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Cecelia Jurgens, I believe your painting sure spoke to you. This is a lovely painting so fresh, the colors are so nice.I really like this.
I thought everyone conversed with their paintings! Why just this morning (a beautiful golden sky to earth event in fl.) I walked past my painting-all puffed out & proud of itself, says ” look at me!” all I can respond is, “WOW!” Now isn’t that the perfect way to wake up?
Robert My approach of talking to the painting is not so expressive. I ask, (not sure who, me or the painting). My comments are; are my lines melodic, are you clonning anywhere, are their any tangents, do I have more than 4 value scales of light, mid light, dark and mid dark, and am i between the 3-4 to 7-8 values, does my focal point land within a golden mean with contrast. All this before I start thinking about the color. Isn’t this exciting
I think “Ralph’s Place” is very well accomplished. The colors are very rich. Actually, I always say that bright or eye catching colors/hues are ‘delicious.’ I don’t talk with my paintings but I do think a lot while trying to discover what would look a little nicer or what I should remove or add. My husband is my critic. He always tells me if the painting “talks or does not talk to him.” If my work does not talk to him, I’m back to work again with brush, colors and thoughts.
I talk myself through situations when I’m driving. My husband says it’s the only time he knows what I’m thinking.
I have talked to my paintings for years too. “Hello there, You have a bad spot there! Just sit there and dry while I work on your sister.” I have talked to my friends paintings too. One was suffering from neglect and had slipped in its frame. I felt sorry for it and could hear it calling out to me so I took it home and reframed it for her. The painting was relieved and much happier. Paintings come alive at some point, personalities, each one different. I guess that is why I want to talk to them.
I really liked the conversation between you and the painting. I converse with my work often , in my head.
How about some talk about money and how artists feel about it. I know how it feels to have some dough as an artist. I keep cash on hand to deflect rejection. When I read the interviews with visual artists, this seldom comes up.
Oh, my paintings talk to me all right … but they are not near as gentlemanly. It’s more like, “You’re an idiot. Can’t you see that?!” The dialogue is more an argument with myself.
This is such a great idea. I have the habit of only thinking in front of my painting and I feel like I have to be the one to answer while this talking out loud gives the painting the chance to answer.
I love that you have given us permission as solitary painters to speak out loud as we paint and feel a great need to comment on our painting’s progress. Having a pet has always been a great excuse to talk things over in the studio. “What do you think, Mimi?” (the cat). Secondly, we can simply talk to ourselves, pretending our closest friend (my sister artist) is here, and make abbreviated comments so as not to feel totally loony. My final method is simply to talk to God and confide in him, as I believe he is always listening and caring. That one is the most special and fruitful. After all, he gave me this talent in the first place, and created this beautiful world that I love to paint.
Whenever I want to engage in an intelligent conversation with a true peer I do talk to myself.
I’ve recently begun taking digital pics of my work as I go along at every change of colour or form or whatever. In the past I’ve often had regrets that I couldn’t go back and see an earlier stage of a picture that I’m working on because I’ve made changes and it got painted over. It’s interesting and instructive to be able to see where you’ve been as a clue to where your heading. It’s something one can’t do in one’s head – I have been taught (as I imagine many artists have) some hard useful no “crap” lessons by my own work.
This is a process I seem to naturally think of as “negotiating” with my artwork. I came to call it this because I realized that it did me no good to only talk to the art, I had to take into consideration that sometimes I would not get my way – and that was a good thing. The art sometimes has better ideas.
I not so much talk to the painting, but to the muse behind it. I ask questions, show gratitude, give the muse a choice of solutions, etc. Once I said out loud, “Who painted this? I showed the art to my husband, and he agreed — it looked nothing like my style. It sold quickly, but this never happened again.
I confess, I have been saying – “What if…?” What if I put in another tree here or What if I move you over here? Many times the paintings says. “I have been waiting for you to see that!” Just took three paintings from the stack and said you need some light, why didn’t you tell me? So glad I am not alone in doing this.
I’ve always felt painting was a collaborative process. Not between artists but between artist and the painting in process. I’ve told others that a painting has a mind of it’s own regardless of my trying to steer it into the direction I want. I generally end up with a compromise. Most of my mumbling is done under my breath; I don’t want someone walking into my studio while I rant at the my painting. There is already enough belief artists are crazy. The problem lies in the fact that we don’t listen to our work. I truly believe talking to a work is done by most artists. As everyone who paints knows, a work goes through an “ugly” stage. This is when most conversation takes place in my studio. The questions come fast here. “Why aren’t you working??” “I will start over if this continues!” “I should have thought this out more…”
I let the painting talk to me all the time. I was painting sheep — abstract and one of the younger ones wanted red hair. No surprise as she was a teenager.
I had an unhappy painting. It said it was too bold, too jarring, not cohesive. I said OK, I’ll make you more analogous. Painting and painter are both happy.
I do talk to my painting. I was told by one of my instructor, “Listen to the paper “. I paint in watercolor. It’s better than any outside critique.
As a long retired Gestalt therapist, one always has the “other” talk back (or literally act out the “other” position). Now I must go and ask that sycamore tree why she wanted to be painted smack dab in the middle and why, when I as an artist loving sycamores, am having so much trouble with what should have been so simple…thanks “Dr. Genn”.
Lately I have taken to removing the term “Plein Air” from my vocabulary. It may sound elitist, but everybody and their grandmother is now a plein air artist! I still pray at the alter of outdoor painting, but I wonder if this fad will fade someday and outdoor will be just another means to an end: A good painting.
Willem deKooning who was a master at action painting once called the interaction with your work in progress “a conversation with your painting”. To me the physical interaction with the work is part of the process of creation. We can talk with our brain and our body at the same time.
I have been making art dolls for years and have always talked to them like they were my children. They answer me with approval or disapproval or suggestions for what they would like me to do next. I have recently started painting and love it! I hadn’t thought about talking to my paintings like I do the dolls, but I can imagine how this will help, especially when I get down to the finishing touches and am not sure if it is time to stop or to add something here or change something there. Can’t wait to see how a heart to heart conversation will guide these decisions.
Most of my conversations with my paintings devolve into arguments. Something along the lines of, “you’re not really going to use that color, are you?”
Yesterday a smart-aleck painting spoke to me. Smirking, it said, Don’t give up yer day job, bozo. I immediately took the picture home and scraped it off. Now theres a picture of a late model auto sitting under the street light outside my house. The barely recognizable figure inside the vehicle image seems to be smoking a cigaret. I think I’m in trouble. Uh oh, there’s a knock on my picture of the front door!
I am not sure when or how I first began to listen to my paintings, but it has been a long time. I don’t think I realized exactly what I was doing however, until I introduced the concept to others. I taught high school art for many years and had the good fortune to teach many creative and dedicated students. At some point in every painting project they would each ask me ‘what should I do next’. Rather than give any specific answer (and probably to give myself some time to figure out what exactly I was going to say) I always suggested that we hang up the work, stand back from it, and take a few minutes to just look at it quietly (which is an eternity for a teenager). In those moments of contemplation their paintings did, in fact, speak, and the student usually heard it! Then with conviction and a sense of empowerment they generally knew what they had to do next. And I usually concurred. The rest of the students in the class often listened discreetly to these individual student-teacher discussions, but they too were learning the technique of seeing and listening. Over time most of my students became adept in modeling this behaviour and engaged in the act of contemplation individually and in small student groups. Eventually I was only called in when the painting spoke an unknown language. Learning, for me has always been a two way street, and it was in those classes. As a full-time painter now, I am much more aware of the internal on-going dialogue with a painting as it progresses — but I have to say that I haven’t tried conversing ‘out loud’. I will give it a try and see if the audible conversation has a different affect on my work.
Talk to the painting! I like this! It sure beats cursing as you scrape the whole thing off.
Robert,my usual response to those who question my self-talk (out loud and overheard by them but not fully comprehended) is that only through self talk is one guaranteed an intelligent conversation.
Dear Robert, I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year, and to thank you for being a guiding light to me this past year. You have helped motivate me and your wise words have brought me back to my easel after a long break.
GENN, feed, paint, paint, email, bookkeeping, sell, research, visiting, paint, paint, paint, feed, paint, paint, TV, GENN. Thanks for the WONDERFUL book- can’t believe I’ve missed this.
I can’t thank you enough, Robert, for these letters. I read them early in the morning with my coffee and sometimes can imagine all of us readers sitting in a coffee house having a discussion, laughing sometimes, other times serious. You bring artists around the world together over our favorite subject – art.
I like the line about talking to yourself, “You meet a better class of people that way!”
You people who talk to your paintings in progress must all be nuts. Some of us work not with a mutable medium like paint- but with something that already has structure that we are manipulating. In my case- stacks of fabric- but my friend Lydia works with stacks of wood. I had to ask her this question recently: Lydia- do your materials TALK TO YOU? She did say yes. And our processes were very similar. I am always working on many things- but some things will sit around for a long time waiting- and all of a sudden I’ll get a hit where a particular stack will speak with a particular idea and a relevant design and I’ll be off on a new piece or series because all will be talking at once and all the parts will fall into place. Also- I work in stages and often- after the first stage of construction is finished- and the actual visual piece is built- I’ll set it aside for a while before moving into the next faze of construction/completion- because I’m waiting for it to speak to me about HOW to finish it. I usually don’t move to finish UNTIL the piece has told me what to do. I always just thought of this process as normal.
It’s phase, not faze.
Dear Patsy- Is that it? You’re going to correct my spelling? Like I’m the only male on here who’s ever mispelled a word? Does it make you feel superior? I looked at the word- tried to spell it another way that I knew wasn’t correct- and since for some reason there’s no spellcheck on here that I’ve figured out- even though there used to be- could be my system- I left it the way it is. I’m sooooooo sorry I mispelled a word. It was late. I was tired. And in a hurry to go catch a bus home- because the computer I’m using- because my art does not support a computer AT MY HOME/STUDIO- is at a friend’s house. Try again.
Oh look- I misspelled misspelled. I think.
As I passed the drying rack I heard a smarmy, “…sorry excuse for a paint slinger!” No one’s fessing up, but I suspect it was a landscape of one of the Great Lakes. Some of the edges need to be softened. Why don’t any of them ever want to cuddle?
Dear Bruce, As a proofreader, the smallest of errors leap off the page and smack me between the eyes. You annoy me so much with your unnecessarily ill-mannered, sexist comments I couldn’t resist, this time, having a quick sharp dig at you. I don’t care if you’re male, female, both, or neither. Your gender issues are your problem, not mine or anyone else’s. Please get over yourself. Apologies to the rest of you for this spat – I shall ignore his comments from now on.
Ralph’s place acrylic painting, 30 x 42 inches by Cecelia Jurgens, SK, Canada |
Noel, the work shown on your blog is terrific.