Museum outing

Monster snake

Artist Safari is on again tomorrow. This time for a go at the museum in Perth. Sketchbooks will be out to snare anything which captures the imagination and pushes the creative envelope. You’re welcome to join us. We start at 1pm. It’s not the first time I’ve headed there – it’s a great place when the great outdoors is too inclement – yeah as keen as I am to get out – there are times when it’s not happening.

 

Exquisite monster

East Perth Power Station

Exquisite Corpse is an old parlour game which was at one time reinvented by the Surrealists and last Sunday taken to new heights by an intrepid few on Artist Safari. Our version saw the visage of the old power station in East Perth take an interesting twist. Or two.

Monster

The basic premise of the game is that each player takes a turn at drawing a collaborative monster. The paper is then folded to hide the effort before passing it along to the next person. All that is showing is a clue at the edge of the page to allow the next part to be added. See Wikipedia for a more eloquent insight.

Our effort saw nine sheets of paper circuit between three players. Judge for yourself how much fun we had…

 

Monsterous

Monster

A bit late notice for anyone reading but I’ll try anyway…

Artist Safari is off to East Perth Power Station again tomorrow – with a difference. To save some creativity for the event itself (why not when it’s been said so eloquently already) I’ll just pinch both pic and blurb off the site.

We’ve been here before, but not like this. The difference this time is that in addition to the normal titanic endeavors of artistic expression we are going to become surrealists for a day and play a special version of Exquisite monster that your esteemed host for this expedition has devised. You will need charcoal, compressed charcoal and all the charcoally bits and pieces this time.

See the official AS site for meeting details should you be game to join us.

Keeping acrylics wet

Keeping acrylics wet

Wet acrylics

My preferred process (subject to change without notice) is to work up studies in acrylics and finals in oils. Acrylics dry fast, which is an advantage for tweaking colour or value by the “paint over ’em until it sings” method. Matching those choices for the oils is pretty straight forward, while the acrylics are not because they have that nasty little shift when they dry. Yeah, I care about consistent colour on my studies… once I’ve made up my mind that is.

One solution to keeping acrylics matchable is to keep the piles of paint wet. The trouble with this theory is that they dry fast (doh!) – especially when the thermometer is topping 40ºC (104ºF)…

So, how? I spritz the blobs of paint with water (or water mixed with a little retarder if I’m feeling flash but I don’t think it makes much difference) then cover it with cling wrap. I do this in such a way that the edge can be lifted just enough to slide the brush in. An occasional extra squirt helps, then a good freshen up with a little more water and new cling wrap at the end of the day. Perfect for a couple of weeks if you must… Toward the end of that time it may be getting a bit cruddy to use but it’s fine for getting a perfect match. I generally just keep it going until the pile runs low and then match it with a fresh lot. And on and on. Playing tag with paint can keep a colour going for months if I need to.

Old Masters and Young Geniuses

Old Masters and Young Geniuses

I expect I’m entirely normal in my struggle with questions as to the right and wrong ways to make art. The early part of the muddle was the worst, when it was all new and the edicts many. The time when it was simply a lot to remember: colour theory, perspective, how to mix plaster, why not to use a favourite brush to apply latex… Then the moments of undisputed nitwitism, for example, a country-living history meant that I had mixed copious loads of concrete for 2 chook sheds, a bike shed and countless step footings –reckoning on fact that I knew a thing or two about cement and said so – not thinking that it was agro to bare skin because I’d always used a mixer and garden gloves without issue. Eek! Red face in addition to red hands. Anyways, add to that a seemingly endless array of mediums and thinking it necessary or possible to be expert in everything and one has a recipe for issues, more so while noticing that some artists appeared to be master of none and revered for it.

Then the dawning realization that much of the advice was conflicting! It took me a while to notice… It would have helped enormously to know that the Impressionists really were in battle with the realists who came before them, and that most practitioners speak authoritatively on their niche without a nod to the existence or legitimacy of others. Yeah, that’s an argument for getting a bit of history before launching into the how-to books. No, I never have disagreed with that. My irritation with art education – argued at length here – is on the relevance of what is included in the curriculum and consequently what is left out. Understanding the “timelineliness” of art would have been more useful than the ways in which the Gothic cathedral was as much a civic building as a religious one.

But then I came into art by accident – wanting to make sculpture for a garden. Nothing flash: elegantly simple bird baths would have done. I thought real art was Titian, ugly modern stuff and overpriced minimalist excuses for not wanting a proper job… Another reason as to why art history needs to be relevant and touched on in earlier schooling (before we get channeled off into mathematics or some such…)

The next conundrum was that some artists are famous early on, without the benefit of solid skills or even the yen to get any (usually the ugly modern and lazy minimalist) while others took a life time to get solid craft behind their art often dying poor and unrecognized. Me? I figured I wanted both – fast skills to make great bird baths. Then realized to my surprise that I had a knack for this stuff – I could draw after all, had an eye for form and so much creativity bottled up, that it was that which had been slowly driving me crazy. Get it out or go under. Clearly, the bird baths hadn’t been enough. The evidence was there all along, I was just slow in coming to the party. OK, so I ended up knowing I fit. (Well, sort of.) It was then the confusion became really overwhelming.

All that is simply to explain (the long way) why reading Old Master and Young Geniuses by David Galenson has felt like one of those hit over the head moments. A turning point that has changed not so much what I do but that it’s OK that I do it. I came out of it with a sure sense of the validity of my process, no less. Heady stuff that plonked me on firmer ground as why I want to work the way I do.

David is Professor of Economics at the University of Chicago which means he has cred. He also has a fair bit of education and interest in art and art history which seems an odd mix of the prosaic and the fanciful. Needless to say, this gives him the means to look at art from an entirely different vantage point, or in other words, he ran some stats on artists… gasp.

He asked a bunch of questions. What’s the relationship between stage of life and quality of art? What is quality anyway and how do we measure it? He decided that importance couldn’t be evaluated by the hoopla of short term popularity or economic success. He decided that real worth belonged to those artists who made innovations that a have had a lasting impact on other artists; and the value of that influence be decided by experts such as critics, scholars and curators. He chose to measure by counting things like the outcomes of auctions, the number of illustrations in textbooks and which works from various stages of careers were included in retrospectives. Interesting method and numbers, maybe, but what’s more enthralling are his conclusions.

Old Masters and Young Geniuses convincingly argues that there are two types of artists: either experimental or conceptual. The experimental artists have careers which tend to be dominated by single ill-defined objectives which are achieved in a tentative and incremental fashion. They often work without preliminary drawing or planning, effectively discovering the image within the process. Typically such artists rarely feel they have succeeded and are seen as perfectionists plagued by frustration and unfinished works. Notable examples would be Cezanne and Pollock. Conceptual artists, however, work to communicate specific ideas or emotions by systematically executing a clear vision. Much of their work is in the planning and detailed studies which leave the completion of the work itself to be something of a formality, often so much so, that it may even be delegated to others. Clear members of this group would be Warhol, Chuck Close and Robert Smithson.

Where this distinction between two creative methods becomes useful to us is in the recognition that experimental and conceptual are styles are at either end of a spectrum. Most artists lie somewhere in between these opposites, with a leaning toward one, balanced with a little of the other. Do you need pedantic accuracy achieved by repeatedly painting over an image? Or have evidence in the form of piles of meticulous studies to prove a more conceptual inclination? It’s also possible to change that position over the course of a career, as Picasso did. Knowing that there is a spectrum offers not just an understanding of where we fit in, and permission to experiment looking for that which feels right, all the while knowing that all possibilities are valid. It’s comforting to know that we don’t have to try to emulate both Rembrandt (experimental) and Bridget Riley (conceptual). Not all at once, anyhow…

David continues to explore the meaning of the polarity of creativity by looking at scholars, writers, film makers and sculptors in addition to painters showing that his thesis pans out to artists and thinkers of many disciplines. He looks at the cyclical nature of the two styles and the reactions and roles of critics and dealers. He also looks at our current position as a conceptual art world postulating that we may well be ready for an experimental backlash. A reassuring thought for those who like to see a good dollop of craft as the basis for a work of art. Now that’s an odd thought.

Well worth a read!

Whistlepipe Gully follow up…

Whistlepipe Gully

The Artists’ Safari timing for the Whistlepipe Gully outing was beautiful. Warm without being hot, light against shadow without being too glary and, as always, the fascination of the old house. Or rather, the foundations of the old house. Did it really straddle the rushing water and the rocks? Can’t be certain but sure looks that way. Local rumour has it that it was built without a permit and ordered to be pulled down. Or was built without ownership of the land and ordered to be pulled down. Or built so badly it fell down… All depends on who one asks! Whatever, the rockwork was rather good. Well worth the hike up the steep track.

My efforts this time amounted to a bunch of studies of planes – rocks are good for that. Then right at the end, tired of rocks, I returned to my favourite genre, for a quicky sketch of another artist engrossed in his own drawing. Just charcoal on cartridge, giving up when another companion looked over my shoulder and said something along the lines of “don’t touch it, all that needs is a date and a signature”. Fair enough. Especially as a wind was picking up and whistling over the water to make staying any longer an uncomfortably chilly proposition.

Next week we’re headed for the Metro Grain Centre for a go at the silos. An entirely different kind of landscape and one that, I have to say, is far more to my liking.

Amanda

 

Life drawing. Lately…

Life drawing

Been meaning to do this for a while – show a couple of recent drawings and compare them with some from a year or more ago. Also want to talk a bit about why I still think life drawing is important. Drawing from life is, for me, an exercise in getting better at drawing. Accuracy isn’t everything of course – expressiveness matters too – but in this case I believe correct comes before creative.

Back at the cliff face I can always adapt or abandon when the absolute doesn’t suit my purposes. It’s about having that choice. The improvement filters through to all my drawing but the figure is good exercise because the human eye is so attuned to the human body that we can see inaccuracies immediately. Unfortunately that doesn’t mean we know how to fix them…

Getting a drawing right and knowing how to patch it up when it’s not, are skills that are learned like any other: from study and practice. Sorry, there’s no other way. On the study side I’ve paid a lot of attention to both anatomy and perspective, considering them the basic tools. These I gathered from classes, video and books, all of which have their place. Video and books suit me better than classes because I can go back over the material as often as I need to in order to retain what I’m learning. Or go back to when practice has me seeing better and asking different questions – things I probably glossed over as too difficult or too subtle on earlier readings.

The practice side of the equation is simply a matter of turning up and trying my best. I’ll admit that just getting there is hard to do, especially in the midst of winter. It’s amazing how small the gathering is when it’s cold or rainy. Noticeable that it’s always the same faces then, week after week…

Equally difficult is staying the course of the evening. Those last poses are tough when my feet are sore from standing, my lower back aches (don’t know why with that one) and I’m tired from the concentration. Even then, however, I’ll resist the urge to grab a chair because I know I really need to be able to step back from the easel to be able to see what I’m doing. Strangely enough, my best drawing is usually that last one. Even if I am physically a bit miserable my brain seems to have warmed up. Or maybe my left brain is so tuned into the discomfort, my right brain can get at the task without interruption!

Still got a way to go, of course, but that’s why I’ll be there on Wednesday night. If you’re up for it we meet at the old Mechanics Hall in Guildford, chipping in $10 to pay the model and the wine. We start at 6.30pm. See you there.

Amanda

 

East Perth Power Station

Forgot this one. A few Sunday’s back saw me headed out with others in the Artists’ Safari group to take on the old East Perth Power Station. I have to say I loved it and will definitely be going back for more. The industrial sites, the more grim the better, will always get me in more than flowers and vistas. I’ll still turn up to draw but probably not be begging for a return visit. This spot is well worth a drive if you’re like minded with pencil in hand. This pic is pinched off the Artists Safari site – worth a look from week to week to see where we are headed if you’re interested. It’s not a Sunday painters group – more about challenging each other to get out of our comfort zones. Check it out.

East Perth Power Station

 

The rest of the crew was smart enough to find a spot hidden from view, while I was so dazzled by the old iron masterpiece that I didn’t even notice that I had plonked down near a pathway. It ain’t a spectator sport folks! Jeff had to rescue me from onlookers twice before I gave up and headed down into the gully to hide behind the trees. Still it wasn’t bad down there either…

East Perth Power Station

This is that unfinished first drawing (grrr…). Just charcoal on cartridge – I’m there to challenge not make pretty pictures. Was headed into this one to play with the moody shadows again the bright sky. Definitely have to go back for more.

East Perth Power Station

 

Bells Rapids report

The last Artists’ Safari headed up to the lovely Bells Rapids in the hills above the Swan Valley for a sunny afternoon of drawing. Warm enough, in fact, to have several of us chasing the shade. A fabulous issue after the shivery conditions of the quarry trip a few weeks ago. I, of course, managed to get lost again… No trouble finding the turn off this time but being 10 minutes late missed the gathering and had no idea which direction my cohorts had decided best. Taking a punt – I got it wrong – and had quite a walk. I don’t mind a bit of toddle in the least, fantastic scenery, but it would be even better without having stuff to lug! Definitely one of those occasions to remind the intrepid artist of the merits of traveling light… thankfully I almost do and with practice (at getting lost!) I realise how little I really need – so can report that the pack is getting lighter by the week. The difficulty is that the need to hide from ever curious onlookers always has us seeking a hiding spot with good views which entails something of a hike even if one doesn’t take the scenic route via the wrong direction. Might have to figure out how to use the mobile phone. Thankfully no one can be totally inconspicuous when lugging easels and folios so the first family gathering I asked could point the direction taken.

The view from somewhat uphill of the rivers was well worth the hike anyway:

Bells Rapids