I have been watching not only myself, but other artists. They start painting realistically, then move to a looser, more freedom based strokes realism, then this morphs into a series of shapes or smears of colour upon a plane that still clings to a realism basis, then next perhaps to a stage of painting pieces that are trying albeit desperately not to be paintings. Or the work gets caught ‘in between’ any of these stages of growth, for reasons as varied as the Canadian sunsets. Some painters group together, searching for identity and infamy in a secure unit, but ultimately sacrifice their own voice to that of a unified look or style.
If we look at painting in history, without the benefit of an
art degree in a dusty museum basement or cash endowed callousness of an art
critic, we see realism, different ways of painting realism whether it be
smudges or points of paint, abstract forms, then no forms whatsoever, then
painting as if a child once more. History has tried everything from brushing
the paint on, throwing it on, dropping it on, and even just not using much
paint, or no paint. From there artists seem to have moved into installation
work, ever looking for that ‘something new’ thing, using new materials, new
tools and new technology to achieve the same output with ever better results.
This then would be the basis for the long heard argument that
painting is dead. It is a dead technology, and an antique practise. Many persons
aren’t even sure why it’s still being done at all, and in fact although the
practise is enjoying a bit of resurgence in my generation and the one following
it, this does not mean it will continue forward into future history. This is
not mine to say.
My lament has no obvious response from this void; I am on
the edge of the same precipice as many artists, wondering “what now?” What should
I paint now? Is this any good? Why bother at all? Will anyone ever care?
I finger-painted again this afternoon, and thoroughly
enjoyed the experience. Does that make it art? I don’t know. When Picasso said
that he spent years learning to paint as a child again, does that mean it is
something that anyone should aspire too? Really? The other side of this coin is
the simple knowledge that as human beings we all need to grow up at some point,
and not be burden on society, but a functioning adult that works to move his
community forward into the future. Survival of the species will not happen by
clinging to childhood. Why thereon overtly celebrate the decline back to
childhood?
I’m just arguing the other side of an obvious coin, not
making grandiose assumptions or judgements. Neither of these contexts is here.
I saw painted canvases in the Picasso exhibition at the AGO
that were 100 years old; and that is inspiring to me. Someone thought them
important enough to keep all this time. And really, they are in pretty good
shape. Perhaps a few of mine will out survive me too.
Which then leads me along the train of thought that perhaps it
does not matter most what I paint, but is the fact that I do paint a point in
and of itself. I am living at a very exciting juncture in history; the turn of
the 21st century. Truth be known, our generation and both the one
before and the one after spend an inordinate amount of time looking backwards
to the turn of the previous century with fascination. However most persons don’t
seem to realize that we are those people; we are living through the same
relevant window in time just without and beyond that frame of reference. What
we produce now, what we learn now, what we achieve now, all will be looked back
on by future generations in fascination.
So what are we doing that is fascinating? What is painting
doing that is fascinating?
Is it just as simple as leaving behind images of our lives,
as we lived them? Is that the realm of importance that painting should reside
in? Where then is photography in this making of history? Installation?
Technology? How do we make art a
significant contributor to our culture? If our culture declines into oblivion,
and all future technology is unable to run or power antique forms of artwork
produced in the “height of the then technological age”, does it then leave it
to chance that paintings would be one of the only forms of artwork left to be
viewed as it was created, as it was intended?
Perhaps it is what we say with paintings? That cannot be
said with any other medium? Like what? Why? Or is it that there is almost
nothing left that requires that people actually use their hands – and not a
computerized tool, for example – that drives a select group of people to grab a
brush instead to create? Why a static image, when the world is in love with a
moving image? When the posters on the street talk back at you, why would anyone
choose a silent one that doesn’t move? Why would one create such an object? And
then why could it be memorable to a historian of the future, looking backwards
in said fascination?
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