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A Working Vacation

Christine keeps busy with the camera, Florence loves the water, and I can't stop collecting

Christine keeps busy with the camera, Florence loves the water, and I can't stop collecting

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oyster shell garden

shell garden 3stone garden

Yesterday we returned to our home after our annual trip to the east coast.  We relaxed for a week at the beach in NC before heading to the woods in SC.  We look forward to these trips as an opportunity to catch up with our family, but they are also one of the most inspirational and productive times of the year for us.  Christine has been pursuing documentary photography projects at both locations for the last six years, and the project in SC is one where we collaborate.  More on that later.

I have included four images of some of my inspirations from the trip.  This year I was really taken by the worm-eaten remnants of shells, which have many of the characteristics of Chinese scholar’s rocks in miniature.  I settled for photographs in most cases, as I am trying to be increasingly selective about what I drag back to my studio.  I was also able to dig up some nice additions to my rock collection from the fill dirt around my parent’s property.  I am considering the purchase of a few tons next year just so that I can sort through it for treasures.  There are always potholes on the lane that need filling, after all.

Landscapes

landscape, ink and torn paper

landscape, ink and torn paper

landscape, ink and torn paper

For the past six years or so I have been trying to reconcile the tangible and intangible aspects of media and images.  With these ink wash paintings on rice paper, I use a plastic backing instead of blotters in order to super-saturate the paper and preserve wrinkles when the paper dries.  I work the images from both sides until I settle on the “front”.  Although in the past I have used white tempera to reclaim lights, lately I have begun to use torn paper.  I’ve also torn pre-painted sheets of rice paper in order to match or contrast existing tones.  The physicality of the wrinkles and the torn paper provide a counterpoint to the otherwise intangible tendencies of the ink wash.  The paintings above are still in progress.  They are interpretations of the landscapes that I appreciated while in Italy, filtered through memory and adjusted as compositional experiments.

Fluency

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This spring I spent two months in Italy, and the experience gave me a new appreciation for fluency.  Fluency allows one to make specific statements or ask particular questions, to select from a range of options, to take social and historical precedent into consideration while meeting the demands of the moment.  It allows for the explicit and the implicit, the broadest aspect of words, intonation, inflection, gesture,  and posture.  Practical use suddenly finds opportunity for poetic expression, and things left unsaid become as meaningful as those which are spoken.  Most of this was lost to me, because I’m nowhere close to being fluent in Italian.  Hence the new appreciation.

Although my artistic practice has become quite inclusive, I center myself in the act of painting.  This is where I feel fluent.  Just as with other languages, fluency in painting comes from an accumulated wealth of experience and application.  That is, one experiences and understands the communication of others, and by way of that experience one is able to engage with and build upon the existing language.  Fluency is not static.

Near the end of my visit I found my way into the Cenacolo di Sant’Apollonia, where I saw an extraordinary painting by Neri di Bicci, Madonna and Child Enthroned with Saints.  At first glance, the presentation of the subject is so familiar that it is easily dismissed.  I passed the painting on my way into the main hall of the museum without giving it much thought or scrutiny.  As I was preparing to leave the museum, though, I glanced at the painting once more and it stopped me in my tracks.  What was this?  A mother reaching awkwardly to arrest a child’s arm, to retrieve the groping hand already well on its way inside her garment?  Most of us are familiar with images of the Christ child in repose, at play, or in full suckle, but this presents itself as something both strange and special.  It is an eloquent expression of desire, of love, and of discomfort.  The painting succeeds in creating a sense of humanity which is tangible and convincing.  And that sort of eloquence is not born of painting.  It emerges from a keen recognition of  events in the world and the imagination of how lesser events might otherwise be transformed in the retelling. This, too, is a form of fluency.