A couple years ago a friend gave me a set of Derwent watercolor pencils and a little sketch pad for my birthday. Thank you! What are they? I tucked them onto a shelf and kept working with my oil paints.
For the last two weeks, I’ve been slogging and whining through a head cold, too sluggy to walk down the hall to my studio, too guilty to continue doing nothing productive, but too comfy not to turn off the tv and leave the sofa. I pulled out the colored pencils and sketch pad, plus the new set of Caran d’Ache water-soluble crayons I got for Christmas. I set them up on the coffee table with a pile of over-ripe fruit, and I found the European figure skating championships on tv.
I was so happy playing around with those pencils, crayons, and a wet brush that I stayed there for a few more days (the ice skating competition continued, too) and filled up the sketch pad. It’s been great practice with still lifes, new media, and speed. At 5 x 8 inches, the pad is just the right size to eliminate fear of a blank canvas, and the materials are so easy to pick up and put down and pick up again.
I thought “aquarelle” was a product name, but it’s a word for a “drawing usually in transparent watercolor.” I love the word and its specificity, and if I were a mermaid it would be my name.
At Christmas, I received the exhibition catalogue to the William Merritt Chase show that my mom and sister saw at the Phillips Collection in D. C. last summer. Treasure! My favorite things I learned from the book:
1. Chase’s insistence on establishing an American art style—and scene. He studied in Munich, and he returned to the US with this express goal. While he revered the Old Masters and all things European, he knew that his home country had an opportunity to contribute to the history of painting, and HE was going to light the fire. Now that’s ambitious. And at the same time, American painter Mary Cassatt was in Paris working a different angle on behalf of her scrappy homeland. She was pushing Europe’s new modern art on American collectors to ensure we wouldn’t be left out of what she knew was a big deal.
2. His self-promotion tactics, which I think were largely related to reaching point no. 1. Starting with his New York studio--He picked the best building in town and created a bombastic space for painting, exhibiting, teaching, and any other cultural/social events he dreamed up. It was filled with his collections (he liked browsing junk shops, too), but highly curated to create a particular atmosphere of worldly sophistication. His personal style was equally impressive. With dapper clothes and fancy twirled mustache he showed that an artist was a serious and respectable profession. He taught for decades, across the country and abroad—thousands of people got to see that fancy mustache and learn how to be “Chasey.” He strategically exhibited at home and abroad work that he knew would stir debate. What do you do when you can’t share your work on Instagram? You ship (literally, on a ship) your canvases to Paris in hopes they will get selected for a coveted juried exhibition, get a good spot on a crowded wall, and the press will write about you.
3. The idea of modernism at this time as it relates to women. Chase was lauded for his modern portrayals of women. He set them in scenes and poses for male subjects. They stare at us, they are enigmatic, they relax, they demand our attention. Again I bring up Cassatt, who at the same time was painting women in an equally modern spirit. They are at ease, reading, socializing, loving. Today, it’s hard to believe that portraying women as more than a female form was considered modern in art, but it’s also hard to imagine that art was an academic, dignified career.
4. Sing, swear, sweat, and then try again. Chase was a prolific teacher, and this was his motto to his students. He said, “Feel happy when you are painting and practice brush work to such an extent that after a while you forget the means by which you are doing it.” This would lead to the freedom to experiment and figure your own style, and that attitude is what would lead to the formation of modern American art.
5. Ah, critics. There are great accounts of completely opposite reactions to the same painting of his (the book cover image, above). “His work is exquisite with grace and perceptiveness” vs. “a pointless, indolent muddle of color, without an element of genuinely artist feeling in it.” Ouch. It reminds me of that Andy Warhol quote about art making, “Let everyone else decide if its good or bad. . . While they’re deciding, make even more art.”
6. The importance of the “art of looking” is a common thread through artists I admire, and I can now include Chase as part of that gang. He was criticized as a “seeing machine,” whose talent was his eyes rather than his imagination. He was also praised for this ability because while his images lacked poetry or deep meaning, critics couldn’t deny “the pleasure of his carefully rendered surfaces.” He could make any subject attractive through applied technique and elements of design, and this is why I enjoy painting. The ordinary becomes poetic when you transform it with paint.
My goal-making (and every other kind of planning) coincides with the St. Clement school calendar. Anticipating the change to my life when my son would start full-day, full-week school was a major impetus for me to pick up painting again in 2015. At the end of last summer, I sat down again to evaluate my progress and make plans for the coming school/Amanda year. And over the last two weeks of winter break, I made a list of long-term painting goals. Some might call them “resolutions,” but that is just a coincidence.
I just read that 2017 is the Year of the Red Fire Chicken in the Chinese astrological calendar, which of course aroused my curiosity. Not just Year of the Chicken, but RED FIRE CHICKEN! I learned that planning around the school calendar is much easier than trying to plan around the Chinese calendar, which is much more complicated but certainly more interesting. I also learned that my multi-faceted Chinese birth chart names me a white metal rat. Bitchin’! (Very coincidentally, my first childhood pet was a white mouse named Penny.)
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