Archive | December 2006

My relationship with a painting

29 December 2006

When painting the ice landscape a friend asked me why I was more enthusiastic in making one painting than the other. In other words; why one painting comes to me easier than some other one.
Some painters theatrically cry out that their paintings are their children and it’s a burden to sell them. For me, after a certain point, my paintings needs to produce dough.

That’s not to say I do not love my own creations. I’m as blind as a mother for her children; my creations are the best in the world! Parts we are not satisfied with, we cover with the cloak of charity. But my paintings are no kids that I can not release. When they are done they have to spread their wings. Buzz off and earn money for mama. Goodbye, I have your picture.

My relationship with a paintingNevertheless, of course I fully understand that emotion of some painters, but I rather prefer to compare my paintings with mature friendships instead of children. Some friendships are short and intense, like Cyphomandra vitra. From the very beginning our love was grand and compelling. Everything we did together went well and we were great together. At least, from my perspective I thought she was great and I couldn’t stop talking about her. Such a rugged and uncomplicated background coupled with the clear and frank countenance. Her strange deformities were her original view on the world and that purple glass was almost better than rose-colored glasses! And seen from her view; Well … it was not without my creative urge she was living.
But after a stormy affair we easily went our separate ways.
The good memories and the pictures are enough. And a new love is waiting. As well as for her as for me.

My relationship with a paintingTaxus glacialis (that cold icy landscape) however, became a long and difficult relationship. Is it because some friends are too much like yourself? Their character is too transparent to you and you know their tricks too well. But that is also the reason you can’t criticize them. They don’t surprise you.
If this kind of painting is appeared on my easel I notice I try to postpone the confrontation. My inspiration to paint is fading. If the conversation finally is happening, mostly it turned out not too bad, but … as soon as the end of the agreement is in view, I already waiting at the door with my coat on. Sorry, session time is over!
The strange thing is that such a kind of ‘marriage of convenience’ however, doesn’t predicts anything about his success if the painting is launched in the public world.

One of my first serious paintings was a big struggle too. I even want to call it a fight. But in the end, it became one of my most populair ones in that series.
My relation with a paintingOnce the size of ‘The trash bin’ was rectangular. During painting those endless little bricks I got so sick of them that I decided to go in denial (you know; that unattractive part of the character you cover with the cloak of charity). There was still a long way of bricks to go on the left part of the painting, but I took the saw and cut it of to a square format. Those days I painted on wood. After that brute force the painting had to sit facewards against the wall for years, before I finished it.

I still make repetitive patterns. But nowadays I don’t ‘deny’ them anymore. I cope with them. Yes, getting older means getting milder, isn’t it? Also in relations.




Gossip

15 December 2006

Our neighbour is out-of-town for a week and he asked us to feed the chickens, the cat and the dog. De dog is allowed to poo in the garden. The garden is already full of chicken droppings, so a bit of dog poo doesn’t make much difference, he said. Poop in the garden is, by the way, the least remarkable thing. Actually the neighbour-garden is a complete dump with some walking paths between all the stuff that’s going on there. At least there are as many as 50 unscrewed household devices, hundreds of parts are gutting in the rain, dozens of wilting cuttings have grown from the hole at the bottom of their pot into the gaps between the tiles and the clothesline is hanging full of partly bleached laundry that doesn’t happily flap anymore, but slowly swings in the wind because it’s stiffened by hanging there in all weathers for months.
Inside the house it looks like there just have been a burglary with violence. Cabinets doors doesn’t close anymore and half their contents were fallen out. Everything that once must have hung on the wall are now sitting against the wall. On the kitchen sink and the stove is made a kind of self-making laboratory. There is no square inch left to even make a sandwich.
gossipThe neighbor is a very friendly guy. Only a bit unstructured. And he knows that about himself.

Because every day we try to move our asses for at least 1 hour (walking to the village or the beach) it seems quite logical to take the neighbour dog with us. We aren’t really ‘dog people’, but we can imagine the dog is probably bored till her bones during these bossless days. We bought a leash (because we didn’t dare to search for it in the house), we brought poo bags with us and a bottle of water and a bowl.
The park on Monday went well. The beach on Tuesday made her manic of happiness. She founds us such nice parents that she started to cry continuously when we locked her up in the neighbour’s house after returning. She kept howling for 6 hours. Then we decided to permanently open up the neighbour’s door at night to silent the dog. She then laid in front of OUR closed front door for the whole night, but at least she was silent.

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The chickens discovered the mirror effect of shiny polished chrome.

Now the chickens probably have laid their eggs behind the neighbour’s couch, but I don’t believe anyone will notice. And that turd the dog dropped in the living room, well … I guess she doesn’t see much difference in tidiness between inside life and outside life.

Dunedin

11 December 2006

dunedinYesterday, the transport box I had ordered in Auckland, was delivered to me. I will use it to provide the gallery in Dunedin who had approached me on October 20. Their website shows very attractive art. Three of my paintings will be exhibited.
After framing them they looked perfect, though that was not what I intended by this framing. Firstly, I framed them as extra protection against the carelessness of the average gallery owner … remembering the scratches left by gallery Fisher.
The box is really true craftsmanship. It can resist a trip to the moon and is still very lightweight. For my own peace of mind I created a sticker for on the bars of the back. I know, it looks exaggerated, but art-wise I have seen every stupidity beyond your anticipation! The most remarkable damage I got on a returned painting was … a bird dropping.

Anyway … the gallery had an add in ‘The Otago Daily Times’. The third image is mine.

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