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Observations about artists new and old.

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JMW Turner’s Secret Love

Rarely have I seen a sunset or sunrise depicted by a painter that does not touch on gooey sentimentality, akin to the sensation of a child’s hand on one’s arm, warm but sticky.

 JMW Turners Secret Love Marty McCorkle Fine Art

The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last Berth to be broken up. Oil painting on canvas. By JMW Turner.

Kitsch painting relegates images of the sun’s risings and settings to the corny, exemplified in the ubiquitous beach sunset painting hung over a plastic wrapped couch next to a plastic wrapped lampshade.

But something places Turner’s paintings solidly in the realm of the significant, the ennobled. Looking at Turner’s initially improbable depictions of atmosphere one learns to see the haze, ambiance, spectral glows surrounding one every day—so much one may not have seen or valued before.

Secrets in the Magic Show

Observing a painter’s techniques is like looking over the back of a boat at its propeller wash to understand its engine. Style remains prop wash, drawing wide attention but not explaining the artist’s internal machinery.

Like most artists, I hunt out the trick behind other artists’ magic show to add to my own vaudevillian pavilion of technique and philosophy. Painting, unlike the illustration of an idea or editorial piece, explores a concept rather than declaring an opinion. Painting’s a sloppy affair, like groping for the light switch in a blackened room of paint buckets.

So what hidden headwaters fed Turner’s imagery without souring it with the saccharine?

I believe that Turner gave away the secret of his resistance to the sentimental on the morning of his death when he summarized in words what he had been repeatedly Continue reading “JMW Turner’s Secret Love” »

Artist Manding Toleza Works in the Abstract

Armando “Manding” Toleza, an abstract artist residing here in Calbayog City, has completed the painting “Sublime”, which he plans to enter in a regional art competition here in the Philippines.

“Sublime” glows with brilliant blues, and the gold T-shape reminds me of Continue reading “Artist Manding Toleza Works in the Abstract” »

Henri Matisse & Higher Truths in a Goldfish Bowl

Out of his wheel chair, Henri Matisse jumped for joy through his art, rocketing him into the avant garde. How did he energize the art scene from his bed?

 Henri Matisse & Higher Truths in a Goldfish Bowl Marty McCorkle Fine Art

Goldfish Bowl. By Henri Matisse. Oil painting on canvas.

We Americans are a jumpy folk. We just can’t sit still. Our crisis lifestyle generates a permanent sense of urgency. Most of us can’t afford the time necessary to even allow the proper contemplation of a gold fish bowl.

Few of us have learned to take a breather and develop peace to enough sit quietly with ourselves, a skill set still found in the slower economies such as here in the rural parts of the Philippines. Not that goldfish bowls are a focus of meditation here. Just that a more relaxed, ‘let’s do it when it’s cooler’ attitude prevails.

A Liver or a Deader?

Over Christmas holidays, I had spent— in American fashion— two weeks sick in bed with a “must get better, got too many things to do” attitude. I finally relented, letting Continue reading “Henri Matisse & Higher Truths in a Goldfish Bowl” »

Andy Warhol Fame: Drop His Formula & Create Your Own Hollywood

Yes, the super intuitive, super gay & super fabulous Andy Warhol woke fame up life like a dreamy hunk from slumber, but deary, current artists can now drop these antique notions about how news media and fame work and create their own fabulous Hollywood.

 Andy Warhol Fame: Drop His Formula & Create Your Own Hollywood Marty McCorkle Fine Art

Andy Warhol statue in Union Square in NY. He toted bundles of cash and jewelry in his nondescript medium brown paper bag, insisting that no one would think to steal such a pedestrian item.

Recently, a gaudy silver statue was unveiled in NY for that art world wonder, Andy Warhol. Appropriate, since silver, as all gay men know, is the new black.

For Andy Warhol, Hollywood was a silver screen heaven allowing members only (not the jacket, dear, keep up) where the glamorous would be eternally famous—none of this fifteen minutes business doled out to the unwashed masses—but an elated state of floating, like one feels after spending a Saturday with Liz Taylor in her beach house in the late 1960s.

The whir of movie cameras, a far rarer phenomenon in the 1960s than now, brought Any Warhol a little closer to that exalted, magical Hollywood. Whether pointed at him or his super models, the camera meant glamour, a term   Continue reading “Andy Warhol Fame: Drop His Formula & Create Your Own Hollywood” »