The cooling temperatures around here bring renewal and energy of purpose. The end of warm summer days carry with them the pleasure of simplicity in being. It is like Tolstoi's famous lizard, "Enjoying the warmth of the sun is enough." In any case, I feel back and energized.
Returning to investigation means mucking around for reminders. Consistency of work has its merits. Its detraction is confusion through familiarity. Returning brings fogginess to the familiar, but a superior quality to introspection. Excellent investigation requires time away. I have been told by writers that stopping, putting away the pages, then returning to look with a fresh mind, is effective in rooting out poorer description and phrasing. Here too! Yesterday's two drawings are vastly different in approach and in image. Both have qualities I like. Seeking truth is not quick and easy. This is going to take a lot of time. Hang in here.
Yesterday a friend told me that electric cars (Tesla's, for example) do not have transmissions. I didn't know. Never thought about it. I don't have a transmission either. After being on idle for a couple of weeks I am up and running. Feels good to be strong, healthy, and active. At last the painting 2017 No.11 is complete. Yesterday I placed a new canvas on my work wall; it shall become the painting 2017 No.12 (initial dimensions = 69x55.5 inches). I think yesterday's drawing is a prelude to the new painting.
I am back. Time away is necessary. It is impossible to properly assess if local is all I am. I work constantly, without a break. I knew I had lost perspective. Honesty is never enough! When closeness is tight it removes me from being able to see the wider landscape. The intricacy with myself gets foggy. Before I took time away the vastness of my knowledge had gotten restricted by immediacy. The fulness of my larger experience had become puzzling. It is like living in a valley. I understood the nooks and crannies around me, but my larger, world view, was misty, befuddled. I had lost sight of the landscape outside my comfortable valley. I stopped working because I felt the gap between my activity and the greater depth of my being. Here I am, back, full of gusto and openness.
In my missing two weeks I lost one-third of my blog readers. Come back! I have returned with resolve, more understanding, more ambition. I am optimistic. My journey is more opportune than ever! I promise importance.
So, so close to completeness is the painting 2017 No.11. The large spherical form bothers me... not quite correct. Otherwise, I'm good! This painting has a lot of play in it. I am very comfortable with playfulness, so much so that I crave it. This painting's depiction of play means I am turning a major corner in life and art, from serious, pedantic investigation to an explosion of playfulness. The dictionary defines playfulness as this: "the quality of being light-hearted or full of fun." Dictionary examples of usage include, "images of childlike innocence and playfulness" and "his work displays a playfulness and sense of humor." This reminds me of Pablo Picasso's famous quote, "It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child."
This is the researcher taking his time, questioning his questions, not believing any previous answers are true. I am looking to find the potential energy well that reveals true answers. I am looking for true knowledge. I hope it reveals itself as rain does water. Raindrops settle comfortably into depressions, pooling, revealing themselves as a puddle. That is cognizance! Nice, but no comfort. Artistic research is not exactly like scientific research. Science can prove theories. Art proves nothing. Einstein's theory that light's path is bent by gravity was proved. Scientists watched it happen. A star's pinpoint of light bent around our sun as it came to us here on earth. This was gratifying to Einstein. An artist never has proof of his validity. However, there is similarity between a scientist's accomplishment and those of an artist. Like an artist, Einstein did not get great comfort from his accomplishment. It led him to more questions, questions he was never able to answer. Einstein died in despair because he could not find a Grand Unified Theory. This was not unlike Michelangelo, who died lamenting his failures. Michelangelo's last words were these: "I regret that I have not done enough for the salvation of my soul and that I am dying just as I am beginning to learn the alphabet of my profession."
Historically the latter days of summer, late July thru August, have seen me more contemplative than me sparking fresh ideas. This appears to be true in yesterday's work. First I made a new drawing (above), then I did a little fix to Drawing 07.27·2017 No.2 (below). Rarely do I go back and contemplate drawings from my past. I did yesterday. This is the mood I am in. I believe this is a gathering of energy and information prior to my next big creative period.
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