24.10.08

A Comparison of Abstract Landscapes: From Realistic Representation to Intuitive Voice

by Pamela Bendio



A landscape artist must start with the descriptive scene before him: trees, fields, water, mountains, buildings, and other elements that capture a particular place and moment in time. The accurate depiction of these landmarks makes the view recognizable. Underlying the faithful representation of the outer form is another layer of reality. A non-objective abstract artist transcends the obvious replication of form and instead uses his skill to explore the energy, spirit, or feeling of what he “sees” by giving an intuitive voice to that underlying layer of awareness. We too should be able to enter into this insightful reality with clarity through observation of the artist’s choice of medium, composition, line, shape, color, and value.

Comparing the work of two American artists, McChesney: born in 1913 and Woelffer a year later in 1914, we can see how both artists have selected to portray a landscape as a non-objective abstract, leaving logical reality and instead, communicating a relationship with a more instinctive or mystical realm. Individually they have used a similar limited palette of colors: gold, black, white and red in the medium of oil on canvas to share the feeling or essence of the places they were familiar with. Here the similarity of choices diverges. The spirit or energy of Mexico provided McChesney with a different experience than Woelffer had in Italy. Each artist needed to find a way to express that particular awareness with an intuitive voice.

In 1952, Robert McChesney painted his abstract landscape titled “Mexico B14” in oil on a large, 42 x 58 inch, rectangular canvas in the landscape format. The painting is dominated by swirls of irregular organic shapes and earthy colors of gold, deep red, and black. These colors appear translucent in some areas and more opaque or denser in others. Black flowing linear designs seem to appear and disappear under these colorful forms, depending on the application of the paint, giving a sense of movement and depth. The canvas is noticeably divided in half by vertical lines just to the right of center. Less obvious is an “X” pattern where colors at one end of the diagonal are reflective of the colors at the opposite end. The top and bottom of this painting also show a similar reflection making it feel balanced. In this open composition, both colors and shapes seem to move off the edges of the canvas. The application of color is so flowing that there appears to be an absence of brush strokes. The unprimed canvas is left exposed in areas providing a background of contrasting white. McChesney uses a brighter gold and adds a stronger presence of dark red than is found in Woofer’s work.

An island off the coast of Italy and the city of Forio became the subject of Emerson Woofer’s abstract landscape in 1959 titled “Forio”. This painting, also done in oil on a rectangular canvas is 46 x 35 3/8 inches. It was done in a portrait format. Strong vertical, horizontal, and diagonal strokes made with a wide brush form a deep black textured square sitting above the painting’s center. A small white square sits inside the black square, also above its center line, but it was added while the black paint was still wet and thick - becoming impure in the process by picking up the darker pigment. It vies to be the focal point with the monumental form behind it. These geometric shapes are surrounded by an expanse of gold painted thinly over a gray primed canvas - which cools the tone of the whole piece. Similar whitish shapes were also dabbed into the gray/gold beneath the commanding square flanked by black ones below them. Smudges of gray and drops of black are seen above and below the main focus. Only on close inspection does one notice the small band, at the top of the painting, of a lighter color and bright gold strokes that look similar to Arabic writing. The contained composition is bordered with a thin line of dull red.

The combination of the artist’s selections allows McChesney’s “Mexico B14” to pull us into a panoramic view swirling with the heat of unbounded passion and a shadowing of shifting unrest over a parched reality. There is a visceral and raw sensual feeling about it. We become aware of movement, as if we were above the earth and seeing clouds moved by the wind across the sky in shape-shifting streams of color with the earth sometimes visible and sometimes not. McChesney accomplishes this by the use of flowing colors swirling across the canvass and past its edges giving it an unbounded feeling from an atmospheric perspective. The unpainted areas of the canvas remind us of a land so parched that nothing grows there. The bright gold against the red creates the heat of passion. The black pigment moves over the brighter colors in a disturbing way which speaks of unrest. The vertical lines to the right of the paintings center resembles a spine and the organic shapes described by the linear designs below it embody a pelvis while those above give the impression of cascading hair - all of which when seductively draped in transparent reds and black give the feeling of sensuality and passion – of blood or the essence of life. The movement is communicated by the linear designs being seen under the transparent colors and then lost under the denser areas. More subtle is the movement portrayed in a crossed diagonal pattern creating a dynamic oblique relationship to the whole of the composition. This same technique that provides movement also gives the painting symmetry which at once makes the vista exciting, overwhelming, and livable.

The artistic choices make by Woelffer in his landscape, “Forio” takes us to a disturbing place of isolating and repelling darkness which looks to be as much the prison-fortress as Alcatraz Island. Overall, there is a depressing, deadening, almost menacing or aggressive feeling. Goodness or life essence itself seems to be swallowed up in this dark place. It is as if the artist was warning us that you must know who you are before coming here or you could get lost. The horizon shows a glimmer of brightness and energy which is at once close enough to see but still too distant to touch. Woelffer accomplishes this reality with minimal art. The heavy application of paint inside the sharp exterior angles of the large square creates the feeling of aggressiveness. The blackness lends itself to a deadening and a heavily depressive atmosphere. That this dominating square sits above the center of the painting gives it a disturbing, off-balanced almost floating sensation. It also lies under the horizon line and that makes it earth-bound. The echoing of this placement, of the white square within the black, acts like an exclamation point to this statement. The tainting of goodness or the depletion of life force is depicted by the application of the white on wet black paint so that the purity of the white is diluted and almost overwhelmed by the assimilating black pigment. This theme continues in the juxtaposition of smaller whitish shapes being trapped between the large black square and the smaller, but powerful black ones below them. The gray/gold spreads itself around the prison-fortress in its coldness, firmly establishing the impression of isolation. That notion is reinforced by looking to the horizon where the bright city lights on the coastline depict the gaiety or energy of its nightlife which can be seen in the distance but not partaken of.

The landscape that McChesney experienced and gave voice to and the one that Woelffer shared with us - gave expression to the energy or spirit of what they saw and felt. Those impressions guided and shaped their individual choices of medium, composition, line, shape, color, and value. They have invited us step out of our comfort zone, to see reality at a layer that at first seems unfamiliar to us, because it has been stripped of realistic representation. The sensitive place inside us deciphers this layer with intuitive recognition. If we have not been to that geographic location, we can easily recognize the emotions that these paintings convey and in an instant, we can “see” what these artists saw and “feel” what they felt, as if we stood beside them – observing with them!

20.10.08

Public Sculpture of South Korea - Summer Abroad 2007

In the summer of 2007 I went on a Utah State University study abroad art program to Korea and China. Here are some of the photographs I took of the public sculptures I had an opportunity to see.


Infinite Possibilities

By Pamela Bendio

I am celebrating tonight!
Come and raise your glass
in a toast with me…
Let us drink life in deeply
and make our feet to
dance its dance…
moving easily
to its many rhythms…

Here is to all those moments
I pushed through the hesitation
and opened the door to
what scared me most…
somehow, finding the courage to
walk through and wrestle with
whatever was on the other side…
knowing, that if I was
true to myself, that I would
come away unscathed –
stronger and freer than before.

Here is to all the
Hard experiences
This life brings to me
And how tumbling through them
Knocks off all the rough edges
And makes of me a polished stone
In God’s perfect pocket…

Come and join me
In my celebration…
For my soul has awakened
to a divine intoxication
of wondrous possibilities –
mine and
yours!

Come, let us
drink life in deeply together
making our feet to dance to its
intimate and passionate rhythms of
infinite possibilities!

10.10.08

She Held Out Her Hand


Lost on the streets of Istanbul while searching for the Blue Mosque, I came upon a small, old mosque in disrepair with its doorways all boarded up.  Since I was not far from the Grand Bazaar where I had spent some time admiring the silk scarves, fabric, rugs, glass, drums, and other musical instruments, I was familiar with some of the items and their going rate.

Each vendor came out from his stall or storefront as was their custom, accosting the tourist with an ever-changing price in the barter banter that could be heard everywhere. These vendors watched each approaching person with great attention to see what bauble caught their eye, before exploding in a cacophony of all the reasons to buy, shamelessly moving from one potential buyer to the next. 

A young boy had seen me with my packages as I exited the Bazaar and inquired what I had paid for this or that, and then loudly proclaimed that I had paid far too much and must learn to barter better or hire someone like him to get the best price for me.

 Consequently, it was no surprise that I was feeling a little overwhelmed as I hurried past the many street vendors eager for my money. There was one I passed but I was drawn back to an old woman who sat with a scarf on her head in traditional clothing, with her legs crossed in the shadow of the old mosque.  I saw her crippled feet and her wares minimally displayed. It wasn’t because of her plight that I returned. It was the words and the gesture combined – for she held out her hand with a small, heart-shaped piece of glass – not to beg, but to give. “Free, lady, free for you… no money… no money!” – so refreshing, so simple with an honesty in her voice that was compelling.

So there I was, standing in front of her, to look at the pretty blue glass in her briefcase open on the ground beside her just off to the side of the walkway.  Glancing at the various round sizes, I quickly pointed to one of the smaller pieces and asked, “How much?”

 “One million,” she said.

As I bent down to look more closely, noticing as I did that the quality was not as good as I had seen earlier, she reached toward me and pinned the tiny, glass heart on my shirt. I was amazed at her generosity. She had the appearance of owning very little and making do with a simple, but meager, life.

“I’ll take two,” I said. I gave her the 2 million lira willingly without bartering, paying more than I knew I would elsewhere, and picked out the glass pieces, careful to leave the best behind. As I did so, she dropped another heart-shaped pin into my hand. She looked into my eyes and I knew that she understood what I’d done. I could see she was happy.

“God bless you,” I said. My heart was full. All the clamor and confusion of the surrounding streets was swallowed up in this simple exchange.

She smiled – her eyes brimming and blew me a kiss with a humble, yet wise nod – and I knew

 that somehow, in that moment, we had both found God.  

JinMan Jo

I work slowly and steadily,

as if I were a consistent

drop of water that, over time,

creates a hole in the rock.

 

I am a prayer of

 joy and satisfaction

without stress.

 

I am like a rock

In deep water;

dark and heavy, but

not without hope.

 

In sculpting, I tell my story,

with hope that you,  the observer,

will begin your own journey of self-discovery,

and in the process, become mindful of

your connectedness

with all humanity.

 

Words by JinMan Jo

                 Poem by Pamela Bendio

Transparency

The expression of

purified emotion ,

rather than a strong

visual impression,

connected to the

traditional way

of thinking about

equilibrium and sincerity --

captured on rice paper,

with lines and color that are

without shadow or volume --

no dark areas,

no obstacles,

no prejudgments,

and no haughtiness --

so that you can almost see

“through it” perfectly.

Colors both ritually

and physically washed –

removing most of the color

by doing this --

Constantly

modifying, simplifying

both color and composition --

sweeping lines on paper

just as I once did as a child

using a stick to sweep the ground

in the open and vacant space

of my yard.

My mind appreciating nature

while meditating on human life

and how it is supported

by the hope of an ideal world

where every conflict

has been forgotten.

or resolved.

Words by Man Soo Lee

Poem by Pamela Bendio