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January 28, 2015

Contemporary

When writing another post I looked up Contemporary Art on Wikipedia. The entry is confused to say the least, but after a certain amount of dithering settles on “still living” as the deciding factor. Well I am still alive but I doubt if a “contemporary” gallery would put my work on its walls. The word “contemporary” is one that is guaranteed to provoke a rant from me. On the program “Grand Designs” nice but a bit dim Kevin uses it a lot. So do architects, kitchen and bathroom designers, architects and anyone else who wants to sell you stuff. This has been especially difficult for me as I have been browsing kitchen and bathroom online stores. It essentially means boring with no decoration. When modern designers do attempt decoration the result is often risible and clumsy. Decoration requires a degree of historical knowledge and proportion that is just not taught today.

Contemporary interiors are mostly zero clutter affairs mostly with no charm whatsoever. Not a patch on the simple Japanese interiors that it could be argued inspired them. “Japanese?”, you cry. Yes it all came from Japan. Some of the ideas came from Laozi, a philosopher and the founder of Taoism, who held to the “aesthetic ideal of emptiness”. Designers in the Bauhaus and elsewhere saw Japanese tea sets and writing sets all of which would look fine in one of todays so called contemporary spaces. They got their ideas back in the form of the international style which is still in the process of destroying beauty in architecture around the world.

I sometimes think the whole modernist movement is the avoidance of criticism. If you merely splash paint randomly on your canvas, or paint it a single colour or one colour with two stripes then you are reducing the number of things that can be criticised. With no reference points no concrete judgement can be made. If I draw a figure this is not the case, proportion, economy of line, quality of line, tonal arrangement, relation of the figure to the page, character, balance of light and shade, the list is really depressingly long! With a minimalist painting with only a fews elements the placing of those features is inevitably overwhelmingly important, which is why in my opinion good minimalist painters are so vanishingly thin on the ground. Post modernism is an odd thing as far as I can see it is modernism unchanged, it was just invented because people felt the need to move forward, but could not see how, so they just changed the name and carried on with the same old stuff.

One of my own experiences in the design world is that if you put anything interesting in it will be commented on, if it gets commented on people will have opinions, those opinions will differ and whatever was interesting will get cut. Something that inspires no comment will however slip by without really being considered. This all promotes a blank grey average which we can see today all around us. Partially it is due to democracy. We have this idea that if we take a broad spread of opinions about something and average them it will result in an improvement. This is not the case however with art or design. Much in the same way if you took everyone’s favourite colour and mixed them together you would not come up with anything other than muddy greeny grey.

Contemporary art tends to discourage intelligent opinions. People are reduced to saying, “Oh a child could do it!” often not because they are stupid or unsophisticated, but because the work itself has shut out all possibility of a worthwhile stance to take in regard to it. For me if it is not possible for a viewer to inhabit a work in some way, then it is poorly done.

Painting time has been thin on the ground of late, so not too much to show, and the longest gap between posts I have ever left in a number of years.

 

Watercolour, sisters

I was sneakily taking pictures at Christmas when I was sussed by two granddaughters of my host… the resulting snap had something I liked, I might make an oil painting out of this, the water colour doesn’t quite work but an oil might.

 

Drawing, regents canal, london, pen and ink

This was a day spent drawing in and around Roman Rd in London. This is just by the Regents canal. Very chilly wind but the day was lovely.

 

regents canal London, drawing, pen and ink

This is a few yards away looking the other direction into the city. Even colder here, like sitting in a wind tunnel! I just indicated the tones of the more dense hatched areas by doing a small section. Then filled in the rest somewhere warmer…

 

Roman Rd, London, pen and ink, drawing

I got even less of this done on site. Just the drawing and an indication of how the tones were to fade in the distance. Looking south from the Roman Rd.

 

Fontmell Down, Dorset, watercolour

Went walking with a friend and this view of Fontmell Down in Dorset looked wonderful. So I went back at the same time a couple of days later and I was in luck it looked even better! Watercolour.

 

West Bay, Bridport, Dorset, Railway station, watercolour

This is West Bay station near Bridport in Dorset. This is studio but I noted the time of day so shall go back and paint it en plain air when I get the chance. Watercolour.

 

Life Drawing, watercolour

A life sketch to finish up!

November 28, 2014

Treasure

After the slight disappointment of the Constable I went wandering around the V&A. I only did a few rooms, any more than that and the brain shuts down! I found myself in the medieval galleries, cases full of the most exquisite metalworking and ivory carving. They are a wonder to see with untold hours of human life gone into their making. There was a Bishop’s crozier that could well have taken a whole year or more of labour. It occurred to me that making treasure was an important part of the artists remit. Not just an object that has value to those that know, but an object it is hard to imagine anyone leaving in the skip should they spot it there. I am quite fond of the skip definition of visual art. If you chucked it in a skip would anyone who looked in rescue it? If they wouldn’t then it probably ain’t art! Mt R Mutt’s urinal might well be filched but only for its plumbing possibilities!

Artists have in recent years seem to have largely avoided the treasure aspect. With a true object of desire all the desirability is bound up in the object itself it does not need any history attached. I realise that solid gold objects or diamond encrusted skulls will be whipped out of the skip tout de suite, but so would bundles of used twenties! Some of the objects in the V&A are just there because of their historical interest but by far the most are there because of the intrinsic beauty of the object. Most are unattributed so whether the maker had an ear truncation moment in his or her past or not is plainly irrelevant. The other thing that struck me was that size was an issue. Treasure in an uncertain world seemed to need to be portable. Though there are large things for the most part they fit into a display case. This would explain those buried classical statues, just too big to carry off.

So, how to imbue you efforts with the treasure quality and make them worth a passer by swiping from our skip? The object need not be made of intrinsically valuable stuff, so I will exclude such objects as they muddy the water. So perhaps just a painting in a cheap damaged frame. I doubt many mass produced prints would be rescued, but what I really want to know is will one of my paintings be spared the landfill. I suppose it would be easy to test and I am quite tempted to try.

Sticking for the moment to theory. To my eye unifying quality creating the desirability of the items in the V&A is that they display expressed human skill and more than that the joy in expressing that skill. An object of utility might well express skill but a useful and beautified object revels in it. This is plainly in large part why they survived, generation after generation have found something pleasing about these objects and preserved them.  Many of course as an expression of portable wealth, but that wealth value is caused by the object being pleasing and thus desirable.

This is why I think the skip definition works so well. Today we look to an object’s location and presentation to judge value. You might put a bit of paper with numbers over it in a dustbin and no one will look at it twice. Put that same bit of paper in a safe and it would be viewed differently. The same occurs with current art objects. Put them in the Tate Modern or a swish penthouse flat and we quickly assess them to be Art and hence of value and consideration. Scatter the contents of the Tate Modern that had no intrinsic material value into skips around the capital and I wonder how many would be still there next day? I bet if you scattered the V&A contents in the same way they would have a far larger survival rate.

So when you look at at a heap of bricks on a gallery floor and have that art feeling you are not being clever and sophisticated, you are being pleasantly deluded about both the art and the quality of your own discernment. On the other hand when you pass by a skip and spot a beautifully carved panel in an old and broken wooden chest half covered with bricks and take it home to keep and admire then you are having a true aesthetic moment. If you leave the carving in the skip and take the bricks home and arrange them on the floor you are plainly an idiot! There is of course the unlikely scenario where you spot a nice bit of carving outside a posh house and just as you were about to take it home notice that the name on the brass plate by the door is C, Andre. You would then of course take the bricks home in triumph and call the auction house. This however is love of money not art!

Of course the treasure aspect is not the only factor. Most of my paintings are experienced for free by people on line. By the feed back some have a pleasing experience when looking at them. Value or treasure does not come into it. This is, I freely admit, a circle that is hard to square. If I do not sell the pictures then I am just supplying free entertainment to others. Either as an act of generosity, need for attention, hope of future gain or most likely a mix of all. This is partly why I am going to try to exhibit more, and the first toe in the water is on this month when I am exhibiting with my friend Graham Davies for a couple of weeks. The details are below! PS be sure to check any skips in the area… you never know!

 

Exhibition

I am showing 20 or so London paintings mostly local to the area where I live. There that’s the promotion done now for recent paintings!

 

Strand, London, bicycles, oil painting

This is a moment I definitely could not have captured en plein air! We are looking West up the Strand. As I waited to cross the road a seemingly endless parade of holiday cyclists passed before me. It look oddly joyful and I snapped away like mad to try to catch the moment. As is often the case the photos looked very disappointing once looked at at home. If I just came across them a year from now I would hardly have set out on a big painting based on them. However I wanted to attempt to recapture some of the moment as I recalled it so this is my attempt. I’ll put my reference photo below so you can see what I have kept and what I have changed. I took several sets of cyclists and rearranged them to set the mood. The shape is a triple square which I hadn’t deliberately tried before. 12in by 36in oils. I have since toned down the blue T shirt!

 

Strand London

It was the wonderful shadows as much as anything that attracted me.

 

Dorset, Shroton, Watercolour

Now for something different. I was due to paint with the Brass Monkeys in London so in order to find out how it was to go up to London and back in the day I set off to Gillingham Station. I had left home early intending to take photos of the morning which was gorgeous with sun and slowly clearing morning mist. Near Shroton on my way I saw this and could not resist. I got everything in bar the sheep who only had their shadows present. Time had passed and I came within a few minutes of missing my train. The picture had to wait a week before the sheep were reunited with their shadows!

 

Royal Exchange, London, plein air, oil painting

In order to promote and exhibition for the United Society of Artists at Bankside I painted with Michael Richardson at the Royal Exchange. It was a wet day but I love London in that sort of weather. This is the Bank tube entrance. 10in by 12in Oils.

 

Royal Exchange, London oil painting, plein air

Next I took on a wider view looking up Cornhill. It was great fun to do this and I kept it all as loose as possible. Only a sketch really but might well be a big picture eventually. 10in by 16in. Oils

 

South Bank, Bankside, London, Thames, oil painting

The day of the private view I painted outside the gallery. In tried again not to define too much, not really a finished painting but it catches a little of the feel of the day. 10in by 16in oils.

 

bankside, thames, London, oil painting

I then did this very fast 20 min sketch as the light faded. Our efforts were hung on a “wet wall” in the main show which seemed to garner some interest but no sales! 10in by 12in but cropped here. Oils.

 

Victoria and Albert Museum, Cromwell Rd, oils painting

The next Brass Monkey day was on an extravagently wet day in Knightsbridge. The Met office forecast the previous day was covered in yellow warning triangles so I came prepared! I only took my tiny 5in by 7in Pochade and painted with my umbrella handle stuffed down one trouser pocket and gripped under my painting arm. With the other hand holding the pochade I had plenty to contend with and was glad the panels were only 5 by 7! This is just outside the V&A. The tones and reflections were absolutely gorgeous.

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Knightsbridge, London, Plein air, oil painting

After having visited the Constable show I painted this which was so much fun, I loved the puddle in the foreground. Each of these took about twenty minutes as my arms started cramping from the effort of holding everything. 5in by 7in oils.

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Knightsbridge, oil painting, plein air, london

This was only the drawing out and a few establishing turpsy washes when the cramps hit again and I had to stop. Once home I felt it was worth finishing. 5in by 7in oils.

 

Lewisham, nocturne, oil painting, london

A month or so ago I had bought some cheap clip on lights for reading in bed. I clipped one to illuminate my palette and held the other. I haven’t done a nocturne in a while so this was great fun. The rain kindly let up while I painted which made life easier. One of the great things with city nocturnes is that the light is not going to change so I spent well over two hours on this. I had the usual thing with colour though, despite trying to predict the change I was still surprised when I got it home and looked at it in decent light. Above is how it actually looked at home below is how I imagined it might look.

 

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Only a very rough Photoshop adjustment but it gives an idea! Hopefully some landscapes of Dorset in the next instalment.

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