Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Little Brother - Acrylic on Canvas

Image 6 - Finished

Image 5 - Actual colors
Image 4 - Washed beginnings


Image 3 - Monica reference (older sister)

Image 2 - Madeline reference (younger sister)
Image 1 - Merged photos of 2 and 3

My grandson's third birthday is next weekend.  Therefore, I decided to talk about this painting as it depicts his homecoming.  For me, realism is less important than the story I wish to tell in a painting. (Unless, of course, I am doing a portrait of someone.)  Here, I am not concerned that the children look exactly like my grandchildren because their story is universal.  My goal is for the painting to be special to anyone, not just their mother.  Of course, their mother snagged the painting before it was dry.  I am glad she approved so heartily.  It is hers to cherish.  None the less, that initial moment of a child meeting a new human being with intense caution and curiosity was the goal of this painting.  To be honest, I am not quite sure I "got it."  (See the critique at the end.)

The Back Story
I had the girls while mommy was in the hospital to "get the baby out," and I brought them home to meet their new little brother.  (The hospital wasn't allowing children under 18 at the time.)  I had my camera, as I often do, and snapped a gazillion pictures.  Unfortunately, I am not a very good photographer.  My favorite picture was Image 2 above.  Madeline shyly crept across the sofa for a peek at her little brother.  The light was perfect as it poured through the picture window.  I was so anxious to get the moment that I didn't think for one second about composition.  Consequently, I chopped off her whole hind end in the viewing field.  Still, that moment rolled around my head for two years. Finally, I gathered up enough courage to paint it. 

Working From Photos
For me, photos are as much a part of my process as the sketchbook.  I have a collection of my own random snapshots that really are not much good on their own, but each one has a special "thing" about them that I want to keep.  I primarily use them in the manner you see here and in the previous post, as reference.  Here I merged two photos together rather roughly.  The trick was to get the size of each child's head to relate to the other correctly.  The original photos were not "zoomed in" the same way, so I had to adjust it in photoshop until if felt right.  This was a start.

Jumping Off the Photos and On To Canvas
From here, I print the photo on regular printer paper and grid it out.  I also grid my primed canvas and start to transfer information.  I use a thin wash of watered down sienna.  I don't always follow the grid exactly.  As you can see, there are some compositional choice made here.  Note the angle of the pillow that Monica's arm rests on and the seat cushion lines.   All these are directional tools to direct the eye into the painting.  Good or bad, it was a conscious choice.  Later I would make color and pattern choices.  I kept the sofa's character in the print/pattern and chose to remove the pattern on Monica's pants.  Keeping Monica's clothing all one color provided a unified shape and proved to be less distracting.  Changing the baby blanket color and pattern helped separate the baby from the blankets.  Some choices I could foresee, others were made by trial and error.  (That is the sweet thing about acrylics, you can paint over them repeatedly.)

FYI : Materials
I used Liquitex Student grade acrylic paints for this painting and Liquitex glazing medium.  I have recently bumped up to the professional grade acrylics as they seem to suspend better in the glazing medium.  I usually use unprimed medium weight canvas and prime it myself with a decent gesso.

The Critique
One of the things I miss the most about school is the critiques.  For this painting I called upon a former student to give me her thoughts.  She currently lives overseas and carries on a pretty busy life as a working artist.  Her critique arrived after the painting was gone.  None the less, I love every word.  Even though I can't "correct" the issues, I think it is worth sharing. 

Here's an excerpt from her critique :

"I know you mentioned you were having troubles with the little one on the
left that is crawling on the sofa towards the baby. What I find is the girl
looks like she is weightless or the sofa is made of a hard substance. The
shadows look good but she is not making any or enough indentations in the
sofa cushions."

From my own observations I will say that I am still slightly disappointed that I couldn't manage a more dramatic lighting as was in the original photos. Yet, I am not sure it detracts from the story.

When all is said and done, the audience seldom, if ever, has the opportunity to see the original source for the paintings.  Therefore, we must judge and critique the work as it stands alone.   

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Madonna and Child - oil on canvas

I have chosen to publish my first entry at the same time as my introduction.  Here we go folks!
Madonna and Child, Twila Wayt - Oil on Canvas
Madonna and Child Twila Wayt - Oil Pastel on paper
Personal photo, Twila Wayt
     One of the exercises in my painting class in college was to work in the style of a particular artist.  I chose George Rouault for a number of reasons.  Initially, he was the artist that made me understand that being able to draw the human form perfectly was not as important as the story one needed to tell.  I absolutely love his crude figures, his glopping on of layer upon layer of paint in search of its perfect placement.  In his paintings I see his struggle to communicate.  As I began to study the man and his work I would come to understand what it was that he tried to say in images such as "The Old King - 1937".  He wanted to be an important religious painter.  I had read somewhere that he wished to make a painting of Christ so profound and inspiring that the image would draw men to God.  Finally, it is said that he once burned several hundred of his own "unfinished" paintings after a great deal of effort to retrieve them from his dealer's estate. Some suggest he did this out of spite, others suggest that it was simply because he didn't think he could "finish" them.

     I had completed a number of works while I imitated his style.  I selected his subject matter and various mediums during my study of  his work.  This painting stands out as my favorite among them as I believe it to be the closest to my understanding of him as an artist.  (At least in his later works.)

     The black and white photo is one that I snapped of my daughter and her first child.  We were goofing around with a piece of red satin and some skin.  I was using a regular old 35mm film camera and I wanted to experiment with that red as it translated into black and white.  My photography skills are not real keen, but I like to toy with it occasionally.  Though the image itself wasn't anything of a portraiture quality, I was still quite fond of it.  Her youth, innocence and most of all, her laughter just struck me as interesting.  As I often do, I stashed the image away in a special place, knowing it held some element I wanted in a painting.  Later, when I discovered George Rouault, I would find that "thing" I saw in the image.

The Theme 
     The message I was compelled to relay?  Mary, a young mother, enjoying her child's little fingers scraping across her skin.  The tickle.  The joy of just being a mom.  And yet, how could she be laughing when she knew all that was ahead of her?  And my mind began to race.  It wandered to scary places, joyous places, deeply philosophical places....

   From a religious perspective I find it amazing enough to contemplate a love so deep that it is able to look out of dying eyes and forgive.  A love that would say "No matter what you do to me, I WILL love you."  I have often thought that if I were on that cross, with all that god power within me, I might have turned the whole crowd into toads and shouted "Who's your god now bitches!"  But this path of love.  It is more frightening and powerful than a world turned to toads.  Yes, that is amazing enough, the love that says "No matter what you do to ME, I will love you."  But what of the love that says, "No matter what you do to my CHILD...."  ??

   As I painted this, I not only thought about my own daughter as a mother, but of my cousin and his wife as well.  My cousin's own daughter died of a cancerous brain tumor just past the age of five.  We watched helplessly as they fought for five years.  During those years there were moments, like her fifth birthday party, where laughter and smiles ruled the day.  In all of that fear, despair, struggle... there were moments of joy.  It was this moment that I hoped to portray in Mary.  Though she "knew all things" in her heart.... here, she was just a mom.  In this moment her faith said "No matter what you do to my child, I will love."  And I think of a God, that at the very moment of the birth of mankind ...."No matter what you do to my child, I will love."

Nuances of Technique
  I had noticed that George Rouault often placed his images inside of niches.  A niche would suggest a place of importance and I thought of old Byzantine alter pieces painted on panels for the alter.  This was Georges goal, to have his painting be a religious symbol of sorts.  It felt very natural to surround my moment in a niche.  Additionally, George is listed often with the Fauve artists.  (Think Matisse and the garish colors)  You will also find his work described (rightly so) as expressionist.  In keeping with those descriptions I chose a slightly funky color palette and kept my "expression" more upbeat. 

Beyond Rouault
  Unfortunately (or fortunately) the painting suffered an accident.  It is, at this moment, quite torn.  I removed it from the stretcher bars and rolled it up while I devise a new plan for it.  I am inclined to destroy it.  And then reconstruct it.  I had witnessed a student of mine chop up a painting that she didn't like, only to glue is to another surface with haphazard spaces between the pieces.  When the pieces started lifting off the surface, she grabbed some clear packaging tape and slapped it all over the piece.  The finished work was far more interesting than that with which she began.  (She's one of those rare "fearless" artists.)

   In my mind, I see the painting in pieces.  I see myself sewing the pieces together by hand.  I cannot imagine the finished piece.  Viggo Mortensen said in his book Recent Forgeries, "Making things is a way of finding out."  I have a certain faith about life that is reflected in my idea of art.  No matter how much you screw it up, just keep going.  It will work.  I guess I just have to "find out".

Introduction


About This Blog
 
"So, what are you going to do with an art degree?"
"Hell if I know!  I guess, I'll just paint."

Seriously folks, no one teaches you how to BE an artist let alone how to live as one.  I started out in mechanical drafting, moved towards a math teaching degree, got redirected into teaching art and finally ended up with a fine art degree.  Not a day goes by that I don't find myself shaking my head and asking "How the hell did THAT happen?"

The truth is, although I fought it all my life, I just EMERGED as an artist.  I have always loved drawing and writing.  I just never had enough respect for it to pursue it.   In high school art was for the "stoners."  I was better than that.  I had a brain.  I could grasp math.  Mechanical drafting was an obvious avenue and it was readily available to me.  So there I went.  There's a long arduous journey between the "there" and "here", not to mention, a tedious story.  We'll leave that for another day.  "Here" is where I am today.  Today, I cannot tell you how to market your art, how to make money at it, how to "justify" all that time, money and effort into what you/we do.  I can only tell you that I am an artist, and I am compelled to create.  More importantly, as I have embraced this , I have come to understand just how important it is to humanity to have "art".   I must tell you that some of the most "brilliant" people I know are artists!  Somehow, I must make you know what art means, not only to me, but to all of us.  There lies the point and goal of my blog!  So tune in.  Meanwhile here is a little more about me:




About My Own Work

There are several ideas and inspirations that coagulate in my work.     For the most part, I would say that I am most interested in the human experience.  Naturally, I find myself interested in expressionism.  But my interest is not limited to expressionism.  I am intrigued by a number of works I had seen at the Guggenheim museum of Modern Art in NYC a few years ago.   One such example, "The Soft Wall" by Robert Irwin is among one of my favorite experiences.  I was absolutely fascinated by the artist's power of manipulation to have held me captivated by an empty room.  It was as if he understood the nature of my intense curiosity.  He somehow understood me and gave me the delightful human experience of discovery.  When the artist and his audience see eye to eye, when one understands the other, in that moment, some kind of communion happens in the soul.  That is the moment I strive for as an artist.



Artist Bio

Group Exhibitions

            Feb 6 – March 10, 2006 Great Lakes Drawing Biennial Eastern Michigan’s University’s Ford Gallery

            2005-2006 Eastern Michigan University Honors Exhibit (for Art Scholarship recipients)


Grants, Scholarships and Awards

            2004-2005 Eastern Michigan University’s Recognition of Excellence Scholarship 

            2005-2006 Eastern Michigan University’s Regents Scholarship

            2005-2006 Eastern Michigan University, Art Department’s Juanita Weddige Scholarship
                      

Education

          2007 Bachelor of Fine Arts from Eastern Michigan University - Magna Cum Laude

2003 Associate of Science from Henry Ford Community College - Magna Cum Laude

Member of Phi Kappa Phi Honor Society  2006