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Once again appreciate these thoughtful passages. It’s nurturing to read the virtues of painting, art making because it’s so difficult at times to keep going. The will to create is renewed daily whether at the easel or the keyboard, especially in community with others.
I am moved to write in response to your student’s account of putting away his guns. My heart broke a little. As someone who loves watching generations of deer families explore our place, it made me think about art and the NRA. Not that I came up with anything; but within the heart of every hunter there must be buried the emotions surrounding the death of the first kill. Your student is lucky and resourceful to find his way out and into the light. Thank you for sharing his story.
For me, creativity and destruction go together. It seems that that is part of being “audacious”…I definitely feel the other emotions that you speak about, but, sometimes I just have to annhialate a part of a painting to find something new. Sometimes it works…often times, it doesn’t. But, it does feel necessary if I’m going to go to stretch my boundaries. I found the part about the deer very sad…I’m glad your student felt a change occur inside of him.
Thank you for sharing Dick Lee’s touching story and thoughtful insights. It seems to me every artist (visual or otherwise) tells a story of extreme struggle at some point or points in their lives and the exploration of that not only makes one’s life richer, but often develops into amazing work. This is a conversation I would have loved to be a part of as there seems to be so much which went on that there was not room enough to share it all here. Thank you, Robert and Dick, for poking at my brain and my heart! I wonder what will come of that?
thanks for the conversation with Dick. there is something magical about Cortez Island that brings out the best in us. I have been a peace and environmental activist for 64 years and listening to bad news in the world is painful…funny when I typed that word it came out paintful. Which is the activity that keeps me going. I just do what I can about the world and then PAINT. PS. I took into my home the young people who refused to kill in Vietnam and came to Canada in the late 60’s. Thank you for reminding me and I am happy that Dick realized killing didnt work for him.
Reading your letter just emphasized the topic of our daily discussion that we have every morning during breakfast with my wife. It’s always kind of meditative challenge. Last time we were talking about positive and negative, God and evil, good and bad. The result for that day was that we are a creation that is created with a mission to create. If we don’t, then there is a deadpan, emptiness, dark. Empty canvas in the corner of the studio still waiting for some brush strokes. That is the brainchild of negative energy, destruction of (creative) time. If we rub out a picture or line, it is still part of creation, just repairing what was a wrong turn. We have to paint, write, design spaceships or bake bread. Nothing else is created with that task. That is our human mission. If we don’t do that, there will be darkness in the universe from our stand.Ambrose
The subject of memory has been the genesis of a series that I started two days ago. I was thinking about all the wild and formative things I’ve done in my life – why don’t I paint them? It’s like a self portrait, except instead of painting my image in a mirror, I’m painting the feeling of sailing across the Mediterranean, being in a temple in South India, dancing with wild hippies one summer in Positano, climbing Ayers Rock and spending my childhood in Japan. It turns out to be much much harder than I thought. A lifetime of experiences expressed into paint without resorting to copying my endless snapshots. My snapshots don’t tell the story of how my spirit was moved, why one memory is engraved in my head while thousands were forgotten. How do you translate ecstasy? I started out with a map of the world in broad strokes of color. The next day I turned it upside down and began again. Magic and the spirit world makes an appearance. I’m on a roll now with the mudheads of New Guinea, my friends dancing in the Sixties and my collection of African deities and assorted souvenirs. After struggling for six – eight months with acrylic, I’ve finally fallen in love with them. Bit of a learning curve, lots of medium and experimentation. Now I’m doing everything I used to be able to do with oils PLUS all the new tricks and techniques that acrylics can allow you to do. It’s actually getting exciting and I’m now in the rhythm with the drying time. Stick all the paint in a giant turkey dish of ice so I can minimize spraying the top (gets too runny). Mix up my fave colors in small jars and only open up a few at a time or stick the big old box palette in the ice & lay on the slo-dri gel. Love the transparent colors and sanding with wet sandpaper. yum.
Indeed “every living thing is a treasure.” Indeed, we are the lucky ones….but not all know this, even many artists. When it referes to humans, or to nature, Nature is the kinder, more respectful, more giving.
Memory vs Creativity was something very special. Thanks for your thoughts.
The longer I live the more I realize it is we humans, not Nature, that affects our destiny. Nature is! Simple as that. It doesn’t sit in judgement of us. It cares not if we occupy the space we live on. The sun rises not for us, the winds blow, the stars shine and the animals who share our space on this earth function of their own accord and not for us. Nature won’t shield us from harm, won’t weep over those gone before and perished. Nature isn’t beautiful or ugly on our behalf. Nature just is! Nothing is good or evil in nature. Nothing happens to us because of Natures intervention. The grass grows not for us and the rivers follow there own eventual path regardless of our intervention. It is only our observation and memory of what came before in nature that change all this. We have the power to see the beautiful; to change the course of rivers, remember those passed. We alone have the creativity to affect Nature if only temporarily. When we remember her principles and show our creativity; only when we work in harmony with Nature; can we believe we have control over our destiny. Every day is a new beginning. A chance to get it right.
I did not fly 200 sorties but I may well be the only man alive, of any nationality, who has taken a major warship into a gun duel. The rush is frightening and one either retreats into a quiet life or spends the remaining years trying to find the rush again. Chaos and large hunks of wood give me a partial rush. Traveling alone does for a while.
When are you going to take a break from being awesome so the rest of us can catch up? Looks like you’re in paradise again. Have a blast and thanks for all you do.
Robert, I relish the stuff you create with words. It speaks to my artist spirit and inspires me, as do your featured artists. Finally, I am able to focus on my art now that I no longer need to create for someone else’s purposes. Art is a privilege and a passion I awaken to each new day. Your website and letters brighten the path ahead.
This is the most penetrating and vital of any art site or publication. As a veteran, Sir, I thank you for the understandings you provide. As a veteran and an artist I know well of what you speak.
Three years ago I visited my home country, Sweden, with my then 7 year old grandson Thomas. He made friends with my host`s grandchildren. I took them to a playground which was surrounded by a fantastic growth of large thistles. The purple blooms were all gone and the beige fluff was showing everywhere. It was so beautiful. The children stood there chatting while pulling straws of grass. This image stayed with me as something I wanted to paint. So I did last spring on a large (50″x40″) canvas. Every time I see it in our living room I smile and remember with fondness that very day. Ottawa, Canada
Hello Dick, Just felt compelled to say that I felt great tenderness in Robert’s expression and description of you. Thank you for putting down the gun and picking up the brush.
What an inspirational letter this week Robert. Thank you for such insight and for sharing this. I know this made a difference for me and I will be looking at a blank page with much less intimidation from now on. Why Not! Just wanted to say your writing is continued encouragement for many people. I am in New York City for a week and surrounded by so much talent, joy, sadness, heat, humidity,…. but it is all good. Thanks again.
Without question this is one of your best pieces. Thank you for the picture you painted with your words.
My father was a WWII fighter pilot, having earned among other medals two Silver Stars. After the war he went hunting and as the deer turned and looking into his eyes, he put down the gun and walked away and never went hunting again. He added he never could have been a foot soldier and killed up close and personal.
Creating – pulls one out of the mind thoughts often dark and grey – to what I call the outer thoughts between the mind and the eyes that we put on paper, (or wood or glass blowing etc;) what a wonderful therapy for troubled minds (glass blowing has been a godsend to my troubled grand boy.
I had the good fortune to meet the late Marjorie Lemmon, a weaver in her 80s, at her A-frame home in Nanoose Bay, BC. A friend of Gandhi’s had visited and was astounded to find this western lady spinning fleece into yarn with a drop spindle hanging down from her upstairs balcony. He commented that Gandhi had always said that if everyone spent 20 minutes a day spinning there would be no wars. I think the same could be said for sketching, painting and other creative activities.
Yes, it does seem to me that artists are often the best able to love this universe like no others. How could this be?
My father, a painter, was raised to hunt for food and continued the practice to feed his young family. On one hunting trip, the deer he shot was only wounded, but he knew it was suffering and would eventually die, so he followed it for hours in the bush to no avail. He wanted to relieve its pain, but could not. He never again went hunting.
And the band played on oil painting by Andy Thomas, USA |
Using prettier words does not change the action. Sometimes one simply needs to be brutally honest in order to give meaning to a subject. I’m sure Dick knew exactly what he meant to be saying when he and Robert used the phrase “professional killer”. It takes courage to look at the subject in the face.