Center of the County; Order and Chaos and never looking away; Akira Kurosawa

Center of the County

contee crayon  14" x 20"

"To be an artist means never to look away."

Akira Kurosawa

I have been swamped by the task of cleaning up the studio as we head into the winter. You must understand something about my studio - it is an old one room school house and as such is a little rough, more workshop than pristine, white painter's space. My carpentry tools and a good deal of cast off stuff from the house are also there, filling the corners and loft with God knows what. Plus the painting gear for the field; the huge studio easel and paint table and stretchers and panels and on and on.  Each late fall I try and bring order out of chaos - which just happens to be perhaps the most important task of the artist as well.

It is important to remember that one cannot impose this order or form upon the visual, physical chaos that comprises our environs. Instead an artist is an explorer, searching to discover and recognize understanding or some kind of order that lies within. It is, I think, a kind of alignment with one's surroundings that can only result from never looking away. A task that belongs to all the art forms, at their best.  So, as I finish and begin to restart the painting engine within, I will greet the new year again eager to never look away and try to discover. Best wishes to all of you for this joyous season and a happy new year!

Bear's Den Study; "the intensity with which they occur..."; Fernando Pessoa; Andrew Wyeth

Bear's Den Study

 oil on panel  12" x 14"

"Time is holding it's breath for an instant - and for an eternity. 

That's what I'm after - that's what I'm trying to paint."

Andrew Wyeth

"The value in things is not the time they last, 

but in the intensity with which they occur.

That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people."

Fernando Pessoa

I suppose the most difficult thing about making paintings is settling in on a subject. I am sometimes overwhelmed by the intensity of so much visual richness in the natural world - to the point of a kind of painting paralysis. It is then I have to tell myself to back off, relax, and trust that there will be time - time for it all. Then I might focus of a moment of visual poetry - a single, precious moment I can attempt to capture in a flurry of brushes and knives and seeing and feeling. The craziest part is about two and one half hours or so must be condensed back to that moment. I love the process within the attempt - this is what sends me along to the next one. Enjoy!

Wavebreaker 4; Eugene Delacroix and the "austere ideas of beauty"

Wavebreaker 4

 oil on panel  11" x 14"

"It is not easy. It is never easy."

"It has to be worked at, and even then you never learn it. No one has any magic way of doing it. No one has anything except an over-mastering desire to do it."

Frank Benson, American Impressionist

"Nourish yourself with grand and austere ideas of beauty that feed the soul."

Eugene Delacroix

With all of Frank Benson's dire warnings I thought perhaps some of Delacroix's 'nourishment of grand ideas of beauty' might be called for. Benson is correct though, it is a constant struggle to attempt to get somewhere near one's original concept and at the same time, allow for the painting to change and develop as it is built. The key through all that, whether a single go over two or three hours or a day after day marathon, is to hold to the discipline of your initial vision. This is a combination of absolute holding to accurate seeing tempered by the poetic idea that first drew one to the subject. All the structural bones come out of the poetry. The vision allows for a chance to bring understanding or form out of the chaos of nature. The only possible way someone might attempt to paint say, a breaking wave, is to have an over-mastering desire to see if one can 

come close to it - in every sense.  Enjoy!

Tumbled Logs; The symbiosis between forest and painter; Neil Welliver

Stormfall, Tumbled Logs

 oil on panel  16" x 16"

"There is some kind of symbiosis between the forest and the person who's there."

"It's the whole business about the relationship between painting and that which you painted and what happens, and how much you impose on it and how much it imposes on you. Whether you change it or it changes you."

Neil Welliver

I don't paint scenes or scenery. Perhaps you've noticed this by the entries in the blog. I have nothing against them, as such, I just get bored easily when involved in that kind of painting. While the presence of beauty and especially, rural settings can be an enjoyable kind of nostalgia, I don't trust those yearnings or inspirations or what they tend to give me.

Every painter needs an edge or a visual problem to spur on a process and a progression in their work. A kind of unspoken reason to work. Welliver's quote here speaks directly to something I use as a spur - the flux between presence and imposition - the self and the subject. Coloring that battle is the desire to produce something that speaks to the passage of time and the presence of pictorial space. I have found that abandoning myself to the shapes and relative intensities of the subject, ignoring what they are supposed to be - resisting any sort of imitation or illustration - is the challenge and the purpose. This requires a leap of faith that whatever the result, in the end will somehow grab the poetic essence that attracted me at the outset. The inevitable disappointments must lead to the next effort!

So here is my latest effort along these lines. Enjoy!

River Glide; Ernest Hemingway; "Trying to make a picture of the whole world

River Glide

 oil on card  6" x 10"

River Glide 2 

 Oil on card  6" x 10"

"I am trying to make, before I get through. a picture of the whole world - or as much of it as I have seen.Boiling it down always, rather than spreading it thin."

Ernest Hemingway, 1933

Hemingway has pretty well summed up a primary task of any artist and any art form. 

This idea is related to the old saying about the world can be discovered in a grain of sand and essentially, this is true. Into this idea we must realize a painter is confronted every day with limitations, limitations unique to each one. These are with us as surely as fingerprints and can be a wall to get around or a tool for liberation. For me, some days it is the former and some days, good days, it is the latter. Over around forty years of this painting business I have come to terms with both kinds of days and their cumulative effect - a day spent trying to make a picture of the whole world, contained in a small corner, is a wondrous day no matter how smooth or rough. These two small works are originally images from an aluminum row boat on the Potomac River.

 I hope you enjoy them as much as I did making them.

Stump, Edge of the Woods; "to share the mystery"; John Berger; R. M. Rilke

Stump, Edge of the Woods

oil on panel   16" x 16"

"The challenge is to try not just to explain the mystery, but to ensure the mystery is shared and doesn't remain isolated."

John Berger

"Therein lies the enormous aid the work of art brings to the life of one who must make it - that it is his epitome; the knot in the rosary at which his life recites a prayer"

R. M. Rilke

Somewhere I once read a quote that said "the forest must devour itself in order to be reborn". Anyone who walks deliberately through a forest becomes aware of this process of life and death and renewal, all around one. In all seasons some part of the life cycle is in action. The markers of this phenomena are, for me, the remains of fallen trees - the stumps. Scattered throughout a wood, they each are in a differing state of decay, mossy or dry, new fallen or ancient and powdery.  However interesting biologically and historically, the woodland life cycle is not my primary reason for painting and finding images there. 

These stumps are sources of color and reflectors of light, casting shadows, occupying form and mass. They are a refuge and a visual trigger amongst the monotony of the green canopy and the vertical trees. I am drawn to them as well because they provide me an avenue away from the dictatorial quality of nature - they provide an avenue for me to explore the things I love about making paintings, the emphatic quality of thick paint; the visual impact of intense color; the truth of the flat surface; the visual tension between changing positive and negative space. The challenge, to my way of thinking, is to take these vestiges of modernism and get them to still describe the essence of a place and a subject. I guess this struggle is the "knot in the rosary at which my days recite a prayer". Hope you will enjoy the result!

Early Autumn Stump, "art is a triumph" John Cheever; Friedrich Nietzsche;

Early Autumn Stump

 oil on panel  16" x 16"

" ...art is the triumph over chaos...to celebrate a world that lies spread out around us 

like a bewildering and stupendous dream"

John Cheever

"We have art in order to not die from the truth."

Friedrich Nietzsche

The whole triumph over chaos idea appeals to me a great deal. After a chaotic summer and early fall of starting and stopping work in favor of family duties and travel and such - and though I do as a habit of life work every day - good stuff and life interrupted for a while.

So now I am home and back to work without anything looming on the horizon and I am blown away with the bewildering and stupendous dreaming, visual world and the difficulty in coming to grips with it with a brush. Perhaps returning and relearning and new seeing are the secrets to vitality and joy. Certainly they bring one to face the limitations of one's hand and the struggle to reconcile that with the essence, 

the truth of what lies before us. Somewhere on that razor thin edge might be found what we hope is art. Only time can say, in the meantime -  Enjoy!

Lake's Edge. "Time is holding it's breath for an instant..."; Degas; Wyeth

Lake's Edge

 oil on panel  9" x 12"

"A painting requires a little mystery, some vagueness, some fantasy. When you always make your meaning perfectly plain you end up boring people."

Edgar Degas

"Time is holding it's breath for an instant - and for an eternity. That is what I'm after - that's what I'm trying to paint."

Andrew Wyeth

This soft, hazy morning on a lake in Maine has been on my mind for some time. Where the winter - fallen trees and reeds get all tangled among wild rose and blueberry that grow out over the edge of the lake. The larger trees stand back on solid ground, forming a back curtain for the chaos going on along the shore. This is untouched land found up in the corners of lakes, near where the river flows in. I can glide in on my small rowboat and drop an anchor against the river current and have this place all to myself.

There is something that attracts me to the ragged and chaotic edge of things - the places without much evidence of people or machines. If you've been receiving these entries over time, you may have noticed that I don't usually paint pretty views or conventional scenes.  I guess I need the tangled mess of stuff to give me the task of searching for poetry, for form or understanding amongst the space and shape and light and shadow.  

I find the mystery in that elusive moment of time distilled from a couple of hours of looking to be what I'm trying to paint. Enjoy!

"Art Exists Because Life Is Not Enough"

Cloud / Sky Study

  oil on panel  5" x 7"

"Art exists because life is not enough."

Ferreira Gullar

Today I wanted to invite

the delirious white-tuft clouds

from their spanking blue play field

to join me in wowing the crowds.

A conspiracy of mania and dervish dives

through such a runaway day,

should be absolute law for all,

without a thought of avoiding the fray.

To coax my brush in fine acrobatics,

operating high above the town,

without a net and plenty of risks,

teasing time like a crazy car clown.

from the poem, "Invitation"

Dean Taylor Drewyer

Sky Study

  oil on panel  6" x 9"

Stormfall, Cutler, Maine. Vincent Van Gogh; Night Dreams

Stormfall, Cutler, Maine

  oil on panel  14" x 18"

"I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart."

Vincent van Gogh

Night Dreams

The winter dead trees

make a clattery night,

as the wind swoops and scrubs

at the brambled brush.

Shuttling clouds back lit

by the indifferent moon

run and skid in turn,

while red green stumps moan,

caught in memoried

dreams of past life.

Dean Taylor Drewyer

As one paints and scrubs in the shadow structure and establishes mid tones from which higher key lights and deeper darks can be established - as one figures and blocks in composition, space, paths of movement, areas of emphasis and de-emphasis - it is vital to keep all this thinking suspended in a kind of sub level. This, in order to be free to abandon oneself to shape and color, without naming objects or assuming outcomes. The closest experience to this 'making of a painting' is roughly equivalent to jumping off a high dive without looking to see if there is water in the pool; all the while juggling large, sharp. carving knives. What a wondrous process! Enjoy!

Hazy Morning, Outer Banks; John Berger, Eugene Delacroix

Wave Breaks, Outer Banks

  oil on panel  8" x 10"

"The challenge is to try not to just explain the mystery, but to ensure the mystery 

is shared and doesn't remain isolated."

John Berger

"Nourish yourself with grand and austere ideas of beauty that feed the soul."

Eugene Delacroix

When one is casting about for a subject, which really can translate to a search for a reason to make a painting - the difficult thing is to remain dedicated to the mystery of a visual incident rather than the easily identifiable part. This requires an embrace of the difficult and an acceptance that there will be 'scrapers' along the way but is a path always more rewarding because of what is gained by the process. This approach will yield series of works drawn from similar subjects as one struggles to solve the questions of what is going on here that brings me this sense of 'austere beauty' and allows this mystery to be shared. Again and again one returns to the sets of visual happenings to try and explain what might possibly end up as inexplicable. Perhaps it is that risk of failure played against the joy in discovering form and meaning that compels the painter.  That act of sharing found beauty that feeds the soul and allows connection to the mystery of being. Enjoy!

Sky Study, Painter's Psalms

Sky Study

 oil on panel  9" x 12"

Once one is bitten by the bug of wrestling with the visual, chaotic world and fighting to bring form or understanding out of it - it simply grabs hold like a dog with a chew toy and will not let go. What a joyful predicament!

Let me grasp the air

pulsing down these hills,

kissed by a moment's cold frolic,

without thought of the strangling calendar.

Let my feet step free into the swirl

in the yellow tall grasses,

my head up among the intemperate clouds, 

at one with my precious delirium.

There are no dances so

sweet as these hours of mine,

poured out on the land,

standing at the edge of mystery,

boldly greeting my imperfections,

held out as an offering.

I am never far from these fields,

lodged as they are in my deep.

Their wind songs find me

encased in dreams, lost,

slant light running loose

through my night shadows.

from 'A Painter's Psalms'

by Dean Taylor Drewyer