When
I came upon the diary it was lying at the bottom of a rather battered red
cardboard box, in which as a small boy I kept my Eton collars. Someone,
probably my mother, had filled it with treasures dating from those days. There
were two dry, empty sea-urchins; two rusty magnets, a large one and a small
one, which had almost lost their magnetism; some negatives rolled up in a tight
coil; some stumps of sealing wax; a small combination lock with three rows of
letters; a twist of very fine whipcord, and one or two ambiguous objects, pieces
of things, of which the use was not at once apparent:I could not tell what they
belonged to. The relics were not exactly dirty nor were they quite clean, they
had the patina of age; and as I handled them, for the first time for over fifty
years, a recollection of what each had meant to me came back, faint as the
magnets power to draw, but as perceptible. Something came and went up between
us: the intimate pleasure of recognition, the almost mystical thrill of early
ownership- feelings of which, at sixty-odd, I felt ashamed.
Prologue The Go-Between. L.P.Hartley.
Nostalgia:noun. /nəˈstældʒə/ , /nɑˈstældʒə/ [uncountable] a feeling of sadness mixed with pleasure and affection when you think of happy times in the past a sense/wave/pang of nostalgia (definition in Oxford English dictionary)
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fragment of ivory silk with trailing threads reflecting the pale light of an
autumn afternoon, some dried yellowed leaves showing their skeletal veins, a
stray piece of torn paper with an incomplete phrase of dislocated words, the
scuffed or broken gilded plaster molding reflecting pale fire or the glimpse of
a segment of blue sky and white billowing clouds framed against rooftops or red
tiled eves ignites a small epiphany, like Proust’s famous Madeleine. The heart/mind latches on to these fleeting sensory moments when something interior
aligns itself to some exterior stimulus and the process of perception, memory and
imagination creates a series of associations between art and life that open
a space of contemplation in which the transcendent is immanent. We are transported to another dimension without leaving this
one through the door of the mind and the senses - an embodied rather than out-of-body experience- an 'incarnation'. Within this enclosed interior space there is paradoxically a window into infinity Within the ordinary and even banal snatches of everyday
reality a door opens to an augmented consciousness.
'Une Petite Madeleine de Proust': With acknowledgments to both Marcel Proust and Fauchon Patisserie, Paris. |
Cette expression fait allusion à ces petits actes, petits évènements, odeurs, sensations qui, brutalement, font ressurgir des tréfonds de notre mémoire de lointains souvenirs, souvent chargés d'émotion.
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Themes that seem to be emerging from the process of making collage and painting trompe l'oeil ..... art, religion and myth, collective history and personal memory, sacred and profane desire, mystery and metamorphoses, magic and illusion, inner and outer worlds and realities, aligned, hidden and/or revealed. Playful surreal juxtapositions emerge out of association, dissonance, dislocation, alignment, displacement, accident, intention.............
Themes that seem to be emerging from the process of making collage and painting trompe l'oeil ..... art, religion and myth, collective history and personal memory, sacred and profane desire, mystery and metamorphoses, magic and illusion, inner and outer worlds and realities, aligned, hidden and/or revealed. Playful surreal juxtapositions emerge out of association, dissonance, dislocation, alignment, displacement, accident, intention.............
The examples below are works in progress- everything in the larger images is painted in acrylic underneath with later oil paint 'interventions' on top although it gives the illusion of collage. The smaller images below are still experimental half collage/half paint with the two bottom ones entirely in a fluid state of collage.
'The Mirror and the Mask' would be perhaps a good title for an exhibition of these and around 5-10 more paintings I am working to be completed by the summer. The mirror can be a metaphor for painting/photography as it reflects reality through an illusion and the mask both hides the outer appearance, self or reality and reveals or projects another inner hidden one and involves trance like states, make believe or dreamworlds..........
Untitled : Acrylic, ink, gel medium transfer and oil paint. |
'The Cloud of Unknowing' acrylic, ink, gel medium transfer and oil paint. |
Titian: Penitent Magdalene. 1533 |
Elisabetta Sirani: 1638-64. Penitent Magdalene |
Over the summer I spent a week in Florence in a hands-on workshop with the restorer Chiara Mignani //www.florenceart.net/restoration/ learning about cleaning and restoring oil paintings on canvas. The aesthetic qualities of multi-layered surfaces which have been damaged and restored over time and the interventions of the present day with its new technologies into the fragile material body of an art work creates a heightened sense of the beauty and transience of material forms. These are also qualities I want to capture both in the process and final outcome of my own original paintings, which are themselves often initiated, worked on and then abandoned for several years before I 'rediscover' them and make further interventions into the existing layers, bringing out new and altered interpretations in response to earlier ideas and marks. These 'traces' reveal perceptual shifts over time like the facade of an old house that has many times had windows and doors opened up, bricked up, and then plastered over before being stripped and remodeled again in the present day.
The subject was a favorite of Baroque artists. This image combining death and desire, the sacred and profane, philosophical reflections and theatrical forms with Caravaggesque contrasts between light and shadow gave great creative and imaginative scope to artists within the format. The iconography of the cave, the skull, and the ointment jar, alluding to the biblical narrative, and the interior of the cave, with its intimate space bringing us up close to intense emotion of the face, contrasts with the distant mountainous landscape seen through the cave opening, framed by roots, branches and leaves, on either side of the figure. The spiraling vortex of the figure itself, half hiding and revealing the body in white and red robes, describes an asymmetrical cone of movement upwards along with the direction of the gaze, expressing a tension between both stability and dynamism as well as the complex, conflicted emotions of the Magdalene herself. Perhaps this tells us more about the painter and his/her intended audience between the 16th and 18th centuries in Italy than it does about the real or mythical character of Mary Magdalene as she appears in the biblical texts or traditional interpretations.