Showing posts with label reason for existence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reason for existence. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Painting

When you paint an object or person, you can no longer take its lines and curves and colors for granted. Neither can you see it as an isolated thing. Its surroundings touch it and reflect colors and shadows on it. You have to see that it exists in a context, and that context is continuous.

When photography was invented painting became less useful, it wasn’t the only way to record an image. Photos record the reality of a moment, so that even when that moment is gone we can look into it with minimal outside interpretation. Even if the photographer doesn’t see something, if its in the frame, its there forever.

Painting, though, is a totally different beast. Its not a captured instant but the result of a scene in four dimensions being processed through the artist’s senses and then compacted onto a two dimensional canvas. Light, color, weight of an object, how it arranges into its surroundings, and all the tiny changes that happen to these variables in the timeframe of the painting process, are all summarized into the scene.

The artist is working from many moments in time for many hours put together. Maybe rather than a photograph, a painting might be more relatable to a video, although of a generally still scene. On the other hand all that indirect processing makes a painting much more subjective. This adds on another dimension, of consciousness, when the painter’s mind and hand interacts with the scene.

While I’ve mainly been talking about realism, which I love, there are so many types and styles and lots to say about all of them for sure.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Why Paint

My plan for this year is to learn to paint.  Why in this digital age would I want to mess with icky sticky toxic paint?  The age of the rock star painter has long past.  But still I want to, and I've been thinking about why.


Painting is hard to get right.  It is taking this world and seeing it, knowing it, recreating it.  It is understanding a material and adding that skill as an arm to the creative mind.  There is something about hands on experience I can’t get over.  I haven’t mastered it and the frustration is compelling.  If I keep messing with this stuff maybe it will become second nature, I reason.  I want to make something beautiful.

Of course it is about the mind, an activity to keep it occupied and calm, to give it nice problems to solve and ponder, to let it dream of the earth and atmosphere.  The painting itself is the proof, the final output to summarize the experience.  It is an excuse to be here, to be anywhere and just stand around figuring it all out.