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Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts

Friday, 28 February 2014

red...

Albert Molina and Eddie Redmayne as abstract expressionist painter Mark Rothko and his assistant, Ken.
2010 Broadway production of John Logan's play, Red.



















Red: A New Play by John Logan

Okay, I think we can all agree that the Peace Country is off-off-OFF-Broadway. Which means most of us won’t get the opportunity to see John Logan’s play Red, a drama about abstract expressionist painter Mark Rothko any time soon. Happily, we can read the script of the play. Even more happily, we can see clips of the Broadway production on youtube.

If I could, I would go see this play ten evenings in a row just to watch the scene in which Rothko and his young assistant, Ken, together prime a large canvas in a deep maroon; the older man covering the top of the canvas, the younger the bottom. The sheer physicality of painting is rendered as a dance, as a struggle. Both men emerge from it covered with red paint. They look like they’ve just come newborn into the world, or from a battlefield.

Red depicts Rothko at the height of his success but staring down the spectre of his own irrelevance. He is in love with, and at the same time tortured by his own ideas. Even as he creates the canvases that are arguably the culmination of his life’s work -- all in pulsating, throbbing, swelling, breathing reds -- he contemplates his own end.

This is clearly a dark work. It’s also a seriously intelligent work. It presumes the audience has a good general knowledge of art history from Michelangelo through to Warhol. But, at the same time it reminds us that painting isn’t just a cognitive activity; it is something to be grappled with bodily. It is hand-to-hand combat. It is, and always has been, a struggle to the end.



This article was first published in Art of the Peace magazine, Issue #15, Fall 2010. See it in its original context here.







Monday, 25 February 2013

skins

Ken HouseGo. Lunar Alignment, Full Moon (detail). 2012. Mixed media construction.
Ken HouseGo. Lunar Alignment, Full Moon (detail). 2012. Mixed media construction.






































Mixed media artist Ken HouseGo rarely includes figures in his work. Yet he credits figure drawing in recent years with “building a repertoire of sensitivities and understandings” that makes its way into his layered surfaces.

Witness the textures in his 2012 work Lunar Alignment, Full Moon. They are skins, cut through in places, abraded in others. Even pierced. Scarred, yet luminous; reflecting light. Naked as a bruise, containing the whole rainbow.


See more of HouseGo's work at http://www.kenhousego-studio.info.

Ken HouseGo. Lunar Alignment, Full Moon. 2012. Mixed media construction.






























Sunday, 10 February 2013

a book of days

Peter von Tiesenhausen. Out of My Mind (detail).
1000 pieces in 10 bundles. Ashes and clay
on pulp, twine and sealing wax. 2011.
Peter von Tiesenhausen. Out of My Mind (detail).


Peter von Tiesenhausen. Out of My Mind (detail).































































































A thousand small pages, stacked one upon another. At intervals, bundled with twine and sealed with red sealing wax. Each one a record of one man's days, random and arbitrary and meaningful. Locked like a diary. Sealed like a letter. Closed like a door.

Each one a story, a small self-portrait. A meditation.

A memory.



See more works by Peter von Tiesenhausen at the following posts on this blog -- singed;  burning man; or approaches.





Tuesday, 22 January 2013

between

Giorgio Morandi. Still Life of Vases on a Table. Etching. 1931.

Giorgio Morandi, painter of vessels. Of vases. Of stillness and silence; the settling of dust. Or, as Alistair Sooke puts it, painter of “the dialogue between mute objects, animated by the space between them.” 

(See http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/art-reviews/9805870/Giorgio-Morandi-Lines-of-Poetry-Estorick-Collection-review.html.)


Greg Payce. Ebony. Ceramic.

Greg Payce, sculptor of vessels. Vase is hardly the word for them, though they echo the form. They are almost columns: inverse caryatids. Compelling because of the humanness of both scale and form. Face them or turn sideways, slip between them. Fit into the spaces they have animated; the spaces between. 

These objects are anything but mute.

Greg Payce and his Al Barelli. Ceramic. 2001.

Greg Payce. Pantheon. Ceramic. 2004.





Thursday, 3 January 2013

without quotation marks


Carrie Klukas' beautiful Untitled Diptych
from the Prairie North Creative Residency, 2007. Acrylic on masonite.


























I was talking with artist and friend Carrie Klukas yesterday, about our sense that a subtle shift is happening in the art world around us, within us. I’m writing poetry again, after about a 20 year hiatus. She’s submerging sonnets between layers of paint in her latest works, allowing bits of text to surface where they will. It seems like it’s okay to talk about love again without quotation marks. Without irony. Without cynicism.

Is it okay, then, to talk about beauty too? Is it okay to make artwork that reaches out to people on a human level, that seeks to make a connection with another human being? That tells a story? That evokes an emotional response, not just a cerebral one? That is visceral?

Art that doesn’t require an instruction manual because it speaks the language of the human heart?


See more of Carrie's art at http://www.carrieklukas.com.









Monday, 31 December 2012

an egg is a bowl

Guggi. Speckled Bowls 299. Oil on canvas. 1999
Photo from http://www.guggi.com.























An egg is a bowl,
fragile even in fullness.
The gift of begin.


2012-12-30