So again I have been in a creative block. I was reminded of the quote by artist Chuck Close regarding artistic inspiration.
“AMATEURS LOOK FOR INSPIRATION, THE REST OF US JUST GET UP AND GO TO WORK “
Can’t argue with that!!! So I called upon my formula for breaking paralysis… START WITH A DOODLE!
I have a wonderful portable watercolor kit created to take anywhere. A pouch filled with portable brushes and an assortment of wonderful pots of special paints. An inexpensive set of watercolors. Tiny tubes of gouache. Paper towels. And a 9″ x 12″ pad of cold pressed watercolor paper. Easy travel and easy clean up.
Here is the doodle and I really got into working and playing the colors and the liquid flow of the medium. And from the doodle two exciting and free expressive paintings.
I painted a still life (not my best work – done during my class in 2 hours). I started to play with it on my subway ride with my iPhone. Here’s the results:
original acrylic painting
My mission to engage people in creativity is finally happening! My painting classes at the Riverdale Senior Center have now begun their 3rd session!! This post is to show the incredible art from people who never painted before.
And a new student who is in the early stages of Alzheimer’s has joined. Robert is a professional artist who studied at the Art Students League. He has a studio upstate New York. However, since his mental decline he has not done art for a long time. I told him the first day that he is still an artist and he can create just like Monet when his eyesight went bad.
My painting classes are not about skill. I do not teach technique. There is a very spiritual connection to art and one student, Margery, has exceptional talent.
So here’s to Riverdale’s emerging artists. And please do not refer to them as seniors dabbling in art. Their work is fearless and vibrant. Totally alive and ageless!
The following are by Robert who has Alzheimer’s:
STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO
This is very difficult to write about. A fellow artist in the NYC Subway platform surrounded by his artwork. I didn’t notice the whole picture and just quickly dismissed him as a general homeless man. Then I really looked and felt my gut clench because I was staring at the true “starving artist “. I had a moment of fear and didn’t want to see this. It was painful. It could be me!! And let me tell you some months cash flow is not plentiful.
But I was drawn to his art. He was good and had talent. I fearlessly approached him and hoped I could tell him how good his art is. You never know if people are insane or if the art was stolen. What followed was the most engaging conversation with a talented fellow artist on hard times. At one time he was successful in Florida. He had traveled all over the world doing art. Studied at the National Academy of Art. This was a man on hard times showing his work no matter what. He wasn’t complaining about his situation. He wasn’t asking for MONEY. He was a very happy man sketching in the subway engaged in creating.
I am blessed to have met this fellow artist. The train came and we shook hands good bye. I felt D. E. Gayard was a true fearless artist. He blessed me that day. The only gift I can give this artist is to celebrate him on my blog and tell my followers and the internet world of his existence in the world of art.
Please pass this post to everyone you know. Spread the name and art of D. E. Gayard. Don’t let this special artist fall through the cracks of anonymity.
A friend wanted to know what art museums were good to go to in the city. She wanted to take a a out of town friend who loves art to a museum but she had no idea what art is about or where to take her. Of course she rattled off MOMA, the MET, and the Whitney. Some big names. I thought it would be interesting to have them over for tea and a chat on art and her friend could see my process as a professional artist.
SILENCE … followed by “She wants to see “real art”.
It’s a good thing I have a tough skin in these situations. However, this is not an isolated feeling from one person. The majority of people think living artists who are not making a fortune in the art market are not “real artists “. This is a very sad state of affairs today. And my friend actually purchased postcards of my art to use to write to people because she loved the painting.
ART DOESN’T HAVE TO BE IN A MUSEUM OR BE HANGING ON THE WALLS OF WEALTHY INVESTMENT BANKERS. ARTISTS DON’T HAVE TO BE STRANGE AND MYSTERIOUS LIKE BANKSY. BUT PEOPLE WANT TO SEE FAMOUS ART BECAUSE THEY NEED TO BE TOLD WHAT GOOD ART IS.
It’s not about taste or getting a feeling of the artwork, it’s the need to be told what is good art. If it’s in a museum it must be good. I have seen a lot of awful art in museums. I personally don’t like MOMA. I’m not into installation art. I never understand what the artist vision is in those long art speak descriptions they post. WHAT ARE THEY SAYING?? SPEAK TO ME IN WORDS THAT DON’T REQUIRE ME TO BRING A DICTIONARY TO THE MUSEUM!!
I received an email yesterday for an offer to buy a painting that was in the last show I did. This is what the email said:
“Hi I saw this brilliant painting of a field of sunflowers at sunset at the Riverdale Y show this past August. It is so full of energy – fiery like nothing else! And also very moody.”
This is why I paint. I want to engage the viewer to feel the emotion of the painting. My art comes from my soul and my life. My art is not a hobby. That is why I have to give it value and not underprice it just to sell. This painting had a lot of attention and people would try to bargain it down. I wouldn’t do it because it would have taken the value of it down. I can use the money but who I am is invested in that work of art. Money can’t be the issue in my art.
Today I realized that the pain of my childhood neglect and abuse is the value of my art. I dealt with a very painful childhood by staying in my room for hours drawing and shutting out the world. I don’t want to get into details but it was a very lonely life and I did try to kill myself at the age of 8. So it was bad. My mother left me with my grandmother who had mental illness and she would yell or hide in the dark kitchen ignoring me. She never fed me until my mom came home from work. This is when I went into my world of fantasy and started to stay in my room for hours drawing. I had no friends because they were afraid of my grandmother and it was a hoarder house. So this was my art school training. Self taught talent that got me accepted into the High School of Art & Design in 1966.
I must value my art. I have always put myself down because I never went to college. I never pursued my art and blocked it out for 30 years. Now I am out of the cave and have seen that my work is really good. Why would I undervalue it. It is very emotional to me and it is created not just for money but as the expression of who I am from the depths of my childhood pain.