Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Writing About Drawing

Charmaine Frost headshot by Charmaine Frost

draw out  drawing room  draw
up  draw a blank  draw in
drawn and quartered  drawback
beat to the draw  draw ahead
drawing card  drawstring
draw his last breath  draw poker
draw out  draw a blank  draw in
drawing table  draw poker
draw in  drawn and quartered
draw up  draw his last breath
last breath beat to the draw drawing
roomdrawnandquartereddrawup
beattothedrawdrawingcarddraw
drawstringdrawhislastbreathdra...
drawing

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Fragile theatre

Maria Claudia Faverio headshot by Maria Claudia Faverio

When night steps down
and wild flowers recede
into the blessed calm of oblivion
like a hand forsaking desire, -
pallid under the cracked moon
shot with hints of blue,
the world resembles a pastoral
alien to tension of light
and gods
drunk with distillation of thunder.

Shakes of leaves abate,
the unattainable perfection of thought
relaxes into the breathless peace
of void of mind,
whose positivity consists
in the negation of the will.

Impartial to things of stone
losing their stoniness
in the black stringency of night,
images dwell in the untextured air
like replicas of reality,
and yet the real imitation
is reality,
not the images.

At the edge of night,
the fragile theatre of life
crumbles to dust of light
and dark,
embracing each other
like Chinese symbols
uncaged into being.

Dawn at North Wollongong Beach
Dawn at North Wollongong Beach painting by Maria Claudia Faverio

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Friday, June 29, 2007

Reflections From A Windshield

Charmaine Frost headshot a photo by Charmaine Frost

Reflections from a windshield photo

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Friday, June 15, 2007

Torso

Fred Vaughan headshot by Fred Vaughan

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Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Niki de Saint Phalle

by Jacquelinne White

Niki de Saint Phalle, the French artist and iconoclast, died in San Diego on May 21, 2002. She was 71 years old. I did not know she was a stunning beauty until I saw her photograph in the San Francisco Chronicle's obituary although I have known, and loved, her work for probably 45 years.

Niki de Saint Phalle

Niki de Saint Phalle was an artist and a woman after my own heart so when the American art magazines stopped having articles about her I missed them. In the past year I realized I had not seen anything about her for a long time -- years. She disappeared.

When I read the notice of her death I assumed I could just run down to any book store and get up-to-date material on her. No such thing. I had a hard time believing what I ran into. I telephoned every well-known bookstore in the San Francisco Bay area. I called many smaller stores. I even called the store at the Museum of Modern Art in San Francisco. Not a single store had anything on Niki de Saint Phalle but more distressing was that not a single person answering the phones including the store at the San Francscio MOMA knew who she was. I finally called the French Consulate in San Francisco which gave me the name and address of a bookstore in Paris. I did write to that store more or less a month ago but I have heard nothing from them. A friend, Martin Hunt, was able to find some welcome material for me by computer search. Later another friend was able to dig out some more pertinent information on a computer search. My search is not at an end. I want some great big picture books of her works, biographical books, and books with articles about her art work. I feel sure there must be something to my taste in Europe, probably in France or Germany if not other countries. I shall find them. In the meantime this is my salute to Niki de Saint Phalle, my farewell to someone who has been very important to me.

Niki de Saint Phalle was born in the wealthy Paris suburb of Neuilly-sur-Seine on November 29, 1930. Her family moved to New York in 1937. She married at the age of 18 and shortly had two children. She and her husband, Harry Mathews, moved to France with their children some time in the 1950's. As a child she was near to being uncontrollable and managed to get herself expelled from at least two excellent schools. One was New York's Sacred Heart Convent. She painted the genital area of the holy statues, areas covered with fig leaves. She used red paint. She was expelled. Her parents must have been driven to the wall finding one school after the other for their exuberant and naughty child. It can come as no surprise to learn she had a nervous breakdown in her early twenties. After she recovered she put all her energies into being an artist. She had no training but she had the needed spirit and she had an instinct on which to lean in order to move forward. She must have been an enormously quick study because she had her first solo exhibition in 1956. She maintained she was highly influenced and inspired by the Spanish architect Antonio Gaudi. You will remember Gaudi's wonderful great church in Barcelona and likely other of his works. It is the Barcelona church, that wonderful structure that seems to have grown rather than having been built that most fascinates me and more than likely it was that work or similar things that entranced Niki de Saint Phalle. I have always seen that church as being organic, something that grew like a magical plant-animal but only very recently I learned that in actual fact that is what happened. I am told Gaudi never made an architectural drawing or plan for it but invented it, with the help of the builders, as it went along. There was someone even more important in her life than Gaudi. She met the Swiss kinetic sculptor, Jean Tinquely, shortly after recovering from her mental illness. She lost little time in abandoning her husband and even her small children and moved in with Tinguely. They were living together at the time of the opening of her first show in Saint Gall, Switzerland and they married about 15 years later. The marriage was not an ordinary marriage. They did not live together all the time but they did maintain a close relationship until Tinquely died in 1991. They collaborated on the famous Stravinsky Fountain with its moving sculptures outside the Pompidou Centre in Paris. The San Francisco Chronicle referred to it as being "whimsical" and it is, but it is much more than that. It is full fledged, a not to ever be forgotten work of art, a merry piece, a funny piece, a loving and lovable, adorable piece. I guarantee no child has ever, nor ever will, see that rollicking fountain without laughing, without jumping for joy. I have not been a child for a very long time but I know for certain I too would greet it with laughter and dance and I would probably embarrass any stade person who might be with me as I would most certainly reflect its colourful and outlandish presence. Even the pictures I have of it, recently found, move me greatly.

The first works done by Niki de Saint Phalle that I became aware of were her "nanas." I am told the word, nana, translates as something like the American word, "broad." It is not a compliment. They were large female sculptures made of papier mache, perhaps some plaster and almost anything else that came handy. They were painted in primary colours. They are boisterous. It is reported that her first inspiration for the nanas was Larry Rivers' pregnant wife, Claria Rivers. After that first inspiration she did many. The one that made the most lasting impression on me was her "She: A Cathedral" which was installed in Stockholm. It was a huge woman of course but bigger than the previous nanas. It was 80 feet long and 30 feet wide. It had rooms in it. There was a music room, a room for showing films, and a milk bar in one of the breasts. Visitors entered through the vagina. I remember how the USA art magazines reported on it. Blasé. It was as if one came across similar things quite often; interesting in a mild way as many new kinds of things happening in the arts were interesting. I think my memory is more than likely correct since at least people in my part of the world, the supposedly sophisticated San Francisco Bay Area, have forgotten she existed. There is something very goofy about that insofar as the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art is at present (2002) promoting a big retrospective of the work of Yoko Ono, John Lennon's widow, a woman who has hardly set the world on fire much as she would like to put up the pretense that she did just that.

The art critics, those we used to call "the establishment", categorized Niki de Saint Phalle as a Nouveau Realistes, a group that deliberately chose to undo the conventional notions of art, but in my opinion Niki de Saint Phalle belonged to no-one but herself. The woman was so big she kept on bursting out all over the place. Added to all this she was a knockout beauty. Even in her old age she was extraordinarily beautiful. She was an outrageous woman. She was a woman who raged. That gigantic installation in 1998 at Garavicchio in Tuscany must have been just about her last presentation, if it were not her very last. Her fantastic organic forms, her fairyland kind of humans, her nutty animals that sometimes were partly plants or plants that were partly animals had evolved into grotesque sculptures even more exaggerated than her former work. That wild and strange collection was based on the Tarot cards.

I need to include here something else I recently learned about Niki de Saint Phalle but I can merely mention the information I have because I have not been able to learn more. She had a strong relationship with Hanover in Germany and gave that city many of her works. I believe they made her an honorary citizen but I am not at all clear on what went on between Niki de Saint Phalle and Hanover except that the people there loved her, just loved her.

We lost a great one on May 21, 2002. We, especially women, lost a role model. She must have met the resistance from men all women who show giftedness experience but it did not slow her down. She danced high and happy over any obstacles, laughed riotously at least in a figurative sense, sang her own song and sang it good and loud. It hit a cord that rings bells in many of us who mourn.

Goodbye Niki. We love you. Your work will sustain us.

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Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Valentine's Day Card

Sean J. Vaughan headshot by Sean J. Vaughan

death embrace valentine

From this Yahoo! News article: "Eternal embrace? Couple still hugging 5,000 years on".

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Thursday, January 11, 2007

Instruction

by Ed Rehmus

Instruction

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Monday, January 08, 2007

Dancing with Death

by Jacquelinne White

Dancing with Death

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Sunday, December 31, 2006

The Sermon

by Ed Rehmus

The Sermon

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Strange Being

by Ed Rehmus

Strange Being

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Saturday, December 30, 2006

Falling Apart

Charmaine Frost headshot by Charmaine Frost

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Bookworm

by Ed Rehmus

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Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Windy Day

by Jacquelinne White

Windy Day

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Monday, December 25, 2006

Emona

Martin Hunt headshot by Martin Hunt

From Martin Hunt's Fibonacci series of computer generated images.

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Friday, December 15, 2006

Spinors

Martin Hunt headshot by Martin Hunt

Spinors
A photograph of a lithograph produced by Martin Hunt.

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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Brainwaves

Maria Claudia Faverio headshot by Maria Claudia Faverio

Brainwaves fractal

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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

The Sledders

by Jacquelinne White

The Sledders

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Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Wired

Charmaine Frost headshot by Charmaine Frost

wired

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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Shell

by Charmaine Frost

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Talking about Art

This discussion derived from a series of e-mails not originally intended for publication.

by Jacquelinne White

I have little interest in commercial art. I am not the least impressed by sales. Some of the world's most idiotic artists make the most money. You do not have to look very far to find an example. The one that comes to mind right off is the man Robert Kincaid. He has advertized widely in many magazines. You may remember having seen his ads. "Cute" little houses with the lights on inside making a glow, for instance, on the snow surrounding the villages and homes.

There are of course ways of critiqueing a work of art on a technical level but one rarely sees that sort of thing in professional reviews. Learning the technical side of art is done at the student level. Once in a long while a reviewer will comment on the lack of good technique because, perhaps, the

paint is flaking off which indicates the painter was sloppy about preparation, or did not know how to prepare his canvas or whatever. Comments on that sort of thing are very rare. I mean comments in reviews in newspapers or professional journals.

It is almost impossible for me to reply to comments from people whose ideas about art are very primitive. I am a person with almost no education in the sciences and might well make foolish comments or ask naive questions about matters of science. It is not a matter of being able to judge on "technichal criteria." Again I mention it is most unlikely that a professional reviewer will get into technical areas when commenting on a work of art.

One is free, of course, to choose what one wishes. But you will never have a good hold on what makes a good work of art unless or until you spend some time studying the field. Your ideas of how professionals in the arts see works of art would be so far and away from the truth that I would have no answer for your comments. Artists, of all ilk, spend years of hard work learning their craft. I cannot begin to impart in a short article with just a few words what it took me years of hard work to absorb.

One thing is clear however. You cannot even begin to understand what art is about if your approach is based on what you have learned in order to become a scientist, engineer, or a computer professional. What is rightfully valued in computer training might well be devalued when it comes to training and education in the arts. It would be most difficult, I assume, for one to realize the extent to which intuition is used by artists; spiritual things are dealt with, secrets, suspicians, conflicts, the unkown. The unknown can flag us on to further experimentation with sometimes glimpses of enormous beauty and even comfort and sometimes glimpses of Hell. We deal and work with the nebulous. We present our very awe and gigantic puzzlement.

You are free, naturally, to like what you like. You will choose according to your ability to experience what is in front of you. You might keep in mind that that ability can be one that has had little chance to develop or it can be an ability that is honed to appreciate works of art in great depth.

It is like trying to understand philosophy when the teacher is speaking in a language totally foreign to the listener. Within language are cultural refrences, references that the native speakers find obvious, so obvious that they do not hesitate for a moment while they, and their audience, absorb the extra meaning that is being injected. The spontaneous injection of ideas might be as slight a thing as the use of a single word, or a phrase. It might colour the ideas being presented rather like a wash of colour spread over part of a painting.

I feel I must tell you that I have found the people in science I have met, and even become friends with, have made my life far richer than it was before. There is ample room for all of us. And in the end we all seek the same truth. We just go about it in different ways. We find different facets too.

The descriptions "important art" and "good art" are in general not in my vocabulary. I become bored with conversations dealing with these terms.

I am not used to writing or speaking about art with people who have little knowledge about art and do not intend to learn more about it. Personally I am on a continuous search, have been all my life, and I have not yet found all the answers. In fact, in spite of my industry, I suspect I have been able to uncover only a small fraction of the ideas concerning art waiting out there for reaping.

I have often worked with people who have no background to speak of in the arts but in almost all cases those people were curious, wanted to learn, were willing to spend time with the work of world renouned geniuses, with the work of scholars in the field. It has been one of the great delights of my life to not only work with children but with people who teach children. Children frequently have less inhibitions and it is an adventure working with them. One never knows what will appear, what questions will be asked, problems solved.

Often the creative art work of so-called primitive peoples is highly sophisticated. Remember the work from Africa, from the Haida Indians of British Columbia, just for starters. Think of the masks or the totam poles. There are thousands and thousands more. It seems to me that the notion of aesthetics is evident in societies long before those societies put their minds to sophisticated and complex scientific adventures. They dealt with what was immediate including their architecture which included sod houses, straw shelters, homes made of animal hides such as the native people of this continent developed. Inventions of long ago are still being used. Note the conical tepees. Religion and cultural myths are frequently "illustrated" in their homes. I cannot think of a better word but I think there must be one.

The questions I have frequently encountered in the High IQ organizations are naïve, those one commonly hears, especially in the USA in my experience. The general population of the old countries, in Asia, in Europe, in Africa, in the Andes etc. somehow seem to have absorbed aesthetics from childhood, from experience with works of art around their homes, their villages, the holy places. I am no longer familiar with what goes on in Canada but my childhood and youth there were bleak when it came to the arts with the exception of music. We had great music festivals and I was much involved from an early age. First class adjudicaters were brought in even in remote places such as my home in an isolated village in the far north of Manitoba. It was a town that had a big lumber mill and which was also the "home" for trappers. It was an honest to God rough and tumble frontier town in my youth and I imagine it has not changed much. But they paid for Canada's best when it came to getting music adjudicaters.

Learning to be an artist was not easy for me, much as I wanted to learn. I had no background to speak of in aesthetics when it came to painting and sculpture etc.. But I started in to dig and learn when I started back to school when I was 34 years old. I was most fortunate in my teachers. We had a number who were world re-nouned even though the art school was small. I had also the stimulation of working alongside of students half my age. I still see and hear from many of them. Quite a number have become well known and respected as leading artists of this time.

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