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October 17, 2017

Talent

Filed under: Drawing,Life Drawing,Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , — Rob Adams @ 10:16 am

“Oooh you are soooo talented!” Anyone who reaches a certain point of competence in any creative area can expect to receive this plaudit. Before I started to write in this blog I never really thought about what it might actually mean. On the rare occasions it came my way I would just shrug it of with a sort of semi-grateful embarrassment. They might think I was granted a special ability, but I was always completely certain that I was not. The word talent was once a measure of weight like pounds or kilograms, around 25kilos although it varied between cultures. I was also a measure used in weighing silver and from there perhaps became a measure of worth. We however use it as a description of inherent aptitude.

Here the word “natural” creeps in. Natural talent… from here it is only a small step to “God given.” Which is where my hackles start to rise! In some ways the word talent is used by people to explain why others can do a thing they cannot quite imagine they themselves doing. If you believe some people are special and “gifted” then it absolves you from not having devoted any appreciable effort to achieve similar yourself. Once you start to look the same idea is deeply embedded into our world perception. We believe in gurus, priests, geniuses, high fliers, heros, astrologers, quacks and film stars. We believe in “special” people, no wonder superheroes are so popular at the box office!

In the finance world people believe in magic people who can, “Beat the market” this is despite really good evidence that this is not the case. The trackers and computer controlled investment algorithms consistently trounce them on average every year. People believe in super powered CEOs and executives who need to be paid vast sums for their magic touch. Really they were perhaps only competent and just got very lucky once or even incompetent and lucky will do. Having got lucky the mantle of specialness is laid across the shoulders of that person and they are duly expected to get lucky again. Intelligent people may know that the evidence is against this magic being true, but in practice continue to act as it it were true anyway. For the same reason gamblers who are perfectly aware of the rules of probability still hope for the magic benison of “luck”.

With talent being lucky is just one strand, but it shows we are predisposed to believe some people have a sort of extra “mojo” that makes the difference. “Special” is another word we are very fond of “Special reserve” the very peak of rareness and quality. Advertisers love the term as you can well imagine. They have though made a discovery: Specialness and quality can be separated. You can if you build up the myth make something quite ordinary “Special” and hence charge a premium rate. Fashion brands and pop stars are built by this process. This again plays to our deep feeling that we are each of us special and distinct from the herd. We even try to big it up more… “extra special” to deal with those moments when we are going down under the avalanche of supposedly special things and need to expand the category! We might even go for “unique” just one of a kind… I have seen commercial products described thus… presumably they are all uniquely the same…

I try not to swerve too far off the topic of painting, but once I started looking at where we see “magic” people I found them everywhere. Politicians, the myth of the “strong” leader, which people still cleave to even though most examples led to large piles of dead people. Healers, saints, scientists and mystics they all seem to benefit in different degrees from the invisible halo of talent. It is interesting to see who doesn’t get the plaudit… you might be a talented garden designer but farmers don’t seem to get to be magic. No one ever said, oh you are such a talented window cleaner or plumber. Artists and Architects get to be talented with wings on their heels but Builders and Bricklayers are born to live forever with feet of clay. Actors, musicians, writers and sporty types get to be special but stagehands, roadies, librarians and groundsmen do not.

I cannot help but notice you can get to be “special” by either luck or hard work. You can do something so well that people elevate you or the media can randomly focus on you and garland you with specialness like it or not! For a painter then talent is a worthless plaudit, getting good and improving at your craft is the aim and the is not done by any kind of magic. We have varying intelligence and propensity for being patient and determined. It is these factors not any semi mystical “talent” that makes an artist.

I am behind on the life drawing and painting so I will use this post to showcase my magic, God given talents in the area…

Life drawing

I always find it interesting how the eye can conjure a figure in 3 dimensions from a few blobs! Not many of these super quick ones succeed between one does it makes all the duffers worth it.

life drawing

I don’t know why it is but a square sable brush is so much better to paint the figure with than a round one. Odd really as you would think the rounded human form would be more in tune with the latter.

life drawing

I find it a great benefit to change media with life drawing, it encourages you to focus on different aspects of the figure.

life drawing

Life drawing has this built in time constraint, the model is going to pose for this long only and that is your one chance.

Life drawing

I was pleased with this one, it is sadly rare that you manage to say just enough in the right places and not too much in any area.

life drawing

I am trying to more frequently allow the figure to be cropped by the paper’s edge. This makes you concentrate on the shapes made by the areas that are not person.

Life drawing

I always seem to do better when I don’t think about the whole to much but just add observation to observation until the time runs out. Strange that the resulting drawings don’t look unfinished even though had the time been extended I would have presumably carried on adding marks.

life drawing

You can always see where you lost concentration. Here I was going well but let the whole thing down by not looking hard enough at the chest and stomach. Or maybe by making unnecessary marks that were not backed up by observation.

life drawing

One thing I strive and often fail to do is avoid seeing boundaries that I know are there but cannot quite see. It is perfectly OK if we are not sure quite where the figure ends and the room starts. That is after all often the case when we observe our world. In practice that means marks can flow past the figure’s bounds and a line can be part of both figure and background.

life drawing

It is so hard to consider all the factors at the same time and I sometimes don’t try and focus on one aspect. Here it was direction and weight of line.

life drawing

Here I really had to resist the temptation of seeing too much when due to the light I could actually see very little. People often concentrate on confidence and certainty, but uncertainty and tentative conclusions are actually a large part of our seeing experience and there is nothing wrong to my mind in expressing that aspect in a drawing.

life drawing

One where I used patches of line direction to build up the forms. It was the model’s first experience of posing and when I look at the drawing now there is a hint of the nervous tension that the new experience provoked.

life drawing

Later in the same session she has relaxed. Toned paper is wonderful for life drawing as it means large areas don’t need to be drawn at all!

life drawing

This season we have had a mix of male and female models, it shouldn’t make any difference but somehow the subtle differences of proportion and degrees of external form revealing underlying structure make the experience of drawing each fascinating in a distinctive way.

life drawing

That is it for life scribbles. I have recently taken to using oils in the life sessions for the longer poses which has caused some thrills and quite a few spills as I struggle with the process!

 

 

September 4, 2017

Taste

Filed under: Dorset,Painting,Portraits,Watercolour — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — Rob Adams @ 1:26 pm

Our own taste is always good, that of others is less so. There you have the art conundrum in a sentence. We know good taste when we see it, but struggle to find any way of sensibly defining or codifying the property.

So where does our taste come from? From nurture, education and experience is the simple answer. We absorb a lot of taste from out parent’s decor, then if we take an art course the prevailing trends and wisdoms get added on. Our friends follow fads and fashions, based on word of mouth and the media. We develop interests here and there in historical and practical matters. All these influences come to a head when we look at an object or image and decide where it falls relative to our own taste spectra.

There is in every historical era a taste or aesthetics consensus. Those who have positions of cultural power, academic, communicative, administrative or economic, include or exclude trends as they rise to prominence or decline into irrelevance. An example of this might be the moralistic genre painting of the Victorian period. In an era of concern as to the morals of society (or lack of them in the unwashed) it produced paintings and books that addressed these worries. We see them as in bad taste and overly sentimental now so it is hard to imagine them ever being seen as in good taste, but the fact is that they were.

Is our taste any better? Or will our aesthetic consensus be derided in turn by a new age? The answer perhaps is yes, but probably for the last time. The wholesale availability of imagery from cave painting to photograph means that any individual’s possible choices of aesthetic matter are so broad and inclusive as to make the term “good taste” so nebulous as to be irrelevant.

As an artist you are often on the receiving end of other people’s taste. They will have opinions positive or negative depending on their own received aesthetic. So I might be dismissed as “traditional” one moment and be admired for my free mark making the next. No offence, but I have learnt to take both with more than a pinch of salt. After all a culturally sophisticated Victorian might have said to me that I needed more narrative content and scorned my “want of finish” which was a favourite put down of the time.

So is that it, we cannot assemble any aesthetic consensus? I have no answer to that, now an artist’s work is viewable by billions of individuals at the click of a button we perhaps need a new definition. Perhaps a star rating such as Tripadvisor or Amazon. For my own aesthetic star rating I try my best to make my own choices unhampered as much as I can by considerations of historical style or genre. Is it well or skilfully done of its type? If it is of a genre of which I know nothing then I can just leave it undecided.

What I really try my best to avoid is the liking of a work because it chimes with what I do myself or dismissing it because it doesn’t. A lot of feed back from other artists consists essentially of a plea to “paint as I do or as I aspire to do”.  This one cannot but help suspecting is based on insecurity and a desire for reassurance about the relevance of their own work and perhaps cannot to be considered useful constructive feedback.

Some some of my own crimes against taste now…

portrait, oil painting

Done as a present for a friend Mary. A very risky painting as it was a triple family portrait and the recipient is also an artist. No pressure then. I was pretty pleased with the result, this sort of painting often hits a brick wall when one part will not come good and undermines the rest. 12in by 10in Oils.

Shaftesbury, oil painting, plein air, Dorset

This one of Shaftesbury caused me a lot of grief. I repeatedly got the mid ground too light and had to wipe off. Not helped by the cloud shadows zipping over the wide landscape. 12in by 10in Oils.

Broad Chalke, watercolour, Dorset, plein air

I have been rather neglecting the plein air watercolouring so as the weather was favourable I set out to explore the chalk uplands east of Shaftesbury. Great skies and the light is improving as the season gets later. 12in by 7in Watercolour.

Castle rings, Dorset, watercolour, watercolor, plein air

This is Castle Rings near Shaftesbury, actually painted prior to the previous painting. I had managed to forget my brushes so this was painted with a small workout brush I usually use to add high lights to pen drawings with. I actually took to emptying paint onto the paper directly from the palette and then spreading it about! later a painting friend joined me and I was able to swipe one of her brushes. 10in b y 7in watercolour.

Pilsden Pen, Dorset, watercolour, plein air

This is the view from Pilsden Pen. Or should I say the rapidly vanishing view. As soon as I started the cloud rolled in obscuring the wide view. You would never know it but the horizon is about halfway up the picture! 10in by 7in watercolour.

Pilsden Pen, Dorset, watercolour, plein air

Here I am at the top… I waited for the cloud to blow over but it didn’t. I eventually started this to pass the time. As is so often the case once you begin you find more and more interest in the subject. I painted all the dull green shadows first and then laid a wash over the whole lot to establish the atmosphere. The watercolour gods were with me and the risky process worked very well. I had to carry it down carefully in one hand as in the mist drying was just not happening. 10in by 7in Watercolour.

Abbotsbury, Dorset, plein air, watercolour, landscape

Another day out. This is near Abbotsbury. I boldly took on a whole 1/4 sheet. The washes were drying quicker than I wanted so a bit rushed. Watercolour

Kimmeridge, Dorset, sea, landscape, plein air, watercolour

Making the best of the good weather. This is another day out. This is Kimmeridge with the Clavell tower in the distance. A great viewpoint from the path that runs along the escarpment. I will be returning here as it has great possibilities. 1oin by 7in watercolour.

Kimmeridge, Dorset, plein air, painting , watercolour

This is looking West along the same path. The warmer tones are reappearing in the landscape as Autumn approaches which is very welcome. 10in by 6in Watercolour.

Osmington Mills, Dorset, sea, plein air, watercolour, painting

Last one of a lovely day. This is Osmington Mills. The family group out on the rocks were a subject I could not resist. They transform what would other wise be a pleasant but ho-hum scene. 10in by 6in Waterclour.

 

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