The figure in a dance of distortion. ink and graphite with gouache on paper. 11″ x 8.5″
Archive for gesture
Due to the grind of a daily schedule, I haven’t been able to create new work over the last couple of weeks outside of sketchbook drawing. These folks feel the grind as well.
I sometimes wonder what place my semi-dispassionate nature and the circumstances of my life have in the creation of my art. I had been lucky enough to have been born into a stable family with loads of support and, outside of the average run-of-the mill crisis, I haven’t spent a lot of time in an emotionally perilous state. No such stridently awful moments in adolescence that would see me trying to purge my demons as an adult, and so my psychological state has been in balance. How does this play out in my art-making? I do know that there is a lot of subconscious murk buried deep inside, I just don’t spend enough time consciously examining it; I make paintings instead. I’m thinking about this because I’ve known so my artists in my life who have struggled with psychological or emotional pain – real, imagined and self-inflicted, and I ask myself how this informs the art. Does it make that art more emotionally and intellectually valid than mine?
Oh christ, I apologize if this commentary is coming off a bit adolescent. Hey, I’m 10.
Oooookay… anyhoo, posted here are some drawings from the subway and one drawing I pulled out of my a– eh, my subconscious.
Subway, 3/01/10-A, pen and ink and benzyl
Subway, 3/02/10-A, pen and ink and benzl
Subway, 3/02/10-B, pen and ink, benzyl ink
Subconscious Image of a Figure, pencil, india ink, benzyl ink
A while back, I included some sketches in a post which some of you seemed to appreciate seeing. Since I tend to accumulate these quick little works, I thought I’d post a few more today. So here’s another look at some of the stuff that hangs out in the background of my studio.
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I spent several days in Maryland with my parents and the hope of convincing my father to paint, but that proved more challenging than I thought. I did entice him to draw with me however. My mother, Margaret joined in as well and it was a lovely day on the deck in the woods. Here are some of Harry’s always bracing drawings.
My father, Harry Bennett, has been an illustrator and a painter all his life. Over the last year and half he has experienced some physical, neurological and life-style upheavals and he had stopped painting or even drawing. I have been spending more time with him in the last few months and I am trying to coax him back to drawing on a more regular basis. The other day we spent some time doing gesture drawings and blind contours of each other. He was so energized and he loved it.
And a couple of mine: