Where do I wannabe?

Torrential rain again, raging in against the screen in my front window.  "But at least it's not snow," we Vancouverites say to each other, as we huddle under umbrellas at bus stops and storefronts.  Would I rather be somewhere else?  Noooooo.  But the thought balloons react spontaneously.

In fact, I *do* want to be right here, doing my own thing -- only constantly doing better.  That's the goal.  One plan, presented by those spontaneous thought balloons, is to return to a practice that proved useful in the on-line course I did in 2018:-- Choose my own subject and emulate the style of an artist I admire.  And so, every few paintings, I'm going to add to my "Wannabe Series".

One of the artists I discovered for myself  in the 2018 course was Ferdinand Hodler.  My Swiss-born friend "Y" tells me, "Hodler's a bit of a joke in Switzerland," but I couldn't pin her down to a reason.  She replied, "Oh, he's just so..." and then shrugged.

No matter.  I really, really like him for his people paintings with the clearly stated outlines and simple background, such as this self-portrait:

In the on-line  course, I modelled Hodler's style for a take-off on 20^th-century photographer Richard Avedon.

And with Hodler on my mind as the first in the Wannabe Series, I came across a publicity photo of the perfect subject -- Otto Tausk, the music director of the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra.

The painted outcome?

I have a theory that if I keep working, doing my own thing, studying artists I admire, the skies will begin to clear.  There might be snow on the ground, it might be late in the day, but there will be mountains just visible in the distance, and I'll know I'm headed in the right direction.

Direct to you from Lincoln Centre

Yes!  I was there -- New York City's Lincoln Centre for the Performing Arts.  It was a year and a half ago now, but so unforgettable.  I took a gazillion photos that I'll probably never get into albums to share because when I view them, I get lost in a wonderful reverie of memories. 

When I sought out this photo, I found plenty of "denizens" like these loungers on the 14-acre grounds of Lincoln Centre -- just waiting to be immortalized in one of my paintings?

But...it isn't this Lincoln Centre that led to today's post.  It's this one:--

Hmmmm.  What  IS this?  Let's take a peek inside.

Okay.  It's a well-travelled book, at some time discarded from the Lincoln, Maine, Public Library -- and then wending its way through several second-hand stores until it came into the hands of my niece's mother's cousin in Massachusetts.  She grabbed it with a bunch of others, intending it for the free book exchange in my niece's little town and passed it on to niece's mother -- my lovely simpatico "new" sister-in-law, discovered on that same memorable trip.  Sister-in-law promptly snagged it, read it, and decided it was meant for me.  I opened my mailbox one day to find:--

Now, it happens that I'd long ago seen a book of  paintings by Raphael Soyer, an American artist who's little known today.  They hadn't then appealed to me, but his self-portrait on this cover enthralled me, as did the writings in his diary.  It only made sense, then, to give it a shot -- to try to emulate this marvellous painting.  And so I set to work:

Such an instructive process -- looking every day at the shapes, the tones, the edges, the brushstrokes.  I don't work in oils, as Soyer did, but I still learned a ton.  The outcome, though far from an exact copy, thrills me -- because I can look at it, propped against a shelf in my living room, and be continually challenged:  How did he do it?

My version, up close:

His diary and the further reading I've done about his colleagues -- so many of them known to me -- have made me very fond of this man, who wrote: 

 "From all that I have seen, I am more than ever convinced that art must communicate, and it must represent, describe and express people, their lives and times."

I realized, too, that on my unforgettable trip, I must have seen Soyer at the Whitney Museum of American Art.  Back to my photo collection.  YES!

Huge sigh!  -- I saw so much fantastic art.  Now let's come full circle with New York's Lincoln Centre.  In planning my trip, I knew that I'd be watching for the famous tile art in NYC's subway stations -- a commonplace, I suppose, to New Yorkers but a revelation to me when I first saw the paintings of  Daniel E. Greene.  He was a handsome young artist/teacher when I met him 40 years ago in the pages of the now-defunct magazine "American Artist."  You *have* to see what he did with people and tile art in his Subway Paintings.

This has been a circuitous trip.  Now, as we hop back on board, you might feel inclined to ask, "What's our next stop?"

New Year’s Eve 2019 - What’s out there?

Wow.  What's coming?  A new year.  A new decade.  And who knows what, on all fronts.  To say the words "twenty years ago", to reflect on all that has happened in that time...  rather astonishing.

Well, twenty years ago at this time of year, I'd been recently hired for a full-time job at a place I loved, we were celebrating the season at our snowy cabin, and among the gifts I was cherishing from JT was this beautiful half-size sketchbook:--

Just recently, when my Chinese-Canadian neighbours brought their friends to my house, I realized my chance had come to learn the meaning of the symbol on the cover.  When I brought it out, their eyes lit up, "Good luck!  Good fortune! -- and the red, too, so lucky!"  Well, what more could I have asked, for the special purpose to which I eventually put this lovely little book? 

Twenty years ago, the year 2000 was a special time for my art.  I had come to accept that evening art classes were no longer feasible but that, by golly,  I wasn't a half-bad student.  I had continued my enduring practice of drawing every day -- thank you, revered teacher Kimon Nicolaides via your book THE NATURAL WAY TO DRAW.  I see by this link, which explains the Daily Composition exercise I've followed for more than 20 years, that his teachings continue to inspire others.

I also recalled then the advice of my other revered teacher RJS, from whom I'd taken several semesters of life drawing classes in the early 80's.   Nicolaides had said, "The student who learns to draw is the one who draws." (Meaning:  You have to work at it, not just think about it.)  RJS had said, in answer to another student's question about how to learn to paint, "Just do it.  Start painting."

By August of that year (the season that I consider my personal "new year" in terms of major goal-setting), I had decided to take myself to Art School at home -- to set goals, to devise a curriculum from all the resources I had available, to keep working. 

Year One in my art school was based on an exercise suggested by Robert Kaupelis, artist-author of two great books, LEARNING TO DRAW and EXPERIMENTAL DRAWING.  He proposed:  "Draw every day for a year.  Draw on a roll of paper.  Do not unroll and do not look back until the end of the year." 

And I did it! - missing maybe 3 days out of the 365.  The Daily Composition continues (most days!), as does my annual goal-setting in the beautiful red sketchbook.  To cheer myself on, I "graduated" from Art School about five years ago and began to call my studies "The Homegrown MFA." (Master of Fine Arts).

This past fall, I again carefully set my goals for Year 20 - Homegrown MFA.  And I decided that I'd paint a self-portrait for my launch into the year 2020 -- when (gulp!) I will be 75 years old.  The self-portrait was a good opportunity to try working in the style of an enthralling artist I'd only recently discovered -- Julien Lévy-Dhurmer.  My eye was caught by a library book cover using his painting, La Femme à la Médaille ou Mystére  ("Woman with Medallion -- or Mystery."):--

As much as I've always loved Art Nouveau, I'd never come across this French artist of the late 19^th/early 20^th century.  When I checked on-line and found some of his other eerie images -- like "Le Silence" -- I was smitten.

Here's my take, in the manner of  Lévy-Dhurmer, on my own personal "Mystére":--  "Looking Toward 75" (copyright 2019).

Although I'm excited about the unknown adventures ahead, the view hasn't yet come into focus.  I'm confident, though, that if I just keep moving, one step after another, the path will become clear.  From another old sketchbook that I came across just the other day, here's how things appeared as I looked out my studio window at our old house -- one dark evening, almost exactly 20 years ago.

Denizens Series -- It's a wrap!

I aimed to produce ten paintings in the "Denizens" series by year-end, and with mixed results, I'll announce that it's a wrap.  Did I learn a lot?  Yes.  Did I make progress?  Well…let's come back to that in a minute.

First, I'll introduce Number 9 in the series.  She's a lovely young woman who's a receptionist at the clinic I go to.  Almost every time I show up for a volunteer stint, her hair is a different colour, and I ooh and aah.  She told me her sister is a hair stylist, and she gets the benefit of her sister's experimentation.

Here's the first drawing I made from memory and my first quick painted study.

She was so excited about the drawing -- though we both agreed it doesn't really capture her beautiful young face.  (My words, not hers)  And I don't even plan to show her the final painting, Denizens Series - "The Stylist's Sister," copyright 2019.

Number Ten in the series is truly a denizen -- a neighbour down the block until two years ago.  Evidently, he worked from home and would go out for a daily coffee.  He seemed at first to be grim and vaguely hostile.  Then I began taking my sweet cat Nik for walks on his leash -- and that led to cordial sidewalk exchanges.  Here's my memory drawing and very slapdash painted study (gotta use up the excess paint on my palette).

The last time I saw him, Thanksgiving 2017, he and his 10-year-old son (who I'd never previously laid eyes on) were taking a big box of food to a homeless shelter -- quite a different person behind the forbidding features that had first caught my eye!  Two weeks later, I learned the family had moved out, unable to afford a hefty rent increase.  So here he is -- reminding me that you can't judge a book by its cover, Denizens Series - "Neighbour," copyright 2019.

Back to the opener:  Did I make progress through this exercise?  I'm not aiming to paint classical portraits but just want to become more….well, plausible, I guess.  Let's take a look.  Here's Number One, "Ringlets," compared to Number Nine, "The Stylist's Sister."

And here's Number Two, "Filmmaker", compared to Number Ten, "Neighbour."

Hmmmm.   Progress?  Not sure.  What I remember as a uniting feature of all four is that I knew something more needed to be done, but I wasn't sure what.  And I was afraid to go further and wreck the whole thing.

Did I say "feature"?  I'm sure I've read somewhere that it doesn't take an artist to instantly recognize the errors in the features of a painted face -- like those eyes in "Ringlets"?!  Looking for this reference on-line, I found an abundance of articles on facial recognition -- some of it rather scary.  The Smithsonian offers the simplest (and least sinister) summary of findings to date.

With the Denizens Series a wrap, what's next?  Well, there are always people off on the sidelines, and their figures and features are just waiting to show up in my studio.

Eight down, two to go

With two more faces completed, I'm approaching my goal of producing ten mini-portraits for my "Denizens" series.  Number Seven is based on a memory drawing of a pale-eyed young man I spotted on the bus.  His features were quite sharp but he had a sweet open awareness of things going on around him.

He was with a  staid looking buddy, both of them carrying packs and hardhats -- but poking out of his, I detected what looked like a recorder -- so I've called the painting "Denizens Series - Musician."  (copyright 2019)

An equally fascinating sighting was a young woman on the coffee shop terrace at VanDusen Gardens.  Here's a sketchy glimpse of her:

Soon afterward, on a morning when I had leftover paint on my palette, I tried to capture her strong features -- and hair!!! -- in one of my funky cardboard sketches.

Meanwhile, the mystery remained. Who was she??  She seemed to be a visitor, solicitously hosted by a woman and man of about her own age who seemed to be almost fawning over her.  Was she their boss from Toronto head office?  A potential investor in their new start-up?  I’ll never know.  So with acknowledgment of facial features that appeared somewhat masculine, I’ve given her the gender non-specific title, “Denizens Series - Actor.” (copyright 2019)

Recently, I've been reading some stories by the noted 19^th-century French writer Guy deMaupassant.  I've been struck by the way his characters immediately come to life, immediately evoke the reader's attention and concern.  And I've recalled something he wrote that I've had posted on my bulletin board for many years:--

  

It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.

 -- and it is the hint of lives encountered that makes the human figure and face so compelling to me.

Around the 'hood

Recently I began my "Denizens" series  with the goals of becoming more familiar with painting on canvas and more confident in painting heads/faces.  Generally, I find my subjects walking about or riding the bus.  Some, however, are just too fleeting like this striking seasonal zebra with attendant ghosts, courtesy of my beautiful young neighbour.  The zebra rotates between her and her twin sister so it's likely to haunt the premises again next Halloween.

But on to my wider neighbourhood.  The fifth of my Denizens is a guy who often sits across from me in the circle at the drawing studio.

He works seriously at his art and has a unique style, with a touch of Toulouse-Lautrec about it.  Here he is -- "Emerging Artist, age 70." (copyright 2019)

  

My sixth Denizen is one of those chance encounters -- a young woman glimpsed on the bus who seemed mostly golden, except for the white of her earbuds.  I call her "The Listener" (copyright 2019).

I'm over halfway to my goal of ten paintings of Denizens.  And just coincidentally, an artists' organization I belong to is having its annual "Ten by Ten" fundraiser.  It's a juried sale (and I'm not at that stage yet; not eligible to submit) of paintings measuring 10" x 10".  So what the heck.  I thought I'd have my own little show here -- three in a series that shows what can happen on 100 square inches of my palette.