Art Transforms Worlds within Worlds

Art Transforms Worlds within Worlds

Painting is not always about creating something of beauty. Sometimes it’s about an artist pouring something unknown onto the canvas. This unknown may be a feeling that is unable to be articulated any other way than through colour or the act of creating something with our hands. Sometimes it’s a calling from an inward and/or an outward source.

A pull. A calling. An irrepressable urge.

It could be in response to something the artist is experiencing. It could be an attempt to understand or convey something bigger.

Imagine for a moment, that in the act of creation – something is transformed in this unknown kaleidoscope. This is the power of art… it transforms from within and without… it brings something into the world that carries an energy that heals and affects us on a cellular level.

Imagine for a moment that it takes the whole of a life and repatterns it, makes sense of it and integrates a wholeness that might not otherwise be experienced. And, what if in that one transformation it sends feelers or waves of energy out into the world – to touch the hearts of others.

Art informs. Art heals. Art transforms…the one who is creating it and the ones who reflect upon it.

This recent piece ‘Intimate Knowing of the Soul’ is a painting that called from the depths of someplace within my soul. I would also say that it was called forth from some other place.

I had many a conversation with Rumi, with my childhood and what brought this person to experience the mystical force of Egypt. Retracing my steps through a pilgrimage in South Africa… to today as an artist with messages of hope, love and the reverence of the power of the unseen and the unknown.

Intimate Knowing of the Soul went through a great deal of transformation with many many layers. It looks intense, deep and chaotic. But, it is a weaving together of lives and energy. It is an integration of wholeness.

It is also the promise of exciting new things to come, because as we weave together the past and the future into the NOW, we expand, grow stronger, and we are able to hold so much more of life in our hands, our hearts, our minds and bodies.

As this painting came to completion this message or mantra has descended (or ascended) into my thoughts and awareness…

TO LOVE NOT HATE…whatever is appearing before us, drop into our heart and be love.

Are Female Abstract Expressionists Finally Getting Their Due?

Are Female Abstract Expressionists Finally Getting Their Due?

One of my Resurgent Spring paintings, Bold Faith had been sitting unnoticed on an easel in my studio for a few weeks, then we decided to hang it on a wall in our living room for a while. It was then that I began to really start to appreciate it.

Actually, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off it and it quickly became one of my favourite pieces. It made me realize that I think I had been not looking favourably on it before, deeming it too bold, too crazy.

But here, I saw it in a different light. It’s depth… it’s power… and it’s impressiveness felt captivating and so alive with its message of living with Bold Faith and just going for it.

Artists are typically a more sensitive breed and prone to judging our muse in a harsh light at times… not always appreciating the voice or energy or expression that insists on being painted.

There are times when I have an idea or impression of what I want to paint, but my body, my soul, and the brush or palette knife have their way – always. They have become the force that moves me and the paint.

It’s an artists job to listen and create from that inner space AND without a worry of who or if anyone will understand or appreciate what comes from that inward journey. An artists job is to believe in oneself.

Recently, a friend (thanks BW!) sent me a link to this article, written by By Alexxa Gotthardt, he thought I would appreciate – it’s linked so you can click on the title to see the full article:

11 Female Abstract Expressionists You Should Know, from Joan Mitchell to Alma Thomas

I have to say that it made quite an impact on me, actually.

Gotthardt writes:

Abstract Expressionism is largely remembered as a movement defined by the paint-slinging, hard-drinking machismo of its poster boys Jackson Pollock and Willem de Kooning.

I hadn’t actually thought of this before but it’s true. The article goes on to talk about how the early female abstract expressionist artists were marginalized and to combat this disease some of them resorted to using a male pseudonym to get their art seen.

As I viewed these works I found myself contemplating my experience of believing and accepting in the voice working through me as an abstract expressionist artist.

As you can see these paintings are bold and strong and perhaps not necessarily what would seem to come from a woman, that is, in our conditioned belief of a woman’s energy being soft, beautiful, flowing and feminine.

These artists had the courage to break out of this mold and give voice to their passion and their fury of striking independent feelings.

I salute them. I praise them and I am grateful to them.

While I am (when most healthy and balanced) lived and expressed as a dominant inward, still and reflective person, the works emerging through this energy and essence is strong, potent, powerful, alive, wild and raw.

It’s tapping into something that speaks to life on a microcosmic and macrocosmic scale, and while I began my art career wanting to paint a feminine beauty in the world, this something else took over.

It’s a consuming, healing, and emotional inward journey… to the heart, the soul and the cosmos.

Gotthardt’s article brought to my attention how I sometimes worried whether my art was accepted or judged as too strong.

It is a reminder to not dim our light, be who we are, and #&!* the molds that enslave us to living in fear because we never know we are are liberating in the wake of our courage!

 

“I’ve always painted out of omnipotence.”

~ Joan Mitchell

Toronto Artist Being Hailed as the Next Andy Warhol

Toronto Artist Being Hailed as the Next Andy Warhol

His mom was an art school teacher and her influence was an important part in Daniel Mazzone’s childhood, but somehow events led him to be living on the streets for five years. Pulling his life together he then managed to get himself into university, took on different jobs and eventually became a mortgage broker for a time.

Success in the money world left him feeling empty though and so he turned to art to satisfy his creative soul, and now word is he is the next Andy Warhol. Check out this interview…

I don’t know about you, but his art really moves me. It inspires me.

I particularly love the way he tells the stories of his subject’s life in each piece! It’s fascinating, thought provoking and captivating!

I find his art visually stunning, bold, and commanding and the way he incorporates the story telling combines mesmerizing with reflection. Simply brilliant.

Here’s another interview where he talks about how the stories in his work add the soul to them. Check it out…

Want to see more? Visit his website danielmazzone.com

He is an amazing example of how art can heal and transform a life. He’s pulled all of his challenging life experiences and his artistic talent together to draw upon something deeper inside himself to create a unique voice and presence in the world that fulfills him in a way that nothing else could.

What do you think? What do you like or not like about Mazzone’s art? Is he the next Andy Warhol? Submit your comments below, I’d love to hear from you.

Book Review: Bobbie Burgers, Arriving at a Landscape

Book Review: Bobbie Burgers, Arriving at a Landscape

Last week I met the fabulous internationally acclaimed contemporary artist Bobbie Burgers at the Bau-Xi Gallery in Toronto. You can read about it here. I’ve been really moved and inspired by her story and her art that is filled with great presence, energy and emotion.

Like the entire show – sold out, copies of her book went fast and I’m so glad that I didn’t hesitate in purchasing a copy – actually I think I got the second last one.

I’ve spent some time with it over the past week and I think I’ll be spending many more hours yet. Not only is it a visual delight, but her excerpts of captured moments during their six-month stay in France are as equally captivating.

Like food for the soul – well, for the romantic soul anyway! Breathe and smile. Breathe and smile in the heart.

She enchants us with her experiences, with photos of her family in the fields and on excursions, with her love and passion for her successful life’s work that was as inevitable as the sun rises and sets every day.

“Painting en plein air is scanning and letting your eyes condense. Condensing all the senses: the smells, the dry winds, the sunshine, the warmth, the rustling of grasses, all of these terribly romantic scenes. Condensing the tastes of the land, the language with its juicy puckered lips, the smell of salt and the ocean, all this funnelling down to my fingers and reappearing as a gesture and a colour.” ~Bobbi Burgers

There’s no question of Van Gogh’s influence on Burger’s landscapes. Stunning, raw, alive gorgeousness!

 

“We are suddenly in Saint-Remy-de-Provence, being whipped around the ring road, breathing a sigh of relief that we are here at last before our cheeses, or our children, melt. French villages are disarmingly charming, largely due to their ring roads – all the goodness neatly tied inside like a pastry box, all the sweetness safe and to be savoured slowly later. No time for the cobblestone streets today, it’s home to our new home.”

“After a few attempts at cramming the entire vista – the incredible depth, rows and patterns of olive trees, cypress trees and blue hills receding, endless dots dots dots – into one canvas, what I really find interesting today are the weeds. All creamy colours and dark slashes, often with old vines of chartreuse and purpose mixed in. I think these forgotten fields, where nature orchestrates the perfect colour combinations and infinite textures, will be my real muse.”

 

The flowers are my saviours this week. A break from the fields, a bit of respite from the yellow. I’ll take blue and white for a day… maybe a little pink and red. Matches our stripes quite nicely!

I could go on and on… sharing bits and bites of this escape to wonderland, but I best stop here.

If you’re in the market for a coffee table art book to carry you off on a magic carpet ride to France, where Van Gogh once breathed his colours to life, look no further.

For $60 you won’t be disappointed.

Interested, head over to Bau-Xi Gallery to order your copy.

Best,

Kiernan

Bobbie Burgers at the Bau-Xi Gallery

Bobbie Burgers at the Bau-Xi Gallery

On one of the hottest days of our summer so far, humid… humid…humid… I set off on the bus to head downtown Toronto to the Bau-Xi Gallery where the fabulous and internationally acclaimed Vancouver based contemporary artist, Bobbie Burgers was having an exhibition.

It was to be my artist date this week – time to fill up on soul infusing love and beauty. Well, by the time I got to the subway, I was already getting supremely hot and sticky, and I have to say this is not one of my favourite feelings. Then, for some reason, I had it in my head that the gallery was right near one of the subway stops, so I intended to endure the heat with a smile.

Well, not only was my impression off the mark, I also had the wrong street number in my head. I kept walking and walking. Sweat breaking out and dripping down my back. Wind blowing my hair and wilting it from the humidity.

I kept walking and walking until the visual I had of where I thought the gallery was became a ‘what in the world was I thinking?’ realization. Haha. When I finally arrived at Bau-Xi the epiphany came, ‘Oh yeah, this is where it is!’

The gallery was packed and I just wanted to find a cool place to collect myself. Oh well, onward I went pitching that smile in my heart, because after all I was about to experience a feast for my eyes and soul and meet an artist I admire.

The exhibition did not disappoint. Nor did the artist herself – Bobbie is a lovely lovely spirit and I’m so glad I had the opportunity to meet her.

From what I heard the exhibition sold out in the first 15 minutes, but, I suspect the paintings were probably spoken for before the show officially opened.

I took my time with each painting. Thoroughly breathing in each stroke of colour and the glorious flowers that inspired her.

My favourite piece in the exhibition was hands down the one titled ‘Lightly Touching Down’ – at 84 x 66 in. it captured a joy in me.

I purchased Bobbi’s artwork book, which I began to read this morning. I had to stop because it’s so gorgeous – in art and words, that I want to savour it. I will definitely write a separate blog post for her book.

In the meantime, here’s a snippit from her time living in France that made me sigh with appreciation:

As I paint, I muse that my painting is like the printout from a heart monitor in a hospital. Yes, I am still here, my heart is still beating. The tiny jig and jags are always going forward but jagging up and down in a fury of lines, then calm. They appear right before my eyes – skips and pulses, highlights and lowlights. They roll out and keep moving forward, as if my hand could interpret my heart and its years of looking out across fields, feeling all the sunshine and cold winds and human effort that has gone into them.

~ Bobbie Burgers

It’s no wonder her paintings and books sell nearly as fast as they are available.]