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Showing posts with label Janet Strayer Art. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Death, Art, and Maudie


Not the most attractive title for a blog, I know. But it succinctly captures the reality of my recent experiences, which might be of some more general interest or reflection.

I was called out from my peaceful slumbers early one morning on Saturna Island by the phone ringing at my bedside. It was a death in the family. Someone much too young and with a still young family.

I took the first ferry off island, and then onto a plane headed to the east coast.  A doleful trip. Those of you who know such loss and sorrow in your lives need no more details of the heavy, dull, yet churning emotions en route ... or of the communal experience a family funeral exacts.

Tired but needing to distract myself en route, I turned to the airline movie selection and chose Maudie. A biographical film about the Nova Scotia artist, Maude Dawley Lewis, and set in the 1930s, it is directed by Aisling Walsh and features fine performances by Sally Hawkins and Ethan Hawke. 
link to global news commentary
 Overtly crippled by arthritis and disparaged by family and small-town judgements, Maud lives and works as house-cleaner for a poor, inarticulate, and rough fish peddler, Everett, in a house that seems barely more than a shack. Hardly the scenario for art or romance or some sort of success. And yet it is ... of a different sort.

The improbable happens. Maud is affirmed in love and in art, the latter being celebrated from locations as unlikely as Nixon's White House. It is no fable, yet the story has a fable's simply constructed trials, wonder, and moral outlook. Where better to find the truth of what one seeks or hopes for?

I cried as I watched it, stuck in the middle seat of a plane full of people, my eyes spilled with rolling tears. I was too tired, too drawn out of my life, to care much about my public appearance at the moment. In any case, these were not sentimental tears, but ones that seemed just: for the harsh realities of life. In this art-as-life movie, they were for a woman so bent yet strong, so afflicted yet affirming, so simple, direct, persistent, and brave in her art and in her life. Her circumstances were harsh, her health impaired by multiple factors, and her resources so substantially and financially constrained. Yet she endured and enriched, without triumph but with affirmation.

And, as with empathy, in general, the feelings evoked in the movie expanded to my immediate world.  A world so different than Maud's, so jam-packed with greed, excess, deliberate hypocrisy and self-serving righteous attitudes, where the political and personal get so regularly demeaned that they become TV fodder displayed as info-tainment. Where art is so commodified and artists so competitive that one questions where the "spirit" in  inspiration went. 

I sometimes despair of such a world, yet cherish the moments of what I'll call "Maud's world" for their simple pleasure and appreciation of the richness of life when it is lived and loved for its own sake and on its own terms. Hers seems a world that, when death comes knocking, isn't met with an "Is that all there is?" summary but with "I loved and was loved."

Maud  Lewis outside her home, see global news link
"Can you teach me to paint?", a sophisticated woman asks. Maud smiles that incandescent smile of hers, and quickly dismisses the woman's request, chuckling a bit with her gaze turned upward. "Owh, you can't teach that," she simply says.

Perhaps you can't. That kind of art stems from the untutored and very personally experienced appreciation of life. Something so simple, so profound, it cannot be taught.  

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Regards, Janet 






Tuesday, May 16, 2017

PRISM and FLOW: A New Venture

Suspension of Time, painting by Janet Strayer, Flow series

It's exciting news:
Next weekend is the opening of PRISM, a new showplace for art on Saturna Island. It's right near the ferry/sea-plane dock, so it will be easy for tourists as well as residents to stop in and browse.

Still a retreat and a haven of small island lifestyle for those who wish it so, Saturna (the southern-most of the Gulf Islands) has now become even more of a tourist destination with its dedicated whale-watching and marine educational focus (see SIMRES, etc.), newly developed campgrounds, kayaking, bicycling, and picturesque B&B's.

 And here is  PRISM's window view, and the same and from outdoors (standing on the nearby pub's outdoor  deck).



PRISM is a lovely little addition to the multi-talented Saturna art scene comprising painters, ceramacists, weavers, fiber-artists, and photographers (see ArtSaturna). PRISM is my new site, recently renovated, with a gorgeous view of the water and shoreline. You can see the sail boats,  pleasure craft and fishing boats, and even the ferries coming and going, as well as the sea-planes.

I'll be hosting the PRISM, and it will be open this spring and summer during weekends 11am-5pm, and by appointment on Mondays and Fridays.
Earth Dances with Sea, painting by Janet Strayer Flow series
My opening show, aptly entitled Flow, consists of all new, never before seen, paintings that are rich in flowing movement and interacting color. I've been working truly, madly, deeply, and much of the time happily to create them over the past 8 months.

Like flowing currents in the Earth's natural environment, these paint-flows interact with human kinetic energy and gesture to create irregularly beautiful patterns. Brilliant colors, cellular structures and lace-like details result from the interaction of different paint densities that are artistically controlled to an intuitive extent and layered for artistic effect.
Tectonic Shifts, painting by Janet Strayer, Flow series
Using mixed materials creates a free-flowing contour that follows the material flow of paint from its traditionally confined surface (canvas or wood panel) to more indeterminate forms that spill off the rectilinear and into the organic. A bit of a metaphor for the act of painting too.



Connecting Green, painting (acrylic, canvas, mixed media) by Janet Strayer, Flow Series

Come if you can. Both Saturna Island and the PRISM show will surprise and delight you!


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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Ptarmigan on Saturna Island

Not what you may be thinking. Not the bird, but the Ptarmigan Society for music, theater and art focusing on Artists on the Gulf Islands (see link). 

They invited me to be the featured visual artist for a workshop given on Saturna this Saturday, April 8. The morning limbers up the limbs with contemporary dance and hoop movements, led by Lindsay Landry.  After that, the afternoon limbers up the mind with excursions into visual creativity, led by me.

Altogether, should be fun for body and mind. Join us if you can. 

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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Marcel Proust as Life Coach?


Gifts of Chance

Quite haphazardly I came upon a unique little non-fiction book entitled How Proust Can Change Your Life by Alain de Botton (London: Picador, 1997).  It came with a cottage we were renting in Provence, France, along with a little trove of art books, travel guides, some good novels and an assortment biographiesm history, philosophy, and self-exploration books.  What a delight to find all this, as if it were  waiting for me. I emailed the owners telling them how grateful I was for this gift of chance.

I so enjoyed the little book on Proust that I wanted to share it with you. Like the novel, The Elegance of the Hedgehog by French author and philosophy professor Muriel Barbery (another unexpected find  enjoyed years ago in Europe), this book on Proust reminds me of how witty and socially relevant erudition can be. Also, how important it is to step away from one's usually crowded state of mind, to let things as they are enter in without full attention. Add a dose of humour, rational optimism plus practical pessimism, and you're set for life.

Marcel Proust as Life Coach

This charming, amusing, and sensible little book was reviewed as "dazzling" by John Updike. It concerns the eccentric and very generous Marcel Proust, who wrote what has been hailed as the, or at least one of the, greatest books of the 20th century: In Search of Lost Time (Recherches Des Temps Perdu (sometimes translated as Remembrance of Things Past)). This a  long book that  I've never read fully from cover to cover,  though I've enjoyed much of it by repeatedly reading from it

Even without having read Proust, one can enjoy de Botton's commentary. It seems Proust thought and wrote enough  to enrich, not just literature, but also a philosophy of everyday life.

Probably few of us would choose to exchange our life for Marcel Proust's. He has often been considered a dilettante, hypochondriac, and neurotic who spent most of his later adult days in bed as an apparent invalid. Even so, Proust was one of the most alive people of his time, generous to a fault, socializing with friends, possessing an extraordinary concentration and attentiveness  -- an elusive quality then, and especially now, in our time of multiple distractions, our impatience with even relevant details and wholesale avoidance of complex perspectives.

Proust collage by Janet Strayer
Proust collage by Janet Strayer

Take Your Time

One chapter, for example, is entitled, "How to Take Your Time."  One of the gifts of great novels, like Recherches, is the time one can spend inside them: reacting to their characters, settings, happenings, living in the inner and outer worlds created by the author and in which we partake. If we don't take the time, we miss the trip. 

N'allez pas trop vite is a request often attributed to Proust in conversation with his contemporaries. His request that we go about things more slowly increases the chances of coming to know and enjoy those otherwise unnoticed things that become interesting in the process of taking our time with them. In contrast to anger, annoyance, impatience, and easy judgments, which we know are so quick and easily come by, it takes time to become engaged, to explore how we really feel, to experience empathy, and to understand.

As de Boton notes , why bother reading Romeo and Juliet, Anna Karenina, or Madame Bovary if these novels can be summarized like passing social-media headlines. These are examples he gives for each (pp.42-43): 
  "Tragic end for Verona lovebirds: after mistakenly thinking his sweetheart dead, a young man took his life. Having discovered the fate of her lover, the woman killed herself"; 
"A young mother threw herself under a train and died in Russia after domestic problems";
 A young mother took aresenic and died in a French provincial town after domestic problems.

How many of us are addicted to the quick and fast bottom-line? Our culture increasingly challenges our ability to concentrate by promoting more distraction, more information that is non-informative, and  highly-revved but empty spectacles. We tend to get bored and impatient with the slow-moving and we habituate to being distracted, quickly losing interest and looking elsewhere  rather than actively becoming engaged . Give me that video-game!

Suffer Successfully

De Botton selectively uses Proust to address common tribulations of being human, as in his chapter on "How to Suffer Successfully." Human suffering seems inevitable,  but Proust presents a differentiation in his characters between good sufferers (who gain more understanding and appreciation of reality from it) and bad sufferers. The latter blame others for their suffering, distract themselves from it with quick-fix addictions, delusions about self and others, or defences that entail arrogance callousness, anger, and spite. Armed heavily in this way, bad sufferers have little incentive to face difficult truths, change as needed, and more fully appreciate their life.

Finding One's Own Way

Finding one's own way, one's own voice, vision, and what one truly  loves is, for me, the vast theme of my readings of Proust. He hated clichés and orthodoxies: "Every writer is obliged to create his own language, as every violinist is obliged to create his own tone" (p.103) and "only that which bears the imprint of our choice, our taste, our uncertainty, our desire and our weakness can be beautiful" (p.104). Except for deliberate caricature and melodrama, why borrow tired forms of expression?  

Looking to Proust's time, as well as our own, one reasonable rebuttal would be: because otherwise we risk not fitting in or might be judged harshly. Though there have always been those who flout convention, Proust's point isn't to make a name for ourselves by pissing on monuments. The point is to take the time to consider and learn for ourself (not by convention or fan-group) what we need and need to do  for our own particular right path. Courage over time.

Visual Art

Visual art is significant in Proust's novels. One of his characters, Elstir, is an impressionist painter. His paintings, like those of actual Impressionists at the time, challenged the orthodox understanding of what things looked like and what was considered beautiful. 

It might be quite a stretch to apply Proust's magnanimous point of view about artists, especially if you know some first-hand. But what he says about the creative process is authentic. For Proust, painting, like other art forms, serves to undo "our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits" and makes us "travel back...to the depths to see what has been neglected or distorted (p. 112).

Beauty

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder: where is that eye looking? Not just in the obvious places and pre-determined images received from culture and celebrity branding. 

Proust guides us to actively looking and attentiveness to our impressions: a particular blueness, or a reflection of light that strikes us.  Such active engagement, attentive looking, listening, and sensing --in reality or imagination -- takes time and some degree of dedicated inclination or effort. That's why being an appreciator of art of any kind of art   is such a gift in itself. We needn't be the painter or composer if we can appreciate the beauty of the painting or the music. 

Beauty can be quite modest and subtle in its effects. Given our drama and sensation-charged media, we might often miss out on it  I recall the fuss a long time ago over the Met's then outlandishly expensive purchase of a Rembrandt. When I went to see it as a child, expecting a great blaze of beauty to strike me, I was so disappointed. It looked to me just some highlights on an old person standing in the dark. So I looked to more ostentatious paintings for the WOW I expected from the beautiful. It took a bit more time and looking for me to learn that beautiful qualities in art (or people) didn't fit conspicuous categories. WOW still works for me, but  hardly cuts it any more as a criterion for beauty or meaning.   

Often there's very little at first glance to distinguish a good painting from an indifferent one a. Bad paintings might depict clouds well, or display some impressive technique, or so loudly declare something that they get noticed. Yet, in Proust's sense, they lack an elusive specialness. Looked at repeatedly they become rather boring, with nothing further revealed in the play of small details, or in qualities of light and contrast, or a particular touch that continues to engage us as we look more.

Habit  tends to erode beauty. You stop looking attentively at what's routine -- even that beautiful painting you were fortunate enough to get. As Virginia Woolf said, beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful. We can't ever presume to know it too well.

How to Open Your Eyes: All the light we cannot see

"How to open your eyes" is another chapter in this commentary upon Proust's lessons for us. 

detail of still life painted in Provence by Janet Strayer

Proust encourages us to use paintings as examples: scenes of ordinary fruit and kitchen ware, of ordinary people doing ordinary things in contrast with the heroic (on the one hand) or the picturesque (on the other). In our day, the sensationally vulgar versus kitsch might replace Proust's heroic versus picturesque contrast. Still, the message holds: simple and ordinary things can be wonderfully, aesthetically, beautiful.

Proust may have over-valued painters. He wrote "I have tried to show how the great painters initiate us into a knowledge and love of the external world, how they are the ones by whom our eyes are opened'" (p.150, quoted by de Botton).

Proust understood that we need the arts. They help us bridge the gaps, even fill the holes, between our immediate circumstances and something we need that is deeper, wider,  richer, stronger and, yes, beautiful. In so doing, our life also changes, in moments and bits of attention as we look for and are enriched by what is, for us, special.

All the light we cannot see is a lovely metaphor and the title of a fine novel by Anthony Doerr. Well worth reading for its own sake, and  also meaningful in this context. The arts can enhance our perceptions and meaningfully link to our lives even if we are blind (as is the girl in this book) and however bleak our situation. Some courage and humility help: a dedicated willingness to attend, remain open, look, listen, seek, acknowledge and appreciate,  again... and again. Other people, like these authors, can also help by promoting and supporting such efforts.  

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Regards, Janet 






Monday, April 13, 2015

Of Fables and Myths

Art Show on Saturna Island: Of Fables and Myths

I've written before on this site about the magical island I live on -- and where my art studio is located: Saturna Island in the Salish Sea (the Straits of Georgia). It's quite appropriate that this fabulous setting will be home to an art show entitled "Of Fables and Myths".


It's enough just to explore this unspoiled island. And summer usually brings many visitors here. But now, I'd like to invite you to come celebrate an art event with me on Saturna.  APRIL 25, 2015 marks the opening of an exhibit of my paintings at the Saturna Café. You can view it whenever you step into the café from April 25 to July 9. But the opening is a special celebration that involves the community. As you can see from the notice below, there will be a reception from 4 to 6 pm followed a special dinner feast by our local chef, Hubertus (by reservation).


The show was curated by Jean-François Renaud, a resident curator whom I so enjoyed meeting. He has my gratitude for organizing these special events on Saturna and making community celebrations of them. It's such a small island, yet there are so many uniquely talented people here.

As a resident of Saturna for many years (traveling back and forth from Vancouver), I look forward to this opportunity to have my paintings shown in such a welcoming setting. I hope to share a toast with you at the opening. 


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You can read and see more about creative life, travels, tips and creative adventures by this itinerant artist at Creative Life News at https://www.janetstrayer.com

Regards, Janet 




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