WIP is the term that we procrastinators use when we discuss our “Work In Progress”. Today’s post is going to be a long one because the more time I spend on my blog the less time I have to sit around cursing at my blank sheet of WIP because the angels are not dictating their lyrical prose to me and I have to actually do all the excruciating work on my own and write the damn thing. Also, there will be a trip to the Met museum in NYC and some talk-back to all the wonderful Commentors from my post about the Barnes Foundation and bad art two weeks ago… so make a cup of tea, have a seat, and expect to mosey with me for the next ten or fifteen minutes.
About my WIP garden book, here are two photos of moi feeding koi (fat gold fish) last year at a Japanese Stroll Garden in my neck of the woods on the north shore of Long Island:
Koi are the greediest fish I’ve ever met. When they know there’s kibble to be had (official Japanese Stroll Garden kibble — I didn’t pitch bread crumbs in there) they will climb over each other and leap out onto the bank of the pond with their mouths wide open to gasp for a treat. I was enchanted.
What you can’t see in this photo montage set-up is that there is a fence in the background, behind the bamboo, that forms the western edge of this garden — I mention it because I’m using that fence as a prominent feature in my illustration WIP (below).
So, to begin, I make a few very faints guide-lines to show me where I’m going to put stuff in this landscape. My pencil lines have to be very light because I will be painting over them and I don’t want them to show through my watercolor — I hope you can see them here:
I’m mostly excited about doing the koi, which I sketch in like this:
Next, I put masking fluid over the troublesome areas:
Now, I have never painted a koi pond before, but I know I want a very watery, paint-y looking effect so I use my fattest brush and keep the surface very wet while I lay in various colors in a swirly motion:
I had to work very quickly here so I didn’t take photos, but I hope this close-up helps:
Now I put watercolor over the masking fluid for the first bunch of high grass that I have to paint:
Then I peel off the masking fluid and use my itty bittiest brush to paint each stalk of grass:
Yes, I’m using black paint for lots of contrast:
For the wall of bamboo in the background I want to let the paint do a lot of the work so I dab dark green paint over a wet wash of yellow, letting the bleeds describe the foliage:
I peel off the masking fluid on another bunch of high grass…
… and repeat what I did previously:
Then I peel off the last bits of masking fluid and I’m ready to finish the background details and fill in the last bit of foreground and start painting the FUN stuff! Lily pads and FISHES!
Voila — here’s the finished picture with tea bag for size reference (perched where the garden book text for this illustration will go):
Again, here’s a look at the original inspiration, just to show you how interpretive my illustration is:
As you can see, you have to edit (or, interpret, as museum folks say these days) when you use reference pix — and isn’t it great the way these reference pix came together in a way that happily lent themselves to a composition were I had to have a blank area for text?? I love it when life and art work out this way.
This is a beautifully curated show (and I NEVER call ANY show “beautifully curated”). You are not allowed to take photos in the galleries so keep in mind that I am hiding my camera in my pocket as I shoot these, to show you how finished Matisse paintings are hung alongside Matisse’s WIP sketches so you can see his thought process as he edits and experiments:
Oh,Beautiful Gallery Girl, I want to come back as you in my next life:
This is what attracted her attention:
Even the wall text in this exhibit was very well done — giving you dates and places of each painting (see two versions of a table-top still life below) without the usual long-winded editorializing, simply letting the viewer make her own interpretations and associations to form one’s own relationship with the art. I think that’s what Commentors Bobbi and Marguerite and Chel were getting at in my post about the filthy over-mediated experience that is forced upon a viewer at the Barnes Foundation in Philadelphia (see my post Eye of the Beholder).
To Commentors Vicki in Michigan, Gigi, Sandy R, Christine, and Jeannie who might be avoiding the Barnes because of my complaints about it, I must say that it’s not an entirely worthless experience (as long as you don’t get snookered into taking a docent tour) because at the very least it is interesting to see such a strong point of view in a private collection. I just happen to think that Dr. Barnes’s point of view is almost entirely wacky. Because, as Commentor 365 Dresses wrote, when you hoover up as much stuff as Dr. Barnes did on his purchasing sprees in the 1920s and ’30s, you’re bound to get lucky — but that hardly makes you a connoisseur.
Back at the Met, I wish I’d got a better shot of this guy’s sweater because it was fabulous:
Commentors Laura and Janet B. mentioned the documentary that was made about the Barnes Foundation about how the city of Philadelphia broke the tenets of Dr. Barnes’s will to move his collection from its private quarters in the Philadelphia suburbs to downtown Philadelphia, called Art of the Steal . I’ve seen it, and I have to say that I can’t really get all that upset about it. So some millionaire’s will, made in snotty revenge against the Philadelphia establishment, got betrayed by some half-assed social-climbing executor? Talk about having First World problems!
But back to Matisse and the Met:
The delicate glowing colors of the setting sun (against what I guess is the Conciergerie ) in the luscious blues of this Paris scene make this my favorite painting in the whole exhibit:
Which was re-worked by Matisse, as he searched to get at the very essence of the picture, into this:
That same year that he painted those gold fish above — 1914 — Matisse looked out of his studio window and painted this view:
Which he re-worked and edited and stripped to its essence and made me faint with joy :
Oh! I love this picture! Not least of all because it reminds me of other pictures I love, the Ocean Park series of paintings by Richard Diebenkorn in the 1970s:
No, we’re not done yet — because how can you go to the Met to see Matisse, in Search of True Painting without taking a quick trot through its other galleries? You can easily avoid Renoir and Cezanne to wander in rooms full of Van Gogh!
See this girl, taking shots of the art with her iPad:
I have to learn how to do this! And OMG OMG — the Monets!
In this one corner you have about $70 million worth of Monet’s most famous series, from left to right: The Houses of Parliament in London, Rouen Cathedral, Haystacks in Normandy, and Poplars in Giverny. (I do not know why they are not in their chronological order, which would be Haystacks, Poplars, Rouen Cathedral, London, BTW). And of course there are lots o’ water lilies:
Thank you, other Beautiful Gallery Girl, for wearing your Monet Water Lily-matching outfit:
And since I’ll be spending a few days in Giverny this Spring, I’ll need to
steal study Monet’s own garden-painting techniques:
Which reminds me that Commentor Deborah mentioned her love of David Hockney, who I also looooooove:
Hockney painted this on an iPad!! I have to learn how to do this!
And for Commentor Kate, who didn’t want us to throw Renoir under the bus, there’s this — his “masterpiece” from the Musee d’Orsay:
I don’t know…I think it’ll take more than that to change my opinion, or the mind of Commentors Monique, Sandy R, and Joan. I don’t know…it’s awfully busy and froofy, I think. There’s an issue here that I’ve heard referred to on Project Runway, and it’s called “taste level”. I just don’t think Renoir had good taste. Right? Wrong? But I promise you, Kate, that I will go see it when I am in Paris and let you know if it does, face to face, what the magician Penn Gillette says great art should do: Make me a different person. For Commentor Sally, I’ll also look up that Hanged Man by Cezanne whilst I’m there, see if that does the other thing that great art is supposed to do…challenge one’s map of reality.
Thank you, Commentor Tracey, for the tip about the up-coming show at the Brooklyn Museum this Spring about the watercolors of John Singer Sargent — I seem to be on a whole new kick lately where I actually leave the house once and a while (see above). Next stop, Brooklyn!
And no, we’re not finished yet…but you can go get another cup of tea while I wait. I’ll google those hilarious Harlem Shuffle videos while you stretch your legs. Take your time. I know this post seems to never end…but I feel I owe it to Matisse to take one more digression.
In honor of Matisse’s glorious masterpiece (above, called Gold Fish, 1910, at the Hermitage in St. Petersburg, Russia), I want to show you what I skipped over at the beginning of this blog post, when I painted my koi pond. Here’s a quick step-by-step re-creation of how I did it, in case you’re curious:
I started with a dab of blue from my chalky Grumbacher paints before I switched to my grown-up Windsor Newton watercolors (sometimes I like the paleness of the Grumbacher paints):
The secret is to keep everything constantly wet wet wet:
After adding a bit more Grumbacher blue…
I dip into the Windsor Newton cobalt for real depth:
Drying off the brush like this …
…lets you go back and pick up paint, to create highlights where necessary:
Now going in with lots and lots of blue and green on the brush:
Just let the paint and the water do what it wants to do. Let it sit there, and air-dry. It’s all that air-drying that is the reason why it took me three hours to paint my koi pond illustration (at the top of this post). You can’t hurry this step of the process:
And then I paint in the koi/gold fish and I sign it:
If you think it would be helpful to see this little dab up close I will gladly give this away to whoever is interested. If by chance there is more than one of you dear readers who want to get up-close and personal with my koi, I will gather your names and let Top Cat choose one at random. Just leave a Comment below (sorry; I have to close the Comments after five days) to let me know if you’d like me to send you this koi pond — or just drop a note to let me know that I haven’t bored you to death with this loooooong post.
Next week I promise I’ll put up a cat picture and be done.