acts of art 7 ~ Happy Little Clouds

“I believe, I believe everyday is a good day when you paint.

I believe, I believe It’ll bring a lot of good thoughts to your heart.”

 

This Remix honours Robert Norman Ross (October 29, 1942 – July 4, 1995.) R.I.P.

We made fun of you Bob but with love in our hearts. Your T.V. presentations were always so delightfully weird and I confess I can’t stand your painting style. But I also have to accept that you charmed thousands into picking up a brush to try their hand at painting and who can say how far those ripples spread? Who can say how many you inspired to discover paint, explore and expand their creative limitations.

You mostly taught process through  your own inimitable technique, how to re-present one particular version of the real. However, at the same time, you also brought a philosophy of joy into the act of art that spoke to so many who needed to hear what you had to offer.

Thank you Bob.

P.S. ~ I invite you to visit my latest art at my portfolio site:  http://www.johnclinockart.com

 

 

 

acts of art 6 ~ Gina Stepaniuk

 

I love this video, how Gina’s words and art process are woven together so brilliantly.

I hear what she is sharing about the creative process and I connect on all levels with all  senses. So much of this is universal.

What Gina says echoes my own experience. How about you?

acts of art 4 ~selfportraitclinock

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These are the words that circle the above Self Portrait in circular mirror:

“In the mirror my name is lost in canyons of colour. Thoughts and feelings dissolve in shadows and light. Memories become texture and line. My fingers dance to the drums of the Fathers and the chanting of the Mothers. Night spirits whisper and call and the shaman of the sun sings music that swells inside. Flesh dissolves into rainbows of light. Rich and pulsing darkness purrs upon impossible edges of skin, the illusion of my beginning and ending. I fly in eagles and glide cold depths in the bellies of whales. I am in the tall pine, the voices of the Mothers and the hands of the beater of drums. Proudly I move to the drum. Within this circle of incantation and musty magic I am dancer, warrior and magician and my spirit is straight and true. I look into my eyes and each orb becomes a universe. The stranger in this circumference of glass  guides my hand and I dissolve again into marks moving across paper deserts. I know this language, always becoming, between the stars and the deepest cave of my heart. It speaks of coming home again. It speaks of walking this world proudly and in beauty”.

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I couldn’t do a series like this without including thoughts on my own process, and this won’t be the only time I do so because every day I change my shape.

Above is a Self Portrait made from my reflection in a circular mirror a very long time ago. I wrote the words that frame the drawing as I worked. At the time I was strongly influenced by north west coast indigenous shamanism.

If you have ever seriously immersed yourself in making a self portrait you understand what a profound and enlightening experience it is. The words I wrote are a fragment of everything I felt, thought and grokked during that evening:

I disappeared and re-emerged a hundred times. I went from the shyness of looking myself in the eyes for more than a second to total absorption beyond time and any face I could call Me. I passed through ‘this’, a reflection of me, to total objective observation of certain colours, forms and human features, my name and identity long forgotten. I was visited by ancestors, dead friends and lovers. I walked away and made tea and returning discovered everything had changed.

My head didn’t fit…

I have made a few other self portraits before and since. The process is too intense for me to do often.  Each time I meet myself is part punching bag, part deja vu and part ‘oh far out I’ve never been down this rabbit hole before’.

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Then there are the self portraits that are out of nowhere and off the wall. They crack me up every time and I am always grateful for their reminding of that pirate / clown / trickster side of who I think I am.

Laughter is so excellent.

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Words and art by Clinock.

Image 1: Self Portrait in circular mirror with text.  Diam, with text, 12 in. Chalk pastel, conte and black pen.

Image 2. Self Portrait as Pie-Rat. 18 x 14 in. Acrylic on canvas.

acts of art 2 – David Lynch

 

“If you don’t enjoy the doing, then do something else”

acts of art 1 – Alfredo Gisholt

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To build on my previous post, about creative process:

…Painter, song writer, potter,

dancer, musician, actor.

What is this mysterious energy

entertaining us all?

Food for thought…

I don’t want to be academic, didactic or woo-woo. I confess I am smitten, fascinated, enchanted by the Muse, ( I can’t think of a better name for this energy we ride when we create). I want to share the words, thoughts, art and ideas of artists about their own creative processes.

I welcome your thoughts, art and ideas about your own process.

I begin with Alfredo Gisholt because he is Mexican and Mexico is much on my mind. I saw his paintings in Mexico many years ago and they changed me. Also the serious rains have come to Vancouver and bring thoughts of all the shimmering mirages waiting in the south.

gisholt picAlfredo Gisholt was born in Mexico City on May 5, 1971.

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Of his work, Gisholt writes:

” I am just trying to paint a picture, a marvelous large picture. I use simple tools and I have no words.”

“I have no set ways to make things. I draw, paint and make prints and it fills my days in the studio. I do not see them as isolated activities and they all are part of one another. There is an immediacy in drawing that I really respond to. It always challenges the paintings or the paint. I love paint and I see it as a great building material.”

“What I am after is to make something that is animated – as in ‘animas’ or with a soul. I paint and touch the paintings until that happens. Sometimes it is quick and through simple means and other times it takes a long time. I think about the difference between images and paintings – as in fiction and fact. The challenge for my paintings is to become fact – for these imagined constructions to feel as real as a mountain.”

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All art in this post by Alfredo Gisholt:

1. Untitled, 2016. Mixed media on paper. 60 x 65 inches / 152 x 165 cm.

2. Canto 11, 2017. Oil on canvas. 72 x 84 inches / 183 x 213 cm.

3. Landscape, 2018. Oil on panel. 8 x 10 inches / 20 x 25 cm.

https://www.alfredogisholt.com

the complexities of silence

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It was a period of silent contemplation.

Away from previous distractions and illusions.

It was an adventure into other realities

and a questioning about things like this.

 

I return to things like this

and I’ve been thinking again

about creative process, how and

why do we do what we do?

 

Painter, song writer, potter,

dancer, musician, actor.

What is this mysterious energy

entertaining us all?

 

Enter this beyond I know

so very well, the back of my hands,

the inside of eyelids, thighs,

mapping you to my home.

 

And the very bones of me,

and the meat, absent of me,

and the soul of every move I make,

and the complexities of silence.

 

art and poetry by Clinock

 

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I had been thinking about underneath

the complexities of silence

and how much deeper it can go

before we are only the dance?

 

 

Art – The Complexities of Silence – 16 x 20 – Mixed media

 

food for thought / Jackson Pollock

“When I’m painting, I’m not aware of what I’m doing. It’s only after a get acquainted period that I see what I’ve been about. I’ve no fears about making changes for the painting has a life of its own”.

August 1953:  Portrait of American Abstract Expressionist painter Jackson Pollock (1912 - 1956) at his studio in East Hampton, New York.   (Photo  CREDIT!!!!!!----Tony Vaccaro/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

Jackson Pollock. 1912-1956

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Image property of the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, NY.

Credits:

Video thanks to YouTube.

Photo thanks to Tony Vaccaro/Hulton Archive/Getty Images

1st painting: Number 5. by Jackson Pollock. 1948. 4×8′. Oil on fiberboard.

2nd. Number 1. by Jackson Pollock. 1949. 5’3″x8’6″. Enamel and aluminum paint on canvas.

3rd. Convergence. by Jackson Pollock. 1952. 93.5″x155″. Oil on canvas.