I ordered brushes last week, and I have felt frozen since waiting for them to arrive. I’m used to thinking about things one at a time; a very simplistic method. I wonder when that happened. If we recorded our conversations we would have content. I read the letters written between Vincent and Theo. It consists mostly of boring accounts of financial problems and daily life, but scattered throughout are the insights Van Gogh had about painting. What is meaningful happens one at a time amidst waiting.
if Art is like Science then it has universal foundations (truth, if you will) which underpin it and may be reliably demonstrated repeatedly. If Art is like Religion then it has belief which supports it but lacks universality because Religion is faith-based and therefore not subject to the rigors of experimental method. When I began to paint in Seattle it was my desire to answer for myself which of these two Children of Philosophy to which Art was most closely related. I am still working on my answer, but 20 years of painting and thinking experimentally has taught me that the question, “what is Art?” is not a foolish one, and only fools believe it so.
My art has been sputtering along fitfully for the last few months as my time and studio space have been swallowed by the banality of life under a contractor’s construction regime. It is noisy and confusing and cramped. Perfect for writing angry urban poetry (which I refuse to do) but a disastrous environment for a process-oriented oil-painter with a fine-tuned instrument of a studio now become half living room and half animal habitat.
Yet I have persevered from time to time in making art, finishing a layer of color on one of my current crop called “manifold paintings,” and completing the initial drawing for my aerial view of the Conservatory of Flowers in Golden Gate Park. This will be the next in a series of paintings of structures in the park associated with the famous bridge. Today I hope to ignore the insistent hammering enough to wet my brushes again and feel like an artist for an hour.
Next time you hear from me here I shall hopefully have something to say. For now Hello and Goodbye.
I am Wolf of Wolfwerk in High Voltage Sunset, an aspirational gallery for hard-working art.