Yesterday my friend Perla came to Monte Vista (from Alamosa) to see the eye doc who is two blocks away from my house. We spent three hours talking. It was great. She’s an artist and a thinking person so the conversation was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful and even included a little time spent in my frowzy studio where I introduced her to lapis lazuli ultramarine. She is extremely talented and skillful in a wide, wide, wide variety of things, so I was surprised when I could show her something new. She understood totally when I explained that the paint is like a person to me, a person who wants to help me paint. She laughed, but she got it. I told her about my dream of owning lapis ultramarine with lapis from Afghanistan, and that I’d tried to buy some with my Christmas present money, but the upheaval in Afghanistan meant no one had it. “Don’t feel bad,” I said, “but all I could get is lapis ultramarine with lapis from Argentina.” She’s from Buenos Aires.
That’s when we went to my studio so I could show her the paint. She looked at the painting that’s on my easel drying, the painting of the storm — which she loved — and at the one that’s in progress. “That’s hard. I couldn’t do it.”
“I don’t know yet if I can,” I said. I was, at the time, showing her the lapis ultramarine by putting it on the canvas with my finger. She compared it to indigo which she’d seen growing — and which dye she had used — at her recent experience as an artist in residence at a farm in Arkansas, an experience she’d loved and that had given her great stories and much needed renewal. Jeans are died Indigo. It’s a great blue and in medieval times was used to replace lapis ultramarine for walls and manuscripts. Lapis ultramarine which was expensive and hard to get. There was even a FALSE Indigo, or woad Indigo, that came from a nasty plant that made the ground useless for anything else, it depleted the soil so completely and so rapidly. Still, it’s pretty amazing. Here’s a great explanation and visualization of the difference between real Indigo and Woad. I didn’t argue or “clarify.” There’s no way to know what another person sees when they look at a color AND we look for familiar shades and patterns all the time. The chart below is excellent. The top blue is synthetic ultramarine. They are all great blues. The featured photo of my work in progress is not color true because the underlying ground is not white, but this chart is.
The subject of representational vs. abstract art came up and Perla has always let me know what she wants me to do. I accept that — a push from a knowledgeable person can be helpful in defining direction and everyone’s free to reject it. But knowing her and her work, I listen. Yesterday she said, “You’re obsessed with reality.” That’s true. As a person who lives largely in my head, reality is an important question for me. I’m not a subjectivist; I believe there is an objective reality and that is why I love nature so much. It is what it is whether I recognize it or. not. I WANT to. But as we talked I realized that I don’t see a difference in my work between the stuff I do that’s representational and that which isn’t completely representational. Wanting a tree to look like a tree isn’t, to me, a bad goal because a living thing is only static until you start engaging with it. I quickly find there is more to it than what I recognize as a tree. I realized that I don’t think most of my “realistic” paintings are realistic.
We discussed another artist’s paintings — which are really beautiful nature paintings — and she said, “I don’t like them. Every little thing,” and she made as if she were painting with a tiny brush on a wall. I think his work is lovely, but not exactly what I would paint (obviously). I proclaimed my theory of art, that nothing in nature is what we see, but the life behind what we see. I didn’t add the rest of the idea which is that the life within everything inscrutable and answers to its own demands. The only response I have to THAT is gratitude to nature for letting me in on a little something from time to time.
But the point — to which we both agree — is that it’s all very personal, meaning to the person looking at the work, maybe buying it.
And, of course, we talked about what probably every two artists have spoken about together since the beginning of time. Which is why are we doing this? After looking at my paintings, she became a little frustrated with her work which is felted clothing. I listened while she worked that all out — she makes money from her work and I, obviously, don’t make money from mine. It isn’t that I don’t want to, it’s that no one sees it. So far in my life, when people see it, they buy it. We talked about marketing and promotion — she’s a good saleswoman and goes to shows and has her work in stores. But THAT? In any case if I want to sell at the Crane Festival next year (which I do) she’ll help me by loaning me panels so I can hang my work. Behind the conversation was the immense expense in even getting work out where people can see it and buy it.
It was great conversation, inspiring and fun. Then “What will you do if Trump is elected president again?”
“Perla, remember? We already have a plan. We’re going to Argentina.”
“That’s right Patagonia. Good. Good.” It was a wonderful, wonderful day. And THEN?
Wu Song appeared in the garden and this morning? Two more — Lao She and Pearl Buck. Three have emerged in the house this morning, as well. Looks like I’ll have beans after all. Thank you mysterious forces of the universe that combine a seed, dirt, water and light. They will be growing among several sunflowers who will help hold them up, attract bees and add general amazingness to the garden.
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“Nothing in nature is what we see, but the life behind what we see.”
I love that. It’s true and beautiful.
I was just thinking of the power under the earth, when I was in the hospital last week. I thought of how we put a seed in the ground, and water it or heaven waters it, and then a flower or green beans or tomatoes. It was a moment when I meeded to remember the power of God as I prayed to not have surgery, which I, thankfully and with praise, avoided. But it is interesting how our minds work when we are not distracted by phones and news. This is beautiful.
I’m so happy you didn’t end up needing surgery. We live in the midst of miracle and forget to look. I’ve had a hard time remembering that lately. 😦
That garden is a sign. It’s filled with hope and possibilities, as your beans have shown you
Yep. Those beans. ❤
Sounds like you and Perla had a great talk. And you had a good listen, too, while she talked. I’m glad you both have a back-up plan in case **I cannot even say his name** were to get elected again. Please don’t say that out loud too much. I don’t know what we have to look forward to, but surely, he cannot be it.
I try not even to think it. I don’t venture an opinion, either, about whether it can happen. I bet against it last time. I remember driving to Taos with Perla in 2016 and her deep concern about that and I said, “I can’t happen, don’t worry about it.” Boy, was I wrong…
This is a wonderful post filled with interesting conversation, deep thoughts and infinite wonder. If the unthinkable were to happen and history repeats itself, would you consider a third member of your relocation plan?? I’ve looked at Canada but Argentina sounds like more fun.
I’d go to Canada but I think my little income might go farther in Argentina. Check it out— it is really spectacular 😃
I need a Perla. I loved the depth of your conversation around colour. That is the biggest thing that holds me back in my weaving. Last time I had a wonderful conversation about colour was with a weaver on Salt Spring Island two years ago when we visited her studio. I’d love to have more of those conversations.
In my life, those conversations are rare. I force them on people here on my blog (though no one has to read it) but… Here’s a link to Perla’s website. Her use of color might inspire you. https://perlakopeloff.com
Thanks Martha! I checked out her site and she has an eye for colour. I think I may be able to draw some inspiration.
Yay! I was thinking this morning maybe looking at paintings (online?) might be inspiring, too. It inspires me sometimes. I don’t know what your goals are, but Fauvists and Colorists — that’s kind of their thing. On of my friends (she’s 97) is/was a well known colorist painter. It’s not a philosophy of art that I understand at all, but the products are beautiful. Here’s a video that shows some colorist paintings and explains the theory.
I do find looking at the colour in artwork inspiring. The weaver I spoke with recommended when stumped look to nature. Pick up a leaf or petal and examine the subtle shifts in colour. I haven’t looked a the video yet, but I plan on it. Thanks for sharing it.
Nature is the most wonderful source. ❤
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