tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30656941154549107422024-01-13T23:40:13.044+11:00tachismeHarry Kent Art Blog - a personal journey in the visual artsHarry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-47876689084757918272013-02-04T17:47:00.001+11:002013-02-04T17:47:34.529+11:00Some landscapes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi everyone. I've just returned from a lengthy summer vacation during which time i didn't paint a scrap and neither did i, regrettably, do any blogging. So all your lovely comments have had to wait until now before i could respond. Hope you understand.<br />
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But i thought i had best post something to show that i'm still alive, despite not having any new work, and so i thought i'd trot out some watercolor landscapes from six or seven years ago. They are mostly of Tasmania, within half an hours drive of where i live. The style belongs to the Claude picturesque, though i hope to move away from this in the coming year as i make my return to landscape painting.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tamar Marine from Richies Mill, 2004</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cressy, looking to Arthur's Lake</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beyond Evandale, 2007</td></tr>
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<br /><br />And these a little minatures, 16x12 cm, were painted with the one brush in 5 mins as a discipline.<br />
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Soooo, here goes 2013 ......<br /><br />.<br /><br />Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-3223155281266834842012-12-06T12:33:00.000+11:002012-12-06T12:35:32.782+11:002012 Graduate Exhibition at the SVPA, Utas.<br />
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The School of Visual and Performing Arts 'Graduate Exhibition' ran for a week and is now over, and the last of my work has returned home marking the completion my university life.</div>
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Except, of course, for my assessment result. And that too is now in. </div>
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The examiners awarded me a Distinction. </div>
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All that remains now is the graduation ceremony in a few weeks when i'll get to clomp over a stage to be awarded a Master of Contemporary Arts degree. </div>
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The Graduate Exhibition above was a different exhibition to the assessment exhibition in the previous post. Unlike the assessment exhibition which i had to select and hang myself, this one was curated and hung by a curatorial team. The three works of mine chosen by curator Melanie Kershaw for the Graduate Exhibition were:</div>
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<br />Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-45225778970911013782012-11-16T19:14:00.002+11:002012-11-17T07:18:25.439+11:00Assessment exhibitionThis Thursday i was forbidden to come onto campus. The markers were in!<br />
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On Monday/Tuesday I was required to set up an exhibition of key works, informed by my prior Contextual Studies Paper and oral presentation at a Post Grad Critique.<br />
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At 5.30pm i was allowed back on campus for post exam drinkies - a pleasant hour and a half where friends and gallery owners could peruse and ponder this year's crop. My allotted exhibition space was modest but enabled me to put up eight of the sixty-odd works i have created over the last three years. Adjoining my area were several other gallery alcoves where fellow students had set up their assessment exhibitions - mainly installations. The pics below tell a little of the story.<br />
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I won't find out the result until the end of November when i will be given a grade and written report. But on the night people were very kind. Though i still really have no sense of the merit or otherwise of what i done. </div>
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So my biggest lift came when one of the <i>staff </i>actually BOUGHT one of my paintings from the exhibition! </div>
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What pleased me so much was the genuine engagement with the image that this purchase signified. And that the buyer, a man of quiet intensity, is someone i respect. Until that moment, it had felt rather strange to have strangers wander past my agonised self portraits like they were window-shoppers and i was one of the consumables of the evening. There is blood in these works, my blood. But on the night, it's all quips and smiles as we enter into a tacit conspiracy that life is simply one entertainment after another.</div>
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So now i read through the reams of instructions for the graduation ceremony (assuming i will be graduating) with all those icky arrangements for gown hire etc. I think i'll just pull my doctoral gown and hood out of moth balls and save myself $160 gown hire.Hoping my fellow graduands won't mind. </div>
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Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-48566253811082643112012-11-13T14:15:00.001+11:002012-11-16T06:44:25.148+11:00Brett Whiteley's starry night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Kent,<i> Brett Whiteley's starry night</i>, oil on canvas, 120x270cm.</td></tr>
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My final work in the Brett Whiteley series, and the final work towards to Masters degree, is this triptych celebrating Brett Whiteley's apotheosis ... his ascension into Australia's cultural firmament - a star at last.<br />
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The 270x120 cm work consists of three 90x120cm panels:<br />
<i>Brett Whiteley departs Thirroul</i><br />
<i>Peter Pan over Lavender Bay</i><br />
<i>Brett Whiteley illumines our firmament</i><br />
While each panel is intended to work as a self-contained painting, the work was envisaged as the three placed together to form a complete narrative.<br />
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To date my Brett Whiteley series has consisted of numerous works, among others, that explored his vulnerability, isolation and depression so I wanted to finish with this more joyous celebration of his achievement.<br />
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The triptych references Vincent's painting <i>Starry night</i> (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:VanGogh-starry_night_ballance1.jpg">HERE</a>)<i>.</i> I felt this was a fitting motif given that Whiteley worshiped Vincent. He was painting portraits of Vincent in the early 1970's and in 1983 had his his exhibition 'Another way of looking at Vincent Van Gogh' hung by the Gallery of NSW. Brett's tribute received a hostile reception from the critics. One mocked that Brett has been struggling to become Vincent for the past fifteen years. So i thought it only a reasonable gift to Brett to allow him to ascend at last into Vincent's starry heavens.<br />
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This first panel depicts Brett's spirit departing the hotel in Thirroul where he died. He heads upward, out over the East coast of NSW. He seems to be entering a portal on the right of the painting.<br />
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That portal turns out to be the window from his painting, <i>Interior with time past</i> (<a href="http://www.portrait.gov.au/exhibit/idlehours/exhib10.html">HERE</a>) with its window of his home looking out over Lavender Bay on Sydney Harbour. And so i depicted Brett's spirit, Brett the eternal boy Peter Pan, flying past outside under the Southern Cross (this is my Oz night sky, not Vincent's French one), sailing over the Opera House sails that reference his painting <i>Opera House</i> (<a href="http://www.artquotes.net/masters/whiteley/opera-house-painting.htm">HERE</a>).<br />
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In the third panel he takes his place in the pantheon of stars twinkling down onto the Australian cultural landscape, down on his home town of Sydney and the bridge that used to draw and paint so often, down on those savage critics whose names are already forgotten, and down on the young generations energised by just discovering his work for the first time. This is Brett at his zenith, Harlequin funster and mystic, arms raised in haunting and blessing.<br />
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And so, gentle viewer, we arrive at the end of this my Brett Whiteley meditations, and indeed, the end of my Masters research Project. In the next couple of posts I will be reporting on the assessment and giving some thought on where to next with this blog, if anywhere. Thank you one and all for sticking with me through this journey.<br />
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Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-33753559315031760232012-11-10T15:37:00.000+11:002012-11-11T09:00:32.406+11:00More apparitions.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Kent, <i>Brett Whiteley's apparition #9,</i> oil on board, 60x90cm.</td></tr>
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Here are some, the last, of my Brett Whiteley apparitions. Apparition #9 (above) is my exploration of how much or how little is needed to suggest a face. How clouded, ambiguous, or anomalous can a portrait be? I was thinking about Vincent's comment in a letter to Theo, "The real painter does not paint things as they are, after a dry and learned analysis. They paint them as they themselves feel them to be ... I want my paintings to be inaccurate and anomalous in such a way that they become lies, if you like, but lies that are more truthful than literal truth."<br />
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The others below are two more inks.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Kent,<i> Brett Whiteley's apparition #7,</i> ink on paper, </td></tr>
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These two ink Apparitions are a bit wilder than some of the more graceful inks in my previous post. Picasso once said, "when i paint a wild horse you may not see the horse but you will sure see the wildness'. Well, these Apparitions purport to be Whiteley, and they are loosely featured on his curly mop, cleft chin, low straight mouth and baggy eyes, but in reality they are invented Expressionist figuration. Which means the wildness is not Whiteley's but mine own, i guess. But then as they used to say in the Renaissance<span style="font-family: inherit;">, <span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">"Ogni pittore
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And finally, my apologies everyone for the delay in responding your lovely comments on the previous post. I've only just returned from a trip away to Sydney and have been flat out getting ready for my assessment exhibition. Am so looking forward to getting a life back!<br />
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<br />Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-41170440954333348182012-10-06T21:11:00.001+10:002012-11-13T12:53:23.429+11:00Brett Whiteley's apparition.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Kent, <i>Brett Whiteley's apparition #3</i> ink on paper, 56x76cm.</td></tr>
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I am enjoying just producing a series of quick inks on Canson Traditional 250gsm paper in between writing a Contextual Studies paper for my Project and finishing a large oil towards my assessment.<br />
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I was reminded to actually enjoy my creative work and stop worrying about Universities and galleries by that wonderful American Expressionist painter, Dan McCaw:<br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: inherit;">"I
believe that everyone has an inherent desire for original thought, and as an
artist I find a passion to visually express something within myself that cannot
be defined but have faith that it exists. I am constantly
measuring the strength of my own convictions, trying not to change my art to
fit what galleries, critics, and society deem acceptable, for when an artist
chains himself to the opinions of others he or she will loose the most
important thing that he has to contribute: his own voice and
individuality.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Everyone
has an internal compass, it has no needle to guide, you only know you are heading
in the right direction when it just feels right. It is undefinable, your guides
are instinct, feeling and intuition. It may lay past the likeness of the
subject, you have to be willing to give up </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZzQmLKOh_hqz9vS0X9yZTD3niF87qUUjsRoOpawtUoJRE1VU-DXIASmFU-egmmpS8e7g_ZrGvicmRcpYjHPiML4IKTc3c7xi2CtQBoH5tXp61-fn5CukzEFISaxqVymw-3LBNuSM5kRcW/s1600/426194_333722663325763_100000640957580_1030886_2066420628_n.jpg" style="line-height: 115%;">the
safe, predictable and familiar</a><span style="line-height: 115%;">, you have to be curious, vulnerable and
willing to fall on your face. The treasures lay inside each of us waiting
to be uncovered</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">" </span></span><br />
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What an uplifting breath of sanity.<br />
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Continuing to explore Brett Whitetley's ghost, i have followed up <i>Brett Whitetley's ghost #1</i> (which was painted in the dark) by making a few drawings in daylight.<br />
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These were exploratory 'doodles' in preparation for my final work, a 190 x 270 cm triptych depicting Brett Whiteley's apotheosis into the cultural firmament of Australia.<br />
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This triptych will culminate my Brett Whiteley series and be the final work towards my Masters degree. Hopefully my next posting will be able to show it!<br />
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I have been haunted by Brett Whiteley - man, artist, cultural icon. This series of works has been both that haunting and an exorcism.<br />
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The<span style="line-height: 18px;"> </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">drawing above is designed to be viewed through back lighting, such over a light box or illuminated by strong sunlight from behind, otherwise it is a dark and murky, almost undecipherable image. </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">But given the aforementioned illumination it suddenly 'appears' as a golden glow, the shellac having rendered the watercolour paper translucent. </span><br />
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I wanted to explore further the co-agency of media in creative practice. I wanted to discover, by doing, how oil paint that had been been substantially thinned with gum turps and Liquol might behave if given fairly free flow. Could i use repeated pourings of puddles to built up an expressive portrait? I envisaged a process very much like that employed in water color washes but using a pouring dispenser instead of brushes..<br />
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For that, i needed two other characteristics of water color - a reflective support and translucent pigments. For i knew from experience that watercolor paintings (unlike gouache) gain their glow from the light passing through the pigment and reflecting back out of the painting off the white paper beneath to the viewer.<br />
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I hoped that polished aluminium plate might achieve a similar effect but with more luminous 'edge'. I think it does. But trying to polish out the imperfections in the surface of a 900x1200x0.8mm plate is exhausting and requires more patience than i have. I used a wax based metal polish which made me worry about subsequent paint adhesion.<br />
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Since then i have discovered cerium oxide powder ($35 for 250gm) which is used to polish and clean glass. I haven't as yet tried it on metal. But it has promise and the huge advantage of being a powder that you mix with water to make a slurry. After rinsing there is absolutely no residue left on the surface.<br />
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For translucent paints i selected some semi-transluscent oil colors - Prussian blue (PB27), Viridian PG7) and Dioxazine Purple (PV23).<br />
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Once poured out onto the aluminium surface, allowed to settle and dry, I found the paint even granulated like watercolour. Was it the result of the Liquol mix left standing for a few days?<br />
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Unfortunately my photo fails to capture both the effects of scale (the image has a significant presence) and of reflective surface. The light gleams off the exposed parts and through the paint as one moves past and around the painting. It has an inorganic coldness about it quite suited to the subject - Whiteley's ghost. And the work feels very permanent, being on metal.</div>
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Would i do another? Probably not. Not unless i could purchase perfectly polished sheets (unlike the dented and scratched panel i got from an industrial estate). And if i did, the pools of paint would be larger and more layered. And most importantly, i would have to acquire a work easel that i could tilt in all directions, including dead level. So, some investment needed if this were to become a polished professional art form. </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I am haunted by the image of Brett Whiteley dancing in the desert. And so i painted this exploratory small oil, full of unresolved problems, but a springboard to larger paintings to follow that will flesh out the idea. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">However, i was so dissatisfied with this painting that i deleted this blog post the following day, </span>hoping to re-paint this subject. <span style="font-family: inherit;">This was some months back, prior to painting </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">Brett Whiteley dances on water. </i><span style="font-family: inherit;">But time has run away with me. The new work is not done. But for the sake of completion am re-posting it now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It started when i read Steve Meacham's story in the <em>Sydney Morning Herald</em> (</span><a href="file:///C:/Users/Hal/Pictures/Art/Masters/Australia/Brett%20Whiteley/text/Saga%20of%20nude%20Brett%20Whiteley's%20cave%20painting%20-%20Arts%20-%20Entertainment%20-%20smh_com_au.mht"><span style="font-family: inherit;">here</span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">) (re-run in the <em>Mudgee Guardian</em> four days later ) about the controversial and now notorious time that Brett Whiteley painted a series of faux Aboriginal rock paintings in what might have been a sacred site. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Meacham wrote:<br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"It's summer, 1970. And Brett Whiteley strips naked to paint an Aboriginal-inspired mural on a sandstone underhang at The Drip gorge, scoured by the Goulburn River over millions of years into one of the most beautiful scenic wonders of NSW."</span><br />
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Why the <em>Mudgee Guardian? </em>Because The Drip Gorge lies near the town of Mudgee and in subsequent years there had been much debate in the pubs as to the value of the 'aboriginal art' in the Gorge. The matter had recently been brought to a head by the intention of a mining company to flood some of the nearby land for mine workings. <br />
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Some investigative journalism unearthed the truth ... not ancient Aboriginal paintings but hippy doodles from 1970. But despite repeated flooding over the years the paintings are still there today in good condition. <br />
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The truth of their origin was clinched by the discovery of a piece of film in which we see BW, naked, dancing and painting. You can watch the brief clip <a href="http://media.smh.com.au/?rid=46894.">HERE</a> .</span><br />
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So now the local Council has an original Brett Whiteley under its care while the mining company <span style="font-family: inherit;">"<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">acknowledges the potential significance of these paintings" and promises that "our mining operations will not disturb these paintings at all.” </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Meanwhile, i am left with the haunting image of Brett Whiteley dancing and painting in the Australian landscape. </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Picasso once said, "Painting is a blind man's profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen<span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;">", which is what i guess i'm doing in this Brett Whiteley series.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">So, in my mind's eye i see Brett Whiteley dance corroboree.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">I see him dance his Dreaming. </span><br />
<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">I see his paintings flow from his Dreaming. </span></span>
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I see him dance in the desert ... out in the Never-Never.<br />
<dd><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;">Out on the wastes of the Never Never -</span></dd><dd><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;">That's where the dead men lie!</span></span></dd><dd><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;">There where the heat-waves dance forever -</span></span></dd><dd><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;">That's where the dead men lie.</span></span></dd><dd><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"> [from Barcroft Boake, "Where the Dead Men Lie"].</span></span></span></dd><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
Although Brett Whiteley was also a deliberate artist, articulate about the skills of trade, well versed in Western and Eastern visual languages, it seems to me that more than any Australian artist he painted from intuition, made a cult of his intuitions, sang and celebrated his intuitions like St Joan her voices. John Olsen refers to BW's artistic 'instinct'.<br />
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But an artist who puts himself in thrall to his voices - who lives by exposing his Unconscious to the public - travels a barren and rocky road among society's institutions. For this is a hostile landscape that desiccates the soul. There is no shade or shelter from the politics of The Arts and the imprecations of the culture police ever ready to tell you what you should have painted instead. <br />
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So <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">I see him dance through T.S. Eliot's "Wasteland", the army of mediocrities and brown-noses bringing 'no relief'.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow<br />
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You cannot say, or guess, for you know only<br />
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,<br />
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,<br />
And the dry stone no sound of water." </span></span><br />
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All the while he ached for water ... for solace ... for love. <br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He thought a cool spring lay in public approbation and the adulation of a plethora of hippy hangers-on. But that turned out to be a mirage. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So he took what solace he could, and in the end, like St Joan, died for his voices.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But not defeated. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For i also</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> see him dance Zorba's dance of triumph-amid-catastrophe in the deserts of the heartland.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As i watch Zorba, i see Brett, now transfigured into Bob Dylan's <em>Mr Tambourine Man:</em></span></span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;">"to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free<br />Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands<br />With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves<br />Let me forget about today until tomorrow."</span></span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But we who remain have not forgotten.</span></span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;">I had originally embedded a YouTube clip here of Anthony Quinn and Alan Bates dancing Zorba's dance on the beach in the movie, <em>Zorba the Greek</em>. But Fox has sinceblocked the clip for copyright reasons, even though it was only a couple minutes from an entire movie. </span></span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Even worse, i could not even find a photograph of Anthony Quinn as Zorba on the web through Google. Copyright with bloody vengeance, though I think the only thing Fox has achieved is killing off masses of free publicity for a movie they could be selling. Entire generations will now never even hear of Zorba. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Well done Fox executives. I hope it makes you a bundle of money, though i fail to see how!</span></span></span><br />
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Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-29902697120783011462012-09-05T16:25:00.000+10:002012-10-06T18:36:46.273+10:00Old figure sketches<br />
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I was sorting through my old art files when i came across my figure drawings from some years back. They are mostly speed sketches (quick tonal studies, fast gestural drawings, a few contour drawings) drawn from life in assorted art classes and using assorted professional models.<br />
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I have put an exercise from 10 years ago, when i was starting out, at the very top so that those who include <i>tachisme</i> among their blogs visited directory will not have a boobs 'n tummies icon on their home page, lolz. No joke actually. Flickr (where i was just going to dump these drawings) wouldn't upload the nudes! Or else they would have changed my family friendly rating! So, this blog post instead.<br />
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Since my latest painting is almost (but not quite) finished - not yet ready to show - and since it might be handy for me to have a record in this blog of how my drawing has developed over time, i thought i'd pop a whole bunch of oldies here, just for the record.<br />
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And also this post is a follow-up from <i>Brett's Ghost</i> in the dark last time. The terror of blank page. The aversion to being judged. I figure whacking out a lot of learner's stuff, warts and all, will simply swamp any possibility of contriving an 'arty' image. It's what psychologists call 'flooding' when treating phobias.
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I'll follow up with some old portrait attempts in another post soon, just to finish my 'treatment'. Then all my amateurism will be out in public and i can just get on with muddling through into the future in my own flawed way.<br />
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<b>UPDATE</b>: Have just returned from the theatre. During the play my mind wandered. The thought hit that, like Flickr, Blogspot may want to change my status from family-friendly too. They may insert one of those Adult Content warnings when visitors first try to enter my blog. So i think i had best take down any image containing representations of breasts over the next few days. I'll replace each of them with links to my Pinterest account where i can post these harmless sketches with impunity. Sigh.<br />
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.Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-17126381150523767732012-08-28T19:27:00.000+10:002012-09-14T18:10:00.324+10:00Painting in the dark<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This portrait was painted in the dark.<br />
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Because I haven't been able to paint for months. I've been daunted by the blank page. A blank canvas seems a mountain i just cannot climb. Have i simply run out of ideas? Motivation? Bravado?
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It is as if i have been as if frozen, trapped in a torpor, paralysed by self-doubt. No, it's not that i didn't have ideas or desire to work. It's that i was intimidated by the task. The responsibility of producing a 'good' painting was too great.<br />
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And along comes fellow post-grad student, Bec, who is exploring the notion of liberation from self-critical thinking during the process of painting. She is doing this through contour drawing and painting while looking away from the canvas. She has tried painting in low light as a gambit. So after we talked about, i was fired up enough to give it a try.<br />
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The process went as follows. After setting up the canvas and squeezing some Titanium white, Ultra Blue, Prussian blue, Cerulean, Viridian, Lemon Yellow and Indian Red onto a white plastic picnic plate (my disposable palettes), i went and turned out the lights in my studio. I found my way back to the easel with a torch, picked up palette and brush, and turned off the torch. I could just make out the shape the canvas in the gloom. When i looked at my palette, all the colours had turned to globs of black and grey.<br />
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I set to work to paint Brett Whiteley's features from recollection. I also carried a query in my head re Brett post postmortem. What might the ghost of Brett look like? Could i touch his presence in dark?<br />
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I guesstimated where the bits should be located on the canvas. Very quickly the blobs of black and grey on my plastic plate merged to become a dog's breakfast of vague grays. I pressed on. I could only gauge how loaded the brush was by the resistance as bristle dragged through paint, the weight at the business end as i lifted it to canvas. Sometimes i heard a splat as excess flipped off and smacked onto the canvas as i worked in haste. Whatever image was emerging in the dark, i was not responsible. I stabbed and slashed and squiggled. And then stopped to turn on the light.<br />
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Surprise. An image that had a rawness about it. Non-realist. Expressive. Parts were satisfying. Other parts silly or dead. The whole didn't hang together. So i poured on some gum turps to let osmosis fill in the gaps. A mistake, in hindsight. It killed off much of the immediacy and freshness.<br />
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But for better or worse, here it is, warts and all.<br />
Art or a mess, interesting or silly, i don't care.<br />
It's what happened in the dark.<br />
I've called it <i>Brett Whiteley's ghost</i>. A visitation in my darkness.<br />
Hopefully it will kick-start some deliberate work in coming weeks.<br />
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In the meantime, i've started some art-related 'busywork'. I've stared a Pinterest blog <a href="http://pinterest.com/harrykentart/">HERE</a>. It enables me to gather together drawings and paintings i like and are influential on my own creative practice. It enables me to share my passions and my work among a growing online art community. If you too have an art Pinterest board i'd love to connect up!<br />
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<br />Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-64910498416684850512012-08-06T12:45:00.000+10:002012-08-06T13:01:43.068+10:00Harry Kent art published in Singapore<br />
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Two of my paintings have recently been reproduced and published in a monograph <i>Big difference in a small world </i> by publication Art Director, Desmond Kon.<br />
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<i>Big difference in a small world</i> is a research study report by Peggy Leong Pek Kay into the job satisfaction and retention of almost 400 pre-school teachers from over 100 schools in Singapore. </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The art direction for this 124 page A4 monograph was done by Desmond Kon<span style="color: #999999;"> <span style="line-height: 20px;">Zhicheng-Mingdé</span>. </span>Desmond, himself an artist and poet, <span style="color: #999999; line-height: 20px;">has edited more than ten books and co-produced three audio books. His work in entertainment and lifestyle journalism has taken him to Australia, France, Hong Kong and Spain.</span><span style="color: #666666; line-height: 20px;"> </span></span></div>
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Desmond has done a fine job putting together a quality publication that showcases arresting and expressive artwork from a broad range of excellent artists. I am honoured to be included among them.<br />
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The surprise is that the artwork is interspersed through an education research report. There is no direct linking of text to the art images. Rather, the two inhabit parallel worlds. And yet the overall effect is to humanize the statistics and analysis contained in the report and to somehow illustrate a key theme of report itself - the worth of human endeavour.</div>
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This brings to four the number of publishers who have discovered my work on line and went on publish reproductions.<br />
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Kosmos in the USA (see <a href="http://tachisme.blogspot.com.au/2012/01/harry-kent-in-kosmos-journal.html">HERE</a>)<br />
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Last week i chanced across a Youtube clip of my work at <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieJXEk0zD2k">www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieJXEk0zD2k</a> !<br />
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Seems Dmitry Dreizin, using his immense musical knowledge, aptly set my work from Saatchi Online <span style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">to music, and unbeknownst to me posted it on the web late last year.</span><br />
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I did so enjoy my visit to the Saatchi Gallery, London, last year. The exhibition space was astonishing and the work on exhibition totally stunning.<br />
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reveal the top of the skull, which was then opened up with a saw, disclosing
the brain ... the brain was taken and placed in formalin so that,
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As you know, I had made Brett's hair a motif in many of the drawings and paintings in this Whiteley series. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I had gotten to know the angle of his nose, its bridge and bulbous end, his straight mouth and cleft chin. My acquaintance had become somehow intimate and personal. </span></div>
Then i read that they desecrated his corpse, that they peeled back his scalp, that they sundered the curly hair he was so proud of. That they pickled his brain.<br />
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My intial shocked response drew a few quick charcoal/acrylic drawings.<br />
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I combed - literally, with a wide tooth comb - through his brain where his hair should been.<br />
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The work that followed (below) turned out as a rather adolescent piece of kitsch. But it started out as an experiment in process. I was searching for some
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I had embedded red and blue party balloons, each containing small quantities of red paint, into a mix of plaster, PVA glue, and cotton threads ... hoping that shards of plaster and shreds of balloon would end up dangling from the gun wound. I also hoped that the outward explosion of paint would register and be read by the viewer for the violent painting event that gave it life.</div>
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However, all didn't go well. The agency of media asserted itself, this time against my intentions. The board did not consist of splintery timber but was a 20mm thick piece of flooring particle board i had happened to have at hand. The result was that three shots from a 20 gauge firing 6 shot at 25 meters simply blew a hole through it. It punctured balloons but not explosively. The plaster was too brittle and simply blew away. I returned home with a failed experiment.</div>
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But i wanted to keep learning from what i had at hand and so i filled the blast hole with red and purple waterbomb balloons, allowing them to protrude as a cluster of organic lobes. I contrasted the tenderness and fragility of balloons with sharp-edged steel medical instruments. I framed the piece in polished 0.8mm aluminium sheet, searching for a contrast between the 'organic' and the metallic, between the 'human' and 'medical'. But I lacked the tools and technique for cleanly cutting out a rectangle in sheet metal without distortion.</div>
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During which time i have survived a car collision in tact (a young man drove through a red light at speed, flashed across the front of me, i hit the anchors but still nudged him and spun him round while he ripped off my front fender).</div>
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To top it off this blog was declared public enemy number one by Google. Since end of June web searches that turned up tachisme.blogspot.com were told by Google that "This site may harm your computer or damage your mind" or some such. Seems their crawler didn't like a linked image of Bob Dylan, now removed. Western civilisation is once again safe.</div>
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So what next? I don't know. I have images in my head but can't face my studio. I think i'm just wearied by the whole academic process of painting for assessment. I have come to believe that painting belongs in art schools, not universities. Painting belongs to practitioners, not academics. Let universities research and teach art history, art theory and art criticism, but let art schools and artist communities teach the praxis. </div>
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(Prophetically enough, i see in this weekend's <em>The Weekend Australian Review</em> that Savill Art Galleries is offering Whiteley's <em>Seagull</em> (1988) for sale - the painting featuring a large white breaking wave).<br />
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... but also his whole life. This was a life not so much writ on water as one of walking on water. Indeed, waltzing on water. He saw painting as riding a fluxus, the artist as one who who plumbs the unconscious to retrieve its pearls as images, arts culture as a pool of illusions and tricks, and fame a wave to be surfed.<br />
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The image i have created contains a touch of surrealism as homage to Whiteley, the Australian Surrealist. It contains an elbow from Salvador Dali, the Sorcerer's Apprentice from <em>Fantasia (</em>battling the odds of mad and mystic water), and Schubert's Erlkönig wooing us away.<br />
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Daedalus-like, quietly he sank one night in Thirroul.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But it was not defeat for i also</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> see him dance Zorba's dance of triumph-amid-catastrophe in the deserts of the heartland.</span> </span><br />
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As i watch Zorba, i see Brett as Bob Dylan's <em>Mr Tambourine Man</em><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;">"to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free<br />Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands<br />With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves<br />Let me forget about today until tomorrow."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ah, but we who remain have not forgotten.</span><br />
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<br />Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-87676560319921263022012-04-27T21:52:00.000+10:002012-07-05T12:04:32.613+10:00Brett Whiteley holds court<span style="color: black;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Kent,<em> Brett Whiteley holds court</em>, acrylic on masonite, 73x87cm</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">'Brett did have a genius. A genius for self promotion ... That's what his great genius was for --- creating the myth of Brett Whiteley'. [Jeff Makin]</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">'His great talent was for painting but it was not enough. It was never enough. He needed total attention'. [David Millikan] </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">James Gleeson wrote of Bett's 'aesthetic integrity being swamped by showmanship'. 'He is an actor masquerading in a cultural charade'. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">It was all theatre, the white BMW with BW numberplates, the red camellias he placed under the wipers, the black or white costumes, the sad-eyed addicted wife ... People loved the white suits and the rag-top BMW. They loved the bare bottoms on the beach, the auto-erotic touch, the idea of the artist as an act ... He was mobbed by schoolchildren, recognised wherever he went'. [Hilton & Blundell]</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">'From early on he was taken up by the glitterati, shallow people who responded. Then came the money-making exercise. It was pretty sad'. [Frank Watters]</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">all quotes from Hilton, M. & Blundell, G., <em>Whiteley: An unauthorised life</em>, Macmillan: Australia.</span><br />
<br />Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-4233029765412518612012-04-22T12:58:00.000+10:002012-04-22T13:00:51.554+10:00Brett Whiteley in the abstract<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Kent, <em>Brett Whiteley inspired</em>, oil on canvas, 46x60cm</td></tr>
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<strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">"A painting is a record of the extremely intensified moments of life - where more than one space, two senses of time, more than the law even seems to work, where the emotional forces seem to be propelling one to a dangerous limit, where reason and explanations become too enfeebled or too speeded up to matter." </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Brett Whiteley</span></strong><br />
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Why does Harry keep banging on about Brett Whiteley? Isn't it time he switched to some other theme? <br />
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Well, one reason i haven't is that i still find plenty of motivation to pick up a brush when i mull over 'Brettness'. <br />
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But another is that many of my drawings and paintings, though entitled with 'Brett Whiteley' in the title, could be about anybody. The physical likeness is pretty loose at the best of times.<br />
In these most recent paintings likeness has been abandoned altogether. These are abstract figurative works - experimental, Expressionist, free-style, gestural. They nevertheless purport to be portraits but quite possibly are not. This very problem was raised for discussion during my Fukushima series <a href="http://tachisme.blogspot.com.au/2011/05/expressive-mark-making-and-likeness-in.html">here</a> in May of last year.<br />
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I title them Brett Whiteleys because i had him and his life and art in mind as i worked. But viewers (if i still have any) should feel free to retitle them as they please. What's in a name?<br />
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<span style="color: black;">.</span>Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-84851738938076818872012-04-20T09:14:00.000+10:002012-09-03T14:09:13.706+10:00Brett Whiteley remembers<br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: inherit;">'Memory is a wilful dog. It won't be summoned or dismissed
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howling and it can make you smile.’</span></div>
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So i thought about Brett's memories, especially those of Wendy and of his heyday in the 1970's ... memories in the midst of his isolation and depression in the 1990's.<br />
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I wanted an image that did both - suggested Brett 'howling' and suggested Brett 'smiling', as the wilful dog came and went.<br />
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Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-46844852181498030102012-03-07T11:29:00.003+11:002012-03-07T11:34:29.187+11:00Brett Whiteley ponders fate<span style="color: black;">.</span><br />
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</div>I'm seeking to make non-conventional images about an unconventional painter - my own images that express something of my own sense of the man and his art.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Why paint this way? I'm searching for expressive power and freshness. I'm turning to pure colours straight from the tube, mixing only on the canvas, for freshness and saturation. I'm turning to colour to carry emotion rather than produce accurate physical likeness. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How to render hair in a way that is not simply 'painting in'? How instead to trust in the agency of the medium to supply a myriad of marks which suggest hair texture? How to rely on plastic qualities of oil paint like paint viscosity, fluid dynamics of solvents, effects of suction and gravity? How to do enough yet not do too much?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>This painting is part portrait and part Rorschach. It was made the same way an inkblot is made. <br />
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Its ambiguous marks rely on the viewer to read form and meaning into the work. <br />
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Without the viewer this portrait would not be complete.<br />
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So thank you, gentle viewer, for visiting this blog and finishing this portrait for me.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"></div>Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-50034777696442485512012-03-04T08:58:00.005+11:002012-03-06T19:12:29.419+11:00Brett Whiteley tangled up in blue<span style="color: black;">.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><strong>"I became withdrawn<br />
The only thing I knew how to do<br />
Was to keep on keeping on </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><strong>l</strong></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><strong>ike a bird that flew<br />
Tangled up in blue."</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Bob Dylan, <em>Tangled Up In Blue</em></span><br />
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This is a series of 16 monoprints in oil on 29.5x42cm A3 Canson Oil Sketch 290gsm paper.<br />
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Although i call it monoprinting, actually sixteen impressions were made from a single image painted by brush onto plastic sheet. Impressions were taken by hand using an linoprint roller. Therefore pressures were inconsistent from one print to the next. I regarded that as a plus rather than a minus for it introduced some random vagaries that stopped the whole exercise simply becoming mechanical. <br />
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They are intended to viewed as a single work that traces the fading of image from heavy impasto until only a ghost remains. If ever exhibited, they would be hung beside each other in a horizontal run along a wall at face height. Or maybe in 4 x 4 grid 118 x 168 cm as a single work.<br />
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Not so visible in photographs is the Viridian of the shadow side of the figure's face. However, it virtually spent by the 6th printing.<br />
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The dominant colours however are Ultramarine and Prussian Blue contrasting with the red-orange of the figure's hair. Brett Whiteley had red hair in real life though the colour has now taken on symbolic overtones for me. In my iconography his red hair repersents his passion and creative fire. Ultramarine is Brett's wild blue yonder where all things are possible while Prussian Blue is the darkness in his soul.<br />
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As the series advances the fire is gradually extinguished and darkness subsumes the figure.<br />
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As i worked, i also had my earlier drawing <em>Brett Whiteley fades away</em> in mind which was a response to a critic's comment:<br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><strong>"there is something unsettling in the way the BWS [Brett Whiteley Studio] is part gallery and part shrine to the memory of man who was once vital, and then faded away."</strong></span><br />
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You can read the resulting discussion <a href="http://tachisme.blogspot.com.au/2012/01/brett-whiteley-fades-away.html">here</a>.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">.</div>Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-60670669971108097522012-02-28T15:40:00.007+11:002012-03-03T17:43:25.381+11:00Brett Whiteley in Ultramarine<span style="color: black;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Kent,<em> Whiteley in Ultramarine</em><br />
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Brett Whiteley loved Windsor & Newton Ultramarine. <br />
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In some of his most iconic paintings one drowns in a Sydney Harbours of blue, looking for splashes of white - a yacht, a bird, a palm - on which to cling so that, Alice-like, we aren't sucked down into some surreal world. <br />
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I finally feel ready to move onto oils after my charcoals and inks in search of a vision of Brett . So this image is based on my <em>Brett Whiteley in lino</em> block prints [<a href="http://tachisme.blogspot.com.au/2012/02/brett-whiteley-in-lino.html">here</a>]. <br />
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It is actually a large monoprint with some subsequent adjustments by brush and solvents.. <br />
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Some days earlier i made a series of 16 monoprints in oil on A3 paper. They are intended to be viewed as a single work. I haven't been able to photograph and blog the set because of the danger of smudging the paint when handing 16 pieces at a time. And so i am posting this painting first although it follows on from them. <br />
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The bottom half of the background is actually Prussian Blue and i wanted the flame-haired Brett (following on from my <em>Brett Whiteley sees red</em> set below) to be be set against the darkness, both standing out against it and progressively being swallowed by it. Foremost in my mind was the tale of the passionate Aussie larrikin artist reduced to isolation and depression. <br />
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I crowded the head into bottom right corner, seeking a sense of 'being squeezed out the picture', of 'everything crowding in', of 'struggling to remain in the frame' of fame.<br />
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It is so hard to keep your flame burning when you are no longer flavour of the month.<br />
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</tbody></table>But this work is not chiefly about composition. It is very much about painterly mark-making and texture. In many ways, it is more a figurative abstract than a portrait. The the fresh primary colors and knobbly lavish paint-work is what first strikes the viewer when presented with the actual work rather than a photo.<br />
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This effect is heightened by the size of the work. While not huge, nevertheless a height of over a metre gives it a decided presence.<br />
<span style="color: black;">.</span>Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065694115454910742.post-21168328352017511532012-02-28T15:25:00.010+11:002012-03-02T12:03:43.236+11:00Brett Whiteley sees red<span style="color: black;">.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">His sister Frannie, in her biography of Brett, writes of his childhood sense of abandonment when he was sent to boarding school and when the marriage of his parents failed and mum left home. And his grief over the loss of some close friends in death such as Joel Elenberg. And in his final years his sense of isolation, loneliness, and depression.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In his younger years he had been an obsessive hoarder (birds eggs, stamps, money, soft drink) and later, hoarding firewood made him feel secure. No one has said he was a kleptomaniac but he did used to pinch stuff. Frannie records the small skull artifact he stole from a Balinese grave despite the taboo attached. Blundell, in his unauthorised <em>Whiteley</em>, tells of the time Brett bestowed a massive collection of art books on a friend in London - all previously stolen from a library and hoarded. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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When he met criticism or downright rejection of his work, he was cut adrift, disoriented, filled with despair ... filled with rage. Frannie records his sense of profound hurt when critics attacked him. She had seen him literally cry over harsh criticism. Instead of enjoying accolades after thirty-five years of hard work, in his final years he was bewildered as to why he should be dealt with so cruelly.<br />
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His wife Wendy once said that while he was nice to live with, he could be vicious and switch from gentle to hard in a second. <br />
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He painted about rage. Rage against the dying of the light. The rage of the baboon with its paws nailed to addiction. Protective fury over his paintings if they were damaged or threatened. Fury at being told what to do by others. <br />
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Brett Whiteley described Bob Dylan as ''the most satisfactory voice in pop, I think. There's sort of mango and Courvoisier and the best sort of hissing and low gravel Jewishness on it.'' (<a href="http://www.theage.com.au/entertainment/music/blowing-in-yet-again-20110414-1dffx.html">here</a>).<br />
But Dylan's importance for Brett Whiteley went beyond a mere appreciation of the voice. <br />
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His sister, Frannie, records in her biography [see below, p. 126] of Brett that <br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">"He found an intellectual and spiritual brother in this man, whom he eventually met almost thirty years later. Brett was obsessed with poet-musician Dylan ... He collected his albums and was intimate with every song as though they were speaking to him directly. He listened to Dylan almost daily for most of his life."</span><br />
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I believe that he discovered in the person of Dylan the kind of intuitive artist, gifted genius even, that he himself aspired to be ... a bringer of gifts from the gods. He saw in Dylan a kindred spirit writ large. In short, he idolized the man and the musician.<br />
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Brett Whiteley had himself always wanted the gift of music making. He had wanted to be a rock star. If he couldn't have the fame, notoriety and kudos that came with rock stardom, then he would live the life of a rocker as an artist.<br />
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Brett Whiteley played Dylan's music full bore as he painted. He hated silence. Couldn't work in silence. He even soundproofed his studio so that working in early hours would not attract complaints from the neighbours.<br />
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Back in 1967 Brett Whiteley moved to New York for a couple of years. He made his home in the crazy Chelsea Hotel. <br />
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The Chelsea Hotel was immortalized in song by Leonard Cohen with a song of the same name celebrating his tryst with Janis Joplin. At one time or another, Tennessee Williams, Thomas Wolfe and Gore Vidal had stayed there. The Mamas and the Papas and the Grateful Dead could be seen visiting. <br />
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It was also the centre of the Manhattan drug trade for artists, especially musicians.<br />
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The Chelsea Hotel was also where Bob Dylan lived in the 60's, where he wrote <em>Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands.</em> Brett kept a huge portrait of Dylan on the wall of his modest penthouse apartment there. It was an acquaintance and adoration that would last the rest of his days. <br />
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I sometimes wonder whether Brett Whiteley didn't style his Afro hairdo after Bob Dylan. Yes, Brett had naturally curly red hair that would grow into a mop when long (Donald Friend in his diaries described it as "a great frizzy 'Orphan Annie' halo"). But the shape and tight ringlets, and the comment someone made about how wiry and stark it felt to the touch makes me wonder if he maintained it using product to get 'the look' of his idol. Brett Whiteley's hair has become a motif for me in this series.<br />
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The 1967 is also when the rock musical <em><a href="http://www.allmusicals.com/h/hair.htm">Hair</a></em> blew us all away with the same free-wheelin', high-energy, experimental, counter-culture celebration that i believe marked Brett Whiteley's out-look.<br />
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Hilton & Blundell describe the occasion of Bob Dylan's 1986 Australia tour press conference. "Brett was frantic about what to ask his his hero. He sweated on it for weeks before the Great man arrived, while friends contrived to have Dylan's press conference held at Brett's 'stude' in Surry Hills."<br />
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Brett's circle said that he was thrilled to have Dylan there but also desperate for Dylan to respond and understand what he was on about. When finally it was Brett's turn to ask Dylan some questions, it was as if Brett believed a cosmic collision of personalities was about to take place according to Kate McClymont. She saw Brett as wanting verification from Dylan about his own sources of inspiration and his benediction. But this press conference did not deliver the public affirmation Brett had wished for that he and Dylan were inspired artistes together. <br />
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But better was to come. The following day Dylan came to the Brett's studio. They spent a couple of hours together looking at Brett's work and discussing painting. All his life Dylan's student, in those sweet hours he now found himself his hero's teacher.<br />
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On a 1990's recording of Brett Whiteley's favourite music, Dylan <a href="http://www.theage.com.au/entertainment/music/blowing-in-yet-again-20110414-1dffx.html">is heard to say</a> in an interview, <br />
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In this second version of my linocut i deliberately inked the cuts so that they would show, rather in the style of early German Expressionist woodcuts, while in the top version's printing i had masked out these cuts with paper to obtain clean areas of white. Which is better is a matter of taste.<br />
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This is my first excursion into the world of linocut block printing. I've never previously attempted either woodcut nor linocut. But the direction these ink and charcoal drawings have been heading has made me want to 'have a go', as we say in Oz.<br />
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Brett Whiteley himself produced 8 linocuts in his career. <br />
David Brigitte lists them<a href="http://www.artforum.com.au/vtopic1906.html&sid=65d100ba1c093d565ab94ae9315eef13"> here</a> as:<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">1. Waves, 1977, edition of 8 + A/Ps<br />
2. River 1977, edition of 8 + A/Ps<br />
3. River & Landscape 1977, Edition of 8 + A/Ps<br />
4. Fruit Dove 1980, edition of 25 + A/Ps<br />
5. Sydney Harbour by Night 1981, edition of 20 + A/Ps<br />
6. Light Globe 1981, edition of 10 <br />
7. Warming & Reading 1981, edition of 10<br />
8. Reading 1981, edition of 10<br />
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However, <a href="http://www.newportartworks.com/artists/david_preston/">reportedly</a> David Preston established Etchers Press in Brett Whitely's Reiby Place Studio in 1978 and subsequently created numerous linocuts and etchings for Brett Whiteley, John Olsen, Judy Cassab and Charles Blackman. <br />
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I started to play with colour but it lacks the starkness that attracts me to B&W.<br />
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Here is one of the lino printing blocks. I took more care with the direction of the cuts second time round.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">linocut block for <em>Brett Whiteley in lino II</em></td></tr>
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And finally, here is <em>lino II</em> slipped into a black frame with a double white matt.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Kent,<em> Brett Whiteley in lino II,</em> mounted.</td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;">.</span>Harry Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05025438150292484846noreply@blogger.com24