and in a good year, the show could yield the artists collectively up to $35,000.’

The one big difference is that one can’t see depth of field or texture in online works. But people buy clothing, (think cashmere) shoes and all kinds of other luxury goods online that have texture and a ‘feel’ to them. Why not art?

 

Here are some Etsy artists from ‘treasuries’ that I’ve curated over the past 8 months.

 

Deborah Graves Pipes, ‘Kansas, Cut Hay Field’, Acrylic on paper 26″x34″.

 

 

Charlene Hoder, Chaos, 6″ by 9″, handcut painting

 

Bryan Magnon, Childhood, mixed media on masonite, 19 1/8 ” x by 47 1/4″. 

 

Studio550, ‘Yellow and Black’, Acrylic on canvas 30″x24″.   

 

Lori Austill, ‘Spring’, Encaustic on wood, 36″x36″.

 

Sarah Giannobile, Original Ink Drawing, Ink on paper, 10 3/4″x12 1/4″.

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