Posts Tagged ‘drawing’

The Lyre (Apollo)

Saturday, February 22nd, 2014

This was done in 2004. It’s one in a series of drawings based on Greek myths. I can’t be sure after all this time, but I suspect it is the final piece. If not, it has to be one of the last ones drawn since I can see in it that I was repeating themes. I happened to disinter it while looking for something else and felt absolute indifference toward it, as if I had merely stumbled upon a faded photograph of a stranger. Whatever thoughts or feelings inspired it had dissipated over the years and could not be summoned back. Then Sarah happened to walk by and said, “Oh! That one’s good.” So you know what? Now I like it.

Ohio Online Visual Artist Registry

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010

At the top of this entry, you’ll find a piece entitled “Moon Set” by Barb Stork. She’s my sister-in-law, and a fantastic fine artist as well. This is what she had to say about the piece:

“This piece is special because it brings up a happy memory. I did this piece last summer when I was on crutches due to an ankle injury. With [my husband] Jim’s help I was able to crutch out to the prairie at Grant Park and set up a chair to paint. Jim gave me a hard time because it took us so long to get to that point. (He was cracking me up as usual which slowed us down even more). He then took Patches [our dog] on an extra long walk so I could complete the painting.”

If you like it, click the link Ohio Online Visual Artist Registry to see other landscapes (acrylic and watercolor) by this talented artist.

Now, as for my work, ah yes, the Ohio Online Visual Artist Registry (yes, I’ve linked to my pathetic page) – I had almost forgotten that I had created a portfolio there, too. The problem is, my pieces are nowhere near as good as Barb’s. Please keep in mind that my drawings and paintings posted there are over 10 years old, and when I look at them, it’s almost like I’m looking at another artist’s work.

I am, however, fond of Spring Day (represented below). I wish I had the original or had made a photocopy.

Alas! I think what I dislike the most is the reproduction quality of my pieces (and don’t even ask me to go into the reprehensibile execution).

If you visit the registry in the future, please disregard my page and visit Barb’s. At least there, you’ll see some well-executed paintings.

“Dancer of the Roar (Ahab)”

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

While living in Japan, my wife, Kathy, fell head-over-heels in love with kabuki theater. Now, as you might have guessed, I enjoy the subtleties of Krazy Kat, but Kathy vainly tried to introduce me to the art that is kabuki.

(True story: I’m so ignorant that when she mentioned she had a crush on the actor (Bando) Tamasaburo (V), I thought she was saying Thomas Saburo.)

Back to the point, Kathy kept trying and trying to make me understand kabuki with all its stylizations, elaborate make-up, epic drama and tragedy–so much style, in fact, each movement the actor executes has significant meaning. During this time, I was reading Moby-Dick, and I noticed the similarity between the novel and Kathy’s description of kabuki.

I imagined what it would be like if the mysterious, bigger-than-life epic grandeur of the novel was interpreted by the mysterious (at least to me), bigger-than-life epic grandeur of kabuki. When attempting to give expression to the ultimately inexpressible, would the facades of different cultures impede understanding or are ineffable universal themes discernible to all mankind, no matter the means of conveyance? That is, would 19th century American literature and ancient oriental theater share a common thread, a similar vocabulary for describing a profound theme?

I thought, well, kabuki is drama and there are few fictional characters more dramatic than Captain Ahab, a monomaniac who presumes to challenge nature and nature’s God and winds up destroyed. The actor is supposed to represent Ahab, if Melville’s novel was performed as kabuki.

I wanted his face to show a heartless, fervent focus yet to also express at its core a blind idiocy, an unawareness of anything but its own monomania; a sharp mind but a numbsoul… or at least a soul subsumed, consumed and racked by said monomania.

The idea was to show the keen concentration involved in the actor’s movements (Ahab’s determination) surrounded by the wildly swirling hair (the insanity of Ahab’s quest. Plus the hair was supposed to be the mad majestic swirling and roaring of the ocean waves, especially when fighting the whale and Ahab’s own roaring self-destructive madness). And that’s the story behind the above drawing. Enjoy!