Landscape Interlude, Pigment, and Hard Rock

This is an 11x14 landscape from Stratton Road I did a couple weeks ago, followed by a more recent 8x10 pastel looking up Luce Road.

Macfarlane writes that "Geology...is intimate with the history of painting; in oil paintings of landscapes, the earth has been pressed into service to express itself."  He is referring to pigments.

Here's another, possibly more profound thought: "Contemplating the immensities of deep time, you face, in a way that is both exquisite and horrifying, the total collapse of pasts and futures too extensive to envisage.  And it is a physical as well as a cerebral horror, for to acknowledge that the hard rock of a mountain is vulnerable to the attrition of time is of necessity to reflect on the appalling transience of the human body.

Yet there is also something curiously exhilarating about the contemplation of deep time.  True, you learn yourself to be a blip in the larger projects of the universe.  But you are also rewarded with the realization that you do exist--as unlikely as it may seem, you do exist."

House Face

Did I tell you that I love to draw?  This is a 9x12 charcoal and pastel drawing of the face of a house in Lambertville, NJ.   I couldn't wait until tomorrow to post it.

Washington Avenue

The above is an 18x24 oil of Washington Avenue near Sterling Place in Brooklyn.   I did a preparatory (as it turned out) pastel earlier of the same view.   It's just a quick glance (though it took me several days to paint that glance) to the right down the street before looking ahead and crossing with the light.

House Sketch and a Mountain of Disjunction

Just a sketch.  No need to worry.

I am reading another book by Robert Macfarlane, Mountains of the Mind.  "What we call a mountain is...a collaboration of the physical forms of the world with the imagination of humans--a mountain of the mind... Mountains--like deserts, polar tundra, deep oceans, jungles and all the other wild landscapes that we have romanticized into being--are simply there, and there they remain, their physical structures rearranged gradually over time by the forces of geology and weather, but continuing to exist over and beyond human perception;  they have been imagined into existence down the centuries... A disjunction between the imagined and the real is a characteristic of all human activities."

True painting is about that disjunction between the imagined and the real.

House

An 11x14 charcoal and pastel drawing of a house on Route 2 in North Adams, MA.  You can't get housier and more triangular than this.   A first step towards true painting.

Route 2 III

This morning I found true painting for a moment.  Now to move on to the next painting.

Another Route 2

8x10 pastel.  Just like Matisse, I am in search of true painting, so I think I will do this one again.  I saw the exhibition at the Metropolitan this weekend.   Early on Matisse would do a second painting to advance beyond the first.  Later in his career, he would keep painting it over and over again until he was satisfied.  Presumably, he washed away what he did the day before, since the final version shows no evidence of earlier efforts.

Route 2

The above is an 11x14 charcoal and pastel drawing;  I am working on an 8x10 pastel painting of the same.  It depicts Route 2 in North Adams, MA, with some melting snow on a sunny day.  Still not sure if I am on the right route.

Lambertville

 A couple weeks ago I started to explore Lambertville, a small city on the Delaware with many beautiful nineteenth century houses.  The above is an 11x14 charcoal and pastel drawing.  I used pastel to get a different kind of gray on the right wall.

Experiment

We can call this an experiment, a 9x12 drawing in charcoal and pastel.  It depicts the 3rd Avenue bridge crossing the Gowanus Canal.

Carroll and Nevins

Today I had the unoriginal idea of adding a color or two to a charcoal drawing.  I think I will pursue this idea.  The above is a 9x12 charcoal and pastel drawing.

Run Don't Look

An 8x10 pastel of a location near the Grand Army Plaza in Brooklyn.  Run, don't look.  The cars will get you otherwise.

Two Houses

An 8x10 pastel of the two houses on Carroll Street.

Washington Avenue and Barefoot Eyes

An 8x10 pastel.  One has to remain simple at 8x10.  Fortunately the original looks better than the photo image.

Macfarlane writes, "It is true that I remember the terrains over which I have walked barefoot differently, if not necessarily better, than those I have walked shod.  I recall them chiefly as textures, sensations, resistances, planes and slopes: the tactile details of a landscape that often pass unnoticed."

I am working with my barefoot eyes.

1st and 6th

This is what I have been working on the last couple days: a view of the corner at 1st Street and 6th Avenue in Brooklyn, 18x24 in oil.

Here's Macfarlane on reading surfaces:  "For [Mark] Twain the river was a capricious text, which punished literalists and allegorists alike for the fixities of their interpretations.  Horace Bixby, the veteran steamboat captain who apprenticed Twain, taught him the need to read surface for depth: how small perturbations might infer large submerged truths: the 'long slanting line' that suggested a reef which would 'knock the boat's brains out'."

Of course, I interpret this like reading the surface of vision and the working surface of paper or canvas. Both contain depth with hidden truths.