Paint as if you were a child. More received wisdom I don’t really agree with. Children’s paintings all show the same features and styles, their progress does not seem to show much variation from child to child or indeed generation. We do like to coo at the naive charm and simple directness and of course parents are always looking for their little darling to be a Michelangelo in the bud! But really, we are not children, we are adults and should paint as such. I think it was C S Lewis who said we want to get to the silliest time of our life and stay there as long as possible. Well whatever, I don’t wish to revert to my childhood, not with my dotage drawing ever closer anyway. The same goes for the yearning for a simpler past. This has been a popular fantasy, the noble savage etc. I don’t want to paint like a nomadic tribesman. I enjoy many of their artefacts and stylisations, but what I see in them is coloured and shaped by my own society, if I tried to ape them it would, in my view, be just pretence. I can of course take from any influence that comes my way, but in the end I feel I am, for better or worse, the product of this cosy and absurdly privileged society here on the fringes of Europe. Good or bad, all my painting will spring from that.
Another thread of popular belief I find slightly tedious is the promotion of emotion over consideration, feeling over thinking, intuition over experience, we admire Mr Spock but he is always out done by touchy feely Captain Kirk. In this country especially, it feels that being intellectual is considered a little suspicious, a little showoffy. Alas learning and thinking has always been a large part of my process and development, so I shall never be cool. You can apparently be cool if you are nerdy, but not if you wonder aloud about why the hell you are here or what indeed “here” might be. These are topics that are inextricably a part of my mental landscape. Douglas Adams’ the Hitchhiker’s Guide said, Life Death and Everything sums up to 42, as good an answer as any I suppose. I have read sciencey stuff, religious guff, philosophical tracts, random facts, bent my mind around mathematical concepts, wondered at geometrical constructs, gazed at paintings, listened and moved to music. I have understood, misunderstood and just plain failed to understand, all to little avail. There seems to be a core of unknowingness that resists illumination by human thought. There is no mirror dark enough to reflect our selves.The slippery surface remains unscratched.
I have however made some small gains in what form I would like any answers to big questions to take. The main one is that I want free will. Not much to ask you might think, but it is a knotty question indeed. Science says to me every thing is causal, one event following and triggering another, like a very long string of intricately arranged dominoes. Knock over the first one and everything just happens from there. God pushed over the first one, the religious cry, well perhaps, He seems a bit over qualified though. My problem with the science view is that all I am is an occurrence. Any decision I imagine I made is just one domino toppling into another, not free will at all. What of the multiverse? Every probability every possibility is there… but if there are choices and if I choose every one of them then that is no choice at all and once again I made no difference to existence, no mark on my paper. I did not do I just was. Be content with that “Just wassing”, cry the Buddhists. Sorry, I really want to be more than a stone, overambitious I know, but there it is. I am manfully resisting the temptation to descend into quantum mechanics and entanglement here… but best not.
Religion is no help, if God is omniscient then He has made any decisions by the very fact of that allknowingness, if I had free will I could surprise Him, but if I surprise him then he is not God. So there it is, God or no free will. I’ll hope for the free will and pass up on the possibility of an Allmighty I think. Well what is wrong with things just happening? I feel I have free will and volition, so what if it is just an illusion? Well it matters a great deal to my mind. Without free will there is no murder or blame for it, no art or artist, no friendship, no love, no thought, just occurrence one arrangement of particles followed by another. Indeed if all possible arrangements of particles or whatever the smallest thing was were laid out before you all possible existences could be had by merely arranging them in different orders… dominoes again, or maybe scrabble. If you arrange letters on a scrabble board in every possible combination you will be able to arrange a selection of the various completed boards into the works of Shakespeare. See, the bard didn’t write them plays, they just happened. If this is so I don’t paint my paintings, they just occur, indeed there is no “me” to paint them.
So that’s number one on my “things the answer to everything has to have”- volition. Because without that I do not exist. Now it seems to me, as it did to Descartes, that I am. So if some theory of existence comes along that precludes it then I must say, no thank you… but here is the the kicker: there is no sensible proposed description of existence that I have found, either religious, philosophical or scientific that appears to allow free will. Still strong enough for some art? I hope so, just don’t blame me for them, they just occurred! Some pictures can be clicked for larger versions, drawings mostly not.
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I think this is the best attempt so far at a degree of finish that catches a little of the plein air manner whilst still being a studio painting. It really makes a difference having done several paintings of the same area both plein air and studio as you start to develop a shorthand for the subject.
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We have been having the most beautiful light during this October Indian summer. I had to do this very briskly but spent the first 20 min making sure I had the drawing as I wanted. I am getting a bit better at my descriptive mark making in oils, which make breaking a complicated subject like this into unified painting.
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A very quick sketch later the same day. The contre jour lighting made the spread of tones very simple, just a collection of flat shapes really. It was a nervous moment putting in the London Eye as I wanted it sketchy but accurate.
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This one took a couple of visits. Painted from Southwark Bridge. Though not the busiest of London’s bridges it still is unpleasant with the traffic behind you. I made the boats on the left too detailed, I might well simplify the area when it is dry. The second visit was just to finish the water which I was unhappy with in the first version. I need another scan as well this one is a bit ropey!
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A few life drawings. This model was very statuesque I would have loved to sculpt this pose.
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I am trying to express the outline by the counterchanges in tone with the background rather than too many lines.
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This sort of standing straight at you pose is very difficult, didn’t quite get around to getting her feet grounded properly.
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Another thing I am trying to do is not try and get the whole figure in… I almost fit the figure to the page by habit but often it is better to let the figure be cropped by the page.
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A few quick 6min sketches, often the best things of the evening.
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A longer one, this model is a dancer and is just wonderful to draw. Every pose she takes up has great poise and elegance.
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Scary stuff doing watercolours from life. The half an hour duration of the pose means that drying is a big problem. Two colours, venetian red and ultramarine. I find that’s all you need, more would make it harder for no real gain.
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Same colours but letting the blues predominate.
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Spent about 20 minutes on this, then I had an idea of how to tackle the pose better.
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I saw that I could exaggerate the lighting to good effect but only had 10 mins so I had to be very broad, but still the best of the session.
Well, Rob, you had me typing and thinking. I’ve only ever taken this sort of thinking to a shallow level, so I’m sure to look foolish if I reveal what I typed. Thanks for making me ponder (at a moment when I had a few minutes’ liberty to do so). I’ll skip to the end now:
In any case, the paintings don’t paint themselves if you decide to put the brush down. That I’m sure of.
Oh, and Life, the Universe, and Everything, with the 42 in it — that was Douglas Adams, was it not? The Meaning of Life was Python. If I had time, I could now write a blog post around my half-formed thoughts on why people educated and employed to explore physics and mathematics, and to make things with them, revere so highly the people who write silly things about it all…and there goes my timer alarm — baby squalling.
Comment by a chris — October 31, 2011 @ 2:36 pm
Oops Chris you are right Douglas Adams it was I’d better edit that! This reply will immortalise my getting mixed up… I didn’t intend this blog to contain any such ruminations when I started, but as such dubious ponderings feed indirectly somewhat into my paintings I have included them. I shall not, never fear, be putting in what I had for breakfast or similar…. well breakfast might be mentioned on painting expeditions but only I hope in passing!
Rob
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