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Why do paintings have to mean something?
Why can’t their meaning be their mystery or they can
mean one thing to me and another to you?
A painting can act as a matrix or a kind of blueprint,
with which we can each build our house of dreams.
It has been said that we live in a
silver age, a declining time like the classical Hellenistic
period when many myths combine, separate and recombine, like
quicksilver. In
a golden age one song is paramount, in a silver age there is
counterpoint – many melodies are sung at once.
We
are close to a turning point in the spiral of history – as
in all Renaissances we go back to go forward.
Mainstream “art” has descended into a chaotic
stew where everything visual has been thrown out.
Paradoxically everything is now possible.
We can pluck out of the esthetic chaos individual
elements that when combined can create a new art.
Harmony, beauty, emotion and sensuality can spiral
back into art after having been progressively eliminated in
favor of an arid intellectuality.
One purpose of art is to create a greater depth to
life by combining outer and inner reality.
A life without art is like seeing just one facet of a
kaleidoscope.
Just
as history spirals upward, the direction of my art has
likewise. After
the first attempts at painting at about 13 – in the style
of everyone from Rembrandt to Jackson Pollack, I eventually
developed a romantic dark occult moonlit style somewhat akin
to German romanticism. Stormy skies, lonely wanderers, high prospects over twilit
plains and distant seas, empty rooms with nymphs gliding
through.
Out
of this came a more sunlit period and instead of picturing
the wanderer I became one, travelling to Mykonos, Venice,
Japan, everywhere attempting to capture the essence of the
place. The
rooms became furnished, the gardens sprouted, the color
became brighter, like Matisse or Dufy and they translated
well into silkscreen prints.
Another
vein persisted during this time manifesting itself in images
of Nubian nymphs and mythologies.
These images gradually became more important to me
especially when I began experimenting with making larger and
more crusty paintings.
Typical of the contrariness of artists I wanted to
create works that had to be seen in person to be seen fully;
this became my third major phase.
It is about discovering new mythologies, finding the
soul in a place, and creating harmonies of beauty halfway
between sadness and ecstasy, like bel canto opera.
Each
change of phase was destined not willed.
Each came upon me when the previous phase felt used
up. The moonlit
phase coincided with my wandering the earth searching for
both love and artistic fulfillment.
The sunlit phase coincided with marriage, worldly
success and a search for places of earthly paradise.
The most recent phase grew out of a desire for more
spiritual richness and depth of subject and form.
The sunshine needed more shadow to bring this about,
and in the shadow I found again some of the subject matter I
had been introduced to years before – nymphs in
landscapes, lonely hilltops guarded by sphinxes, rooms where
angels appear, walled gardens owned by Apollo but dedicated
to Daphne.
In
my moonlit phase I painted the outside world to mirror my
inside world. In
my sunlit phase I painted the world, as it should ideally
be. Now, I
paint a world parallel to this one with its own suns and
moons where the creatures of my imagination live.
All are Arcadias, examples of the harmony and beauty
we spend all our lives striving for but never attain.
I
have reached an age when I have to create what seems most
important to me, not what someone else tells me I should do.
The initial ideas come at any time out of the blue -
as if by magic. I
keep a blank book with me at all times and jot down quick
sketches, which then become elaborated on canvas.
I draw with charcoal and use the canvas like a
blackboard erasing and drawing until the image seems right.
When I am drawing I can sink at times almost into a
trance imagining myself in the place or thing I am
sketching. I
become part of the body, the stone, the landscape.
When the drawing is finished and seems harmonious I
spray Fixatif on the charcoal and with a palette knife
trowel on all kinds of the wonderful new gels that are
available – mixed with sand, volcanic pumice, even crushed
garnets. This
builds up the surface until it has the consistency of an
ancient battered peeling wall.
It is now ready to paint.
Using
matte acrylics and old stiff brushes, I scumble on the paint
battling with the rough surfaces to create deep textures,
caressing the smoother surfaces of sky or flesh to create
tones that glide into each other.
Mostly, the paint is applied thinly, in layers that
echo light. In the end I use smaller soft brushes to add detail – eyes,
shadows, vines and tile patterns in bright colors that act
like stars on a dark night sky and make the surface sparkle.
I
keep finished paintings around for awhile in my studio, both
to remember what was done right and to see what has to be
fixed. Forms
never look right until they are right, even if I can’t put
my finger on what is wrong immediately.
At various stages I call in my wife who has an
unerring eye as to what has to be changed.
If she tells me that too much has to be fixed, I
curse her, tell her to get out of my studio and then admit
she is right after all.
She derives great pleasure from this.
I define a painting as very
successful when it gives me ideas for others, when I can
learn from it. It
is as if I am just the intermediary between heaven and
earth. The alchemical and Platonic idea of “as above, so below”
is recreated in the work.
The idea for a painting comes from the spirit and
spark above, the execution out of the earth below.
I often don’t know what a painting means
specifically but I know it means something because it
possesses a resonance, a sense of mystery about to be born
but never quite revealing itself.
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