Friendship with a dead sculptor…(i)

 

The Royal Poincianas are in full, blazing crimson bloom and, as I peer over my chipped porcelain teacup inhaling its dark aroma, the conversation starts.

 

It is a monologue that drifts over the static channels of more than a century but when he speaks his beard moves like a stiff, red, thatch roof. Barely two inches taller than me, we look at each other through a fog–not because of the curtain of time–but because of our weak eyes. Our sight is due to the unavoidable curse of a sculptor that works many hours transfixed and bent over his material in low light.

 

His hands–once called une main d’une prodigieuse vitesse–are moving restlessly when he speaks about how the power of observation should always be practiced…look at an object and fix that image in your mind and try to retain its memory as long as possible before you sketch it. When you are carving your object, never see the form in length but that of its width; a surface is always the extremity of the volume. He will lean forward in his chair to make very clear his point that it is all about the projection of the interior volumes. In each swelling of the torso or the limbs a suggestion of outward thrust is made by a muscle or a bone that is buried deep under the skin. Oh, and for god sakes do not brood over your failures too long for there is not much time; an intense nervous excitement should always drive you back into the studio and into your work but there is no need to hurry.

 

Wait a minute–what do you mean? I have to work with nervous excitement and fast hands; or there’s no hurry, so take it easy? Which one is it?

 

His fingers are now rolling a clay coil absentmindedly and he slowly utters that, a sculptor should be wild about working, getting up early, sketching non-stop, studying the masters, never be distracted for so much as a minute! But you always have time to make a beginning once you are sure of your subject; a sculptor can establish his or her reputation with a single piece of sculpture.

 

A silence falls between us that becomes filled with the songs of the cicadas, both lost in thought. I asked him if he will come back tomorrow?

 

 



*Grunfeld V. Frederic, “Rodin. A Biography” Henry Holt. 1987.
*Rodin, A “Rodin on Art and Artists” Dover Publications. 1983.
By |2017-07-12T13:05:40-04:00May 27th, 2011|

The Educators: Conversations between books.

Robert Henri said that you get two kinds of people the student and the non-student. Being a perpetual student I picked two teachers that taught me how to be aware of the weak characteristics of being an artist :

*Celaya, Enrique Martinez “The Blog. Bad Time for Poetry.” Whale & Star. 2009
*Henri, Robert, “The Art Spirit.” First Icon. 1984.

CAVEAT FOR THE SINS OF THE ARTIST:

DOUBT~
Robert Henri :”Be sure that your decisions are really made by yourself. Decisions made by yourself may be of a nature very unexpected. In other words, very few people know what they want, very few people know what they think. Many think and do not know it and many thinking they are thinking and are not thinking.”(Henri, pg 213)
Enrique Martinez Celaya:”Art, like life, depends in part on desperate passion and faith amid unshakable doubts. A leap of faith must not only be taken despite doubts but in fact depends on those doubts. There is no leap without doubts.” (Celaya, pg 112)

SUPERFICIAL~
RH:”There are painters who paint pictures with spiritual titles but whose motives are purely materialistic…We have seen superficial painters rise, have a storm of approval, and then disappear from notice.”(Henri pg 95)
EMC:”Some of us feel like hypocrites when we call for ambition of spirit and authenticity in the work of art, knowing we don’t ask for the same in our own lives. And we learn to accept trivial and cowardly gestures as significant and brave because in them we sense our own failings.” (Celaya, pg 94)

ARROGANCE~
RH:”I once met a man who told me that I always had an exaggerated idea of things. He said, “Look at me , I am never excited.” I looked at him and he was not exciting. For once I did not over-appreciate.” (Henri, pg 102)
EMC:”…I have been circumnavigating my discomfort with the whininess, arrogance and fraud that has so pervasively invaded our lives. Many of us have a ready justification for why we are less than we could be and a ways to look at things that makes us think we are really more than what we have become.” (Celaya, pg 127)

EXCUSES~
RH:”It is necessary to work very continuously and valiantly, and never apologetically. In fact , to be ever on the job so that we may find ourselves there, brush in hand, when the great moment does arrive.”(Robert, pg 93)
EMC:”All artists should assume they have – at best- a tiny talent, and this reality doesn’t have to be entirely sad. If you are doing better work today than two years ago then things are looking up. Stop treading water. Stop diffusing your sadness. Stop being small. Get rid of your excuses” (Celaya, pg 147)

LAZINESS~
RH:”Like to do your work as much as a dog likes to gnaw a bone and go at it with equal interest and exclusion of everything else. (Robert pg 167) ” Be a warhorse for work, and enjoy even the struggle against defeat. Keep painting, it’s the best thing in the world to do.” (Robert, pg 232)
EMC:”But what do people do with their time if they are not working towards the fulfillment of their humanity? Day to day, they are watching television, dabbling at their work, talking on the phone, feeling sorry for themselves, taking it easy, wasting time. In the long run, they are busy fabricating the lie of why they are not who they could have been.” (Celaya, pg 152)

HYPOCRISY~
RH:” It is a question of saying the thing that a person has to say. A man should not care whether the thing he wishes to express is art or not, whether it is a picture or not, he should only care that it is a statement of what is worthy to put into permanent expression.” (Robert, pg 137)
EMC:”In contrast to the perspective offered by distance, our daily living favors the immediate and the fashionable, and sometimes persuaded by that immediacy as well as by cultural repetition and the desire to seem informed, people praise the artistic merit of dubious artworks, and moral flexibility and status anxiety encourage these colorful evaluations.”(Celaya, pg 93)

DECEIT~
RH:”Today man stands in his own way. He puts a criterion in the way of his own revelation and development. He would be better than he is and because man judges poorly he fails to become as good as he might be. He should take his restraining hand off himself, should defy fashion and let himself be. ..The works of the masters are what they are because they are evidences from men who dare to be like themselves.” (Robert, pg 187)
EMC:” At times, the need for clarity and precision requires terms and methods that might not be familiar to everyone. But arcane notions ought to be tools in the search for truths rather than veils to hide lies. It is more productive to study great thinkers to understand the mechanism of their thought than to find a quotable phrase or a hook for one’s deficiencies: even minor understanding of a good mind brings forth humility. The temptation is always there to firm our soft understanding with the prop of the big word or the important framework, but these affectations tend to hide truths not only from others but from ourselves as well.” (Celaya, pg 57)

By |2017-07-12T13:05:40-04:00May 20th, 2011|

The Birthright

His words always fit my heart and soul like a glove, his books “an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside“.

“…our presence there was legal but illegitimate. We had an abstract right to be there, a birthright, but the basis of that right was fraudulent. Our presence was grounded in a crime, namely colonial conquest, perpetuated by apartheid. Whatever the opposite is of native or rooted, that was what we felt ourselves to be. We thought of ourselves as sojourners, temporary residents, and to that extent without a home, without a homeland.” ~J.M Coetzee

Summertime,  2009,  Penguin books, 209-210

By |2017-07-12T13:05:40-04:00May 6th, 2011|

Patti and Lewis speaking the gift. Conversations between books.

I closed “The Gift”, its cover a soft cream with a pinkish heart confirming its romantic words, pressed as dried flowers between the pages. The esoteric view of the artist always leaves me a bit uncomfortable. My eye catches the glossy black book sitting on my nightstand. On it ‘bad girl’ Patti Smith mischievously peers from a black and white photo. Mmmm maybe I need to ask her?

FROM MY READING LIST:
*Hyde, Lewis. “The Gift: Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World”Vintage. 2007
*Smith, Patti, “Just Kids”, HarperCollins Publishers. 2010.

HOW DOES THE ARTIST BECOME?

Lewis Hyde: “Most artists are brought to their vocation when their own nascent gifts are awakened by the work of a master. That is to say that most artists converted to art by art itself. The future artist finds himself or herself moved by a work of art, and, through that experience, comes to labor in the service of art until he can profess his own gifts….We come to  painting, to poetry, to the stage, hoping to revive the soul. And any artist whose work touches us earns our gratitude.” (Hyde, pp59)

Patti Smith: As a child..” I drew comfort from my books. Oddly enough, it was Louisa May Alcott who provided me with a positive view of my female destiny. Jo, the tomboy of the four March sisters in Little Women, writes to help support her family, struggling to make ends meet during the Civil War. She fills page after page with her rebellious scrawl, later published in the literary pages of the local newspaper. She gave me the courage of a new goal, and soon I was crafting little stories and spinning long yarns for my brother and sister. From that time on, I cherished the idea that one day I would write a book.” (Smith, pp10-11)

WHAT COMPELS THE ARTIST TO CREATE?

Lewis Hyde: “Having accepted what has been given to him[the artist]- either in the sense of inspiration or in the sense of talent – the artist often feels compelled, feels the desire to make the work and offer it to an audience. The gift must stay in motion. “Publish or perish” is an internal demand of the creative spirit, one that we learn from the fit itself, not from any school or church.(Hyde, pp188) “Polish poet Czeslaw Milosz speaks of his “inner certainty”as a young writer “that a shining point exists where all lines intersect . . . This certainty as also involved my relationship to that point, ” he tell us. ” I felt very strongly that nothing depended on my will, that everything I might accomplish in life would not be by my own efforts but given as a fight.” (Hyde, pp 186) Art as a way of life: Not any self-control or self-limitation for the sake of specific ends, but rather a carefree letting go of oneself; not caution, but rather a wise blindness; not working to acquire silent, slowly increasing possessions, but rather a continuous squandering of all perishable values.(Hyde pp 194)

Patti Smith: ” … I wondered what was the point of creating art. For whom? Are we animating God? Are we talking to ourselves? And what was the ultimate goal? To have one’s work caged in art’s great zoos- the Modern, the Met, the Louvre?…Why commit to art? For self-realization, or for itself? It seemed indulgent to add to the glut unless one offered illumination…I understood what matters is the work: the string of words propelled by God becoming a poem, the wave of color and graphite scrawled upon the sheet that magnifies His motion. To achieve within the work a perfect balance of faith and execution. From this state of mind comes a light, life charged.” (Smith, pp650)

WHAT DELIBERATE PRACTICE DOES AN ARTIST NEED?

LH: “Once a gift has stirred within us it is up to us to develop it. There is a reciprocal labor in the maturation of a talent. The gift will continue to discharge its energy so long as we attend to it in return. (Hyde, pp 62)For the slow labor if realizing a potential gift the artist must retreat to those Bohemias, halfway between the slums and the library, where life is not counted by the clock and where the talented may be sure they will be ignored until that time, if it ever comes, when their gifts are viable enough to be set free and survive in the world.(Hyde, pp 67)The fruit of the creative spirit is the work of art itself, and if there is a first-fruits ritual for artists, is must either be the willing “waste” of art (in which one is happy to labor all day with no hope of production, nothing to sell, nothing to show off, just fish throw back into the sea as soon as they are caught) or else, when there is a product, it must be this thing we have already seen, the dedication for the work back toward its origins.(Hyde,pp192)

PS: “One cannot imagine the mutual happiness we[with Robert Mapplethorpe] felt when we sat and drew together. We would get lost for hours. His ability to concentrate for long periods infected me, and I learned by his example, workings side by side.(Smith pp57) We gathered our colored pencils and sheets of paper and drew like wild, feral children into the night, until, exhausted, we fell into bed…Sometimes I would awaken and find him working in the dim light of votive candles. Adding touches to a drawing, turning the work this way and that, he would examine it from every angle.” (Smith pp60-1)

WHAT IS THE PITFALLS FOR AN ARTIST TO AVOID?

LH:”A gift can also move out of a desire of some oppressed part of the soul to come to power. In politics affection and generosity usually lose their autonomy and become the servants of power. Also warns when this power is not received a bitterness can set it. Bitterness is the biggest danger to an artist.(Hyde,pp314)The artist who hopes to market  work that is the realization of his gifts cannot begin with the market.He must create for himself that gift-sphere in which the work is made, and only when he knows the work to be the faithful realization of his gift should he turn to see if it has currency in that other economy. Sometimes it does, sometimes it does not.”(Hyde,pp360)

PS: “The artist seeks contact with his intuitive sense of the gods but in order to create his work, he cannot stay in this seductive and incorporeal realm. He must return to the material world in order to do his work. It’s the artist’s responsibility to balance mystical communication and the labor of creation. I left Mephistopheles, the angels, and the remnants of our handmade world, saying, “I choose Earth.”(Smith, pp256)

FINAL THOUGHTS?

LH:”We are sojourners with our gifts, not their owners even our creations do not belong to us.”(Hyde,pp 364)

PS:”I preferred an artist who transformed his time, not mirrored it.” (Smith pp69)

I like the idea that Patti Smith can step out of the cerebral muse world and back into reality. I bet she can smoothly dance between these two worlds, giving and receiving the gift at the same time.

By |2017-07-12T13:05:40-04:00April 2nd, 2011|

The Explorer.

Notebook Entry: 2010 Sweden

Who knows better than the explorer about the pull between home and the call of the trail, to be suspended between saudades (the pathos of things) and the lust of the unknown. We might have run out of finding the untouched and the new. The antique idea of the explorer who covers the arctic or crosses monstrous oceans now read as fables. Yet every man is still an explorer of his own deep psyche and the quest for truth.

The noble explorer Fridtjof Nansen explained it in the following manner:

“We all have a Land of Beyond to seek in our life—what more can we ask? Our part is to find the trail that leads to it. A long trail, a hard trail, maybe; but the call comes to us, and we have to go. Rooted deep in the nature of every one of us is the spirit of adventure, the call of the wild—vibrating under all our actions, making life deeper and higher and nobler.”

To be an explorer means moving through the worst conditions and the roughest of terrains, where your only limitations are provided by nature and your inner dialogue.

“Sometimes I delude myself of charming dreams of my return home after toil and victory, and then all is clear and bright. Then these are succeeded by thoughts of the uncertainty and deceptiveness of the future and what may be lurking in it, and my dreams fade away like the northern lights, pale and colorless” . .. Fridtjof Nansen

Swedish trails © 2011 Anja Marais

 

 

By |2017-07-12T13:05:40-04:00January 10th, 2011|
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