Just a very speedy post tonight if I want to get it on in time. Yes, its’ the EclecticAsylumArt man again – this time speed painting with chocolate syrup using a spoon! Is there any end to this artist’s ingenuity and talent? So far we’ve seen him painting with MacDonalds ketchup, Vegemite on toast, cheesy puffs on velvet and mascara! What next?
Archive for May, 2010
I have just discovered the artist Gideon Rubin. His expressionistic art, does not rely of the facial features to put across mood or sentiment, he lets the body language speak for itself. The artist uses subtle tones to convey mood and meaning into the blank expressions of the figures.
Here’s a quote by the artist;-
“Quickly scraping an old image and putting down a new one on top was my own way to express markings of time. I cover the canvas over and over again with an image observed or imagined. Focusing on tonal variations, applied on small or large canvases, my paintings seem to create a sense of gloom – a pale light that, far from being colorless, contains purple, orange, blue and crimson. I try to create an image embodied with mystery, like a deja vu, as if seen before; an image lost, much like a memory. ” (sweet-station)
It is fascinating how we automatically fill in the ‘blanks’ of the faces, using our own emotions to interpret the body language. I’m not sure how this works, or even if everyone interprets differently, but here’s my intepretation (for what it’s worth) How much does it differ from yours?
The top image coveys to me contemplation, that the boy is concentrating his thoughts. There is an air of seriousness about him, he isn’t smiling but he isn’t sad either – just thoughtful. The second image seems expectant to me, like he is anticipating something, sitting back and waiting. The third image is interesting because it shows a relationship between the two girls. My thoughts are that these two are sisters. The blonde girl is bolder than her dark sister, who holds her back protectively. I get the feeling that the dark-haired one is frightened and perhaps more timid. These are only my interpretations – it would be interesting to see others.
Lots of his portraits here in this excellent site
more about this artist’s work here
Quite by chance I came across a new urban art form. It’s called Yarn storming, It’s a kind of woolly graffiti which is made by knitters to brighten up the streets last summer. I’ve written about the fabulous Christo and Jeanne Claude, the artists who wrapped buildings and places of interest, this isn’t quite in their league though….. I can’t really see this taking off though and I would like to see the wool put to better use (keeping homeless people warm for example). I wonder what happens to the yarn when it gets wet , which must be a daily hazard given our weather. It must look soggily sad. It’s not for me I’m afraid, though I applaud Knit the City Yarn Corps artistic right to do it. I wonder what you think though?
video by beagleskin
I came across yet another unusual art medium. This artist uses vegemite and bread to create their art! Nine pieces of bread and some vegemite, a butter knife and away you go – almost instant art. When we are children we are told not to play with our food, but when we are adults – look what can happen when we do!
Perhaps the artist could have taken this further by taking a ‘print’ of the finished image by pressing a suitably sized piece of paper over it, or by translating this image into ceramic tiles!
Love the art, don’t mind the vegemite – don’t like the music. two out of three is good though:)
art by EclecticAsylumArt
Jack (John) Butler Yeats (b. 1871 – 1957 (London) was the brother of the Irish poet William Butler Yeats whose poem ‘He wishes for the cloths of Heaven’ I featured the other day. Yeats started out as an illustrator usually depicting scenes of Ireland. His style had elements of Romanticism but in 1920 his style became more Expressionistic.
Yeats was educated in Sligo Ireland but studied art at the Westminster school of Art under Frederick Brown. He worked in watercolour until 1905 when he started using oils on a regularly. Sir Hugh Percy Lane who founded the Hugh Lane Art Gallery, Dublin commissioned Yeats to paint Distinguished Irish men. He was very much influenced by the French Impressionists Masters in Lane’s collection.
Though not involved politically in the Irish republic movement, he began to paint urban and rural Irish life in a range of more varied colours and swapped the brush at times for other mark making tools. His brushstrokes became swirling and free depicting vigour and freedom of expression.
1920 was a turning point for Yeats, he turned from illustration to symbolism in a much more Expressionistic style. Yeats believed that the painter must be part of the land and of the life he paints and this can be seen by his use of impasto and the vigorous swirling strokes that he used to paint Ireland and Celtic mythology.
He painted circus’s, horse racing, music Halls, rugged landscapes and Celtic mythology.
His painting became more nostalgic after his wife died in 1947. He won a silver medal in 1924 for painting at the Tailteann Games. I can’t believe that some critics don’t rate Jack Butler Yeats as being relevent to Irish painting! Luckily a retrospective of his paintings in 1971 revived his art and reputation. He died in Dublin 1957. He is an important artist in Irish Art’s history.
A short biography of the artist here
It’s a beautiful day (again) and I’m not used to it, but it shall not stop me praising it (softly) in case it hears and goes away which happens so often with English weather. So I’ve sunshine outside, – I look on Lesliepaints blog and what do I see but sunlit paintings bathed in light and my heart sings!
Bathed in sunlight, inspired by Leslie and armed with inspiration I think of this poem which I wish I’d written, but I know I never could even if lived a thousand lifetimes. It’s by Irish poet William Butler Yeats (brother of artist Jack Butler Yeats who I shall be writing about very soon because I love his work and the Yeats brothers are such interesting fellows).
I’m aware that this isn’t really about a Summer’s day – but I’m quite unrepentant! The day has brought it to mind. I like the imageryof the Heavens embroidered cloth, which must mean the stars. Butler Yeats does include all the lights though too;-
And it’s these lights which inspire. There are lights or certain kinds of light which we remember all our lives – especially the way the light touches and lights up our childhood. These lights never fade or dim and always burn brightly in our memory. Whilst our eyes may be failing these brightly lit memories shine. Halcyon days! We may be making one at this moment in time, though we will never know until tomorrow.
Poem from here
Lots of his poems here
Image from here