Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Me And The Monkey




Solar Disc, detail


Solar Disc, cWm Cook 2012 

One of the main things about my work it seems is the complex textures.  The surfaces I make have to withstand a lot of abuse.  The neat thing about these internet presentations is that you can blow up the images and really see these surfaces.  I began this piece 12 years ago [or so], and stuck it in a drawer unfinished.  Posted it last week originally with that diatribe (now gone).  

After a week of observation I decided to deepen and even the background tones so that all the stylus work showed up better.  Now you can see it.  Before any of the tonal layers, a pointed stylus was used to impress texture into the thick paper.  Finally the addition of my beloved spots took over--in many different colors.  OK maybe there are too many, but I love the process of splattering up a perfectly good drawing.  

This is actually a detail also.  The original is 20X26.  About half the real estate was cropped out.  More of the same--you get the idea.  As for the mood of the piece, I wanted it to have more pizzazz, but I don't think a meditation piece needs to be flamboyant--if meditation is meant to quiet the monkey so to speak.  For now I'll let this stand.  Try staring at it for a couple minutes and let me know what happens.  


Devotee:  Master you left your key inside, 
but you're looking for it out here.  Why is that?
Master:  Better light.  

Kyudo telling a Sufi story



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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

It's All In There I Swear It





Disc Meditation, detail,  Pen and Ink With Graphite Wash on French Speckletone,
c2012 Wm Cook

Two mirrors facing each other,
Nothing in between.  

Kyudo Roshi


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Monday, July 9, 2012

What Blueprints Do At Night

Vector I Inverted, c Wm Cook, 1979






Vector  I, c Wm Cook, 1979



Took this to a gallery in Boston 33 years ago and the girl who knew everything there was to know about art said she didn't like the spots.  I said that the spots were like necessary.  She said nevertheless, and I got the bum's rush.  Perhaps I should have used another response and got all arty and everything.   


"I'm like really liking these reversed.  They're like more like the sut of raw like energy you might see in like outer space or in between the sut of atoms or something.   Then there's the sound.  I think I'm hearing extreme high pitches in my head like in the reversed version, while the original version is like softer and more comfortable--earthy--sut of."  


I'm still spooked.  Never was any good at artspeak. 






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Saturday, July 7, 2012

Vertical Explorations

Six Four Twelve Horizontal  Cropped And Inverted As Vertical
c Wm Cook 2012





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Thursday, June 21, 2012

Thoth in the Halls of Amenti
















Free was I from the Halls of Amenti
bound not by death to the circle of life.
Far to the stars I journeyed until
space and time became as nothing. 

Then having drunk deep of the cup of Wisdom,
I looked into the hearts of men and there found I
greater mysteries and was glad.
For only in the search for Truth could my soul
be stilled and the flame within me quenched.

Thoth, 11,000 BC
  



Vertical Horizontal, copr 1992 





The above are details of this piece, which is more about sound than visuality.
If you sit quietly for an hour or so you will begin to hear these.
I don't know if they are horizontal sounds or vertical--
probably doesn't matter.  





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Monday, June 4, 2012

White Noise: Misguided Youth



Six Four Twelve Horizontal, 9'X12, mixed media


Accidental Marks, enough to fill up a sheet, no guidance, visual white noise, art that creates itself--I'm in like.   I used to make these back in the late seventies because all the art crap would leave my mind, as I put the radio in my head between two stations and just let loose.

Actually the radio thing came from those summer vacations when I was a kid.  I would take the radio to bed and try to find distant stations late at night--faint evidence of life out there.  As I realized that all those stations playing at the same time would blend into a sort of static later called white noise, I began to prefer the static since it included everything all going on at once.  These Horizontals represent this odd sound,  all just naturally proceeding along, perceivable only through consciousness.

Just finished this one about an hour ago.  I've been revisiting the Horizontal  from time to time over the years just to check the progress.  I'm relieved to report that I'm still here in a manner of speaking.  



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Monday, May 21, 2012

The Golden Mean

Five Twenty One Twelve Spiral, copr 2012

Phi, 1.618, the golden mean, the, the golden ratio, the Fibonacci sequence and Fibonacci spiral,  all these are expressions of the same thing. The ancient Greeks used this math to portray perfection in art and architecture, having noticed that it appears again and again in nature from the tiniest seashells to galaxies. Ok I made up the galaxies. But they do follow the Fibonacci spiral.   One only has to look at one's own hand to see the application of the Golden mean proportions in the bone lengths of the fingers.  Waves at the beach follow this exact spiral shape, as do pineapples, sunflower seed heads, pine cones and every other form of life..

The Greeks were way ahead of their time however, because Fibonacci (aka Leonardo of Pisa) didn't show up until 1202 AD.  He talked about rabbit breeding in his book, Liber Abaci.  Must have been one of those one-off  sort of artist books because the printing press didn't show up for yet another 400 years.  I think he shows up in the fifties reincarnated as a piano player.  Anyway his imaginary rabbits reproduced at he rate of the Fibonacci sequence as explained here under Origins.  What all this has to do with this post I can't say.  But I wonder what was really on his mind.  Rabbits?  

I was drawn to the form itself, and how downright majestic it is.  However this spiral is not exactly a pure spiral, it's just a series of quarter circles drawn with one leg of a square as the radius following the Fibonacci pattern of squares and golden rectangles.   A true spiral would be drawn with French curves, a continuously expanding curve.  But who am I to argue with God.  I'm just one of the creeping things.







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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

The Flower Of Life--What's so Sacred

Twelve Fifteen Twelve Flower,  duo-tone ink with pastel washes, copr 2012

Most of the people I know glaze over if I even bring it up.  So it's a cute pattern.  Big deal.  Yawn.  They don't understand that this is the essential geometric pattern for all matter, consciousness, light, time, space, all the religions--everything in the universe.  It is found all over the world, from ancient cultures in art and architecture.  It contains all five Platonic solids which are the basis for all  the elements in the periodic table.  It has had a profound effect upon history as secret societies guard its secrets to where any amount of suppression and violence is deemed alright.   The layout of Washington DC follows this pattern precisely.    And science is still discovering the relevance contained in this pattern.  Talk about aesthetics, I can think of nothing more beautiful.  This video is a cartoon that spells much of this out rather clearly.  Enjoy.   





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Monday, May 14, 2012

Geometrical Contemplations

Five Fourteen Twelve Flower, ink with pastel wash, copr 2012


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Straight Lines, Curved Lines?

Plaster Ceiling Ornament, The Bowman Building, 1992

Another one of these old drawings, it has been kicking around for years in my stacks of stuff.  Originating as part of a group of architectural decorations for a  brochure, it seems straightforward enough as quick pen and ink sketch of an object.  The actual object is a ceiling medallion used to catch chandelier soot, thereby keeping it from fouling up the entire ceiling.  While the hole in the center always bothered me, my recent investigations into sacred geometry have peaked my interest in looking at this piece differently.  It always had a sort of power for me as a graphic (even used it as a logo for a while) and I never knew why.  Sure enough there are the six interlocking rings suggestive of the geometric pattern known as the seed/flower of life.  This six pattern appears just everywhere in nature and has been emulated in art and architecture for thousands of years.  

Just looking for something new to latch onto artistically,  maybe this kind of thinking, maybe not. 

Check out this guy.





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Thursday, May 10, 2012

What A Day




Seed Meditation,  1979,  Mixed Media on Bristol,  8x10




I always thought of this piece as a prototype for art my making on a spiritual level.  It represents a sort of personal breakthrough on all kinds of levels.  All of the crazy stuff I did here integrates somehow.  Small as it is, when I come across it I get the same fulfilled feeling I had the day I completed it 32 years ago.   This one piece has had quite an effect on everything after it--it seems.  

So I've been watching You tubes on a variety of subjects, and came across the Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra sung by Hein Braat over and over for an hour and ten minutes.  At first it sounded like more new age nonsense performed by some western dude trying to impress everyone with some secret he's discovered.  
and of course I'm better than him for recognizing this.  I wondered what the words meant, and if this guy knew who he was actually praying to.  Of course I had a laugh thinking he was duped into praying for the downfall and destruction  of Western culture like an occupy guy or something, and of course he would be the first to go.  What a putz.   

Well.  

Looked it up.  Turns out this is one of the most widely known mantras of contemporary Hinduism.  It is thousands of years old.  It is the great death-conquering mantra of the Rig Veda--possibly the most significant centerpiece of all religious expression.   Kept listening.   An hour later I'm sitting here tears streaming down my face apologizing to the universe for being such a creep.   It is so beautiful.   Many thanks to Hein Braat for sharing this incredible piece of music.  I so apologize for my arrogance.  

While all this was going on, I was inspired to look through the files, and came across this 'seed' meditation piece from all those years ago.  Somehow the  Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra  and the art connected.  If I may be so presumptuous as to show my silly artwork with it, here it is. 




  


aum tryambakaṃ yajāmahe sugandhiṃ puṣṭi-vardhanam
urvārukam iva bandhanān mṛtyor mukṣīya māmṛtāt



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Thursday, May 3, 2012

Bad Dog, No Bone

Architectural Detail Dog I, copr.Wm Cook, 1989

"So, Mr. Caruthers, how would you like to decorate your home?"  " Well I think I would like the meanest, nastiest dogs of hell beneath the pilasters, kind of as a welcome sign for all my creditors and all the creeps that come to my door.  And my welcome mat should say, 'Go Away'."  I mean what was this guy thinking?   It must have been in vogue to try and repel visitors back in the gay nineties.  This and another dog sculpture pointing the other way flanked the front door of a well to do city townhouse in downtown Baltimore.

I liked old bowser nonetheless kind of like a kid likes guts.  Something visceral about him.  I never got the flowery tail though--but thought it would make a killer logo so I drew a box around it--which itself became part of the drawing.  Don't try this at home. 

I love you all.

Architectural Detail Dog II, copr.Wm Cook, 1989



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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

There Goes The Neighborhood

Alumni House, State University of New York at Cortland
The thing is, it's not really my house.  
(I do have the old clawfoot tub next to the driveway, though (now she thinks I'm deliberately trying to bring down real estate prices here in sunny Overlea)).  

This is the grand Alumni House at SUNY Cortland, New York.  In the last post I showed the  duotone base drawing in brown and black ink, and this is how the final project turned out in color.  The approval process yielded only two minor changes, one of which was to deepen the brick color--both easily resolved in Photoshop.   Great project start to finish and the people at SUNY were super to work with. 

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Thursday, April 19, 2012

Bathroom Renovation Break Over

I'm still on the planet!  Thanks to everyone who has been curious as to my strange disappearance last September and sent a note.  A lot has gone on that took me away from the daily habit of blogging.  So just to get me back in the mood, I took my new easel that I cobbled together out of my camera tripod and my old plein air kit--and went out front to sketch the place.  Anybody want to buy an old clawfoot tub?  It's still sittin on the side porch behind the third bush to the left.  She's getting antsy about having it around because of what the neighbors might be saying.    






I haven't got a clue what this is other than something to entertain the beast while I took a break.  Starting to feel rested.  







I'll try not to let 7 months go by before the next post.  


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Friday, September 30, 2011

The Soccer Field

Linover Park, 6" X 8", Oil on panel, 2010
Years went by, three kids, every fall right around now, the soccer season starts.  Teams were picked, practice schedules handed out, later uniforms and finally opening day, the big bake sale and then the games.  I always sat here wistfully looking at these trees thinking that by the end of the season there would be a few brown leaves left, after watching the autumn color show.  And what started in shorts and tee shirts always ended up in heavy winter coats--it got cold as a spectator.   The games were usually over by dusk, and each kid in their own time and I would drive home in the dark discussing ball controll skills or whatever. 

This piece began life as a pen and ink sketch during the first kid's soccer carreer.

Linover Park sketch, 1993

Some time later I glued it down to a panel and used my tinted gum arabic method to develop the tonal qualities, exploring that idea of a rapid oil painting approach.  Aaa. Threw it in a drawer along with several other similar plaques.  I found it a couple years ago, set up a pallet and slopped the paint on for old time's sake (the first time with oils in twenty years).   I observed it for over a year, and then last winter just before I started this blog I finished it with the glazing, tuning and the foreground shadow (which it needed bad). 

This thing started out when my first kid was about 10, he's now 27.  All those games, all that life, all the art.  Haven't been to Linover in years.

Update: Out of curiosity and LW's comment, I just went over to grab a shot.  Looks like they still have up the bunting from opening day, and the trees are getting a bit yellower.

Linover Park, 2011


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Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Maple Tree

The Maple Tree, Oil on panel, 17 X 14", 
It started out as a dots and dashes drawing from life--with the intention of maybe turning it into an oil painting. After I got a nice pile of these 'candidates', I planned to make a selection and stick a few down to panels.  Poof.  Instant painting cartoons.  After a bunch of underwashes and some color daubs, this began piece to take shape.  The point is, it was done in the studio, primarily from the field notes and memory.  Very interesting way to work.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

The Viewpoint School Project.


Viewpoint School is a long, thin campus, situated on a valley floor.  A football field wouldn't fit across it.  This Google Earth shot including the suggestion of topography, has been carefully selected to show the best view of the campus.  Three of the four main buildings in the center area are presently under construction, and will have to be added.  But the important promenades and other features both existing and future, have all been accounted for in this point of view.  The elevation is perfect--everything will show up just fine.  

The only problem will be the oversized foreground due to perspective.  The football program is overshadowing the academic program--not that the kids would complain, but maybe the parents would care a little.  So this natural, correct perspective will have to be altered in such a way that the campus still looks like the campus, and the academic program gets a fair share of the space.   

Time to break all the rules.    

Add caption




This shows these major compositional adjustments.  I've also applied all this to the layout being used for the primary usage--a brochure.  This shows where the gutter (center fold) will lie, and the rough shape of the illustration perimeter.   The vignetting is typical of my aerials, and the colors have been quickly saturated to feel like my work.  This image is a combination of an existing campus map and the Google Earth shot.  Things have been pushed, prodded and lovingly caressed into this state rapidly, with absolutely no attention to detail.   In this way the success of the composition is assured, but it wouldn't be any great loss if the whole thing was rejected.  In this case the graphic designer, the school development office, the headmaster--everyone involved concurred and approved this quick but crucial step.  I think of it as a thumbnail where all the major stuff comes together.      




The next step is to establish the "footprints" of the buildings.  Most of them are represented, but the new buildings will have to be added using architectural plans and diagrams.  Here is the basic "footprint" plan.  Again, a little more labor intensive, but still quick and very crucial, this step establishes a solid foundation for the illustration.  







Out of these "footprints" I will "grow" each of the buildings using the many ground shots I gathered during my visit, and renderings of the future buildings.  Some tweaking is going on with the football field still, the art director thinks it doesn't have enough perspective--picky, picky, picky.  On the other hand this is where all this stuff needs to be addressed, and as it turns out he was dead on correct.  By this time the tweaks are very minor.  






The preliminary rough is the first glimpse of how the illustration will hang together.  In addition to the actual buildings in position, the hills around the campus are being suggested.  This is what makes this campus unique, and was on the wish list of things to show in this piece.  These hills are most famous in that all the old westerns were filmed here.  Hollywood is not that far away.  I thought that was very cool indeed.  






The bulk of the work on the illustration takes place here.  This is the detail rough where all the details are shown correctly.  More tweaks to the football and softball fields.  We'll get there.  I'm also beginning to think about the pen and ink work, and how to "render" it all down so that everything is there or implied without coloring the whole thing black (this original meaning of "rendering" as applied to art--a simplification process).  There is so much detail to be dealt with, but all must be believable and pleasing to the eye.  Also some of the trees are moving and getting shorter or disappearing altogether for the sake of clarity.   






This is the final illustration underway.  The pen and ink work is all in place, featuring a duotone pen and ink effort in black, and then brown ink, a sort of grasailles translation into the ink media.  I feel it is the perfect underwork for coloring, in that all the primaries are already represented.  A colored black ink drawing seems inadequate, and does not feel right to me.  Sometimes I increase the effect by rubbing burnt umber pastel onto the surface and then using an eraser to knock out highlights.  This step increases the drama, and does all sorts of neat things to the color, as one might expect.  I elected not to do that here; too much going on to keep it all under control.  Went right to the coloring--very sharp Prismacolor pencil points.  




The Viewpoint School, Santa Monica Hills, California (click to enlarge)


And finally, the illustration complete.  Six weeks, a really cool trip, lots of friendly banter, instinct, art and lovin life.   Had a blast start to finish, I hope that shows.  

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Monday, August 22, 2011

What I Did On My Summer Vacation

Sunset, looking east



Virginia Dare (The first European born in America), August 18, 1587.
Roanoke Colony was the first English colony in the new world and she, the first child.
The colony fell on hard times, her grandfather, John White, among others went home
for help.  When he returned, the entire colony was gone without a trace--including
his grand-daughter.  No one knows what became of her.  This sculpture shows her
 as an adult having been raised by the Indians, in the unlikely event that she survived.
Ah artists.  



Sunrise at Nags Head



Sunset at Nags Head


Hi Folks.  Guess I've been slightly remiss in keeping up with all this, but I'm home and refreshed.  Took all the art supplies, but didn't use them even once.  The snapshots were too much fun.  Besides we read some killer novels, and used up a lot of No. 50 suntan stuff.  I think we actually changed races, and I definitely got beach bum down.  It's rough--you get up, drink coffee, go to the beach, and go back to sleep.  When you wake up you knock off a few chapters and get in the ocean.  Then it's beer til bedtime.  It's amazing I survived.

The above beach shots are from South Nags Head, Outer Banks, NC.  For two weeks we were admitted to heaven.  Traveled around a tad, like down to Hatteras and Ocracoke, and over to Roanoke Island to see the Elizabethan Gardens (also  represented above).

I was absolutely intrigued by the different character of the sky throughout the day--always changing--always wildly beautiful.  Every kind of cloud form and color imaginable.  Crazy stuff.  Hope these pics show some of this.

I would love to make paintings of all these, and many of the 245 other shots from this group.

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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Something Different--The Basics

A Santa Monica Hill,  5X7",  Ink, Prismacolor

Long Shadows, 5X7",  Prismacolor 


Roadside, 5X7", Prismacolor

Something a little different.  Maybe a bit rusty, but I do love drawing with indigo pencils.  My first love is drawing.  Everything else derives from it.  OK maybe not cement.  These remind me a little of Maggie [Latham] who disappeared from blogging last week to sort out the next phase of  her career.  Maggie you are missed.   All the best to you.

These are sketches from the computer screen-- a few of the snapshots I took while in California last month.  I love drawing outside from life, but this is the next best thing, and one can rip through a lot of trial compositions in short order.  I'm looking for natural compositions--the kind you can't make up--not necessarily trying to display any great drawing skill, just interesting composition--sort of an exercise of the eye and a training of the hand.

What happens to these I don't know.  Perhaps they will suggest an abstract approach,  maybe they will become nice sloppy luscious oil paintings--or mudpies, or nothing further.  For now they're just fun to play with in a sort of rapid-fire no mind way.

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Monday, July 18, 2011

Enso Practice

Enso Practice With Paint Can Marks And Other Decorations, 17X22", mixed media

Many more ensos than one can see.
They recede into the layers.
If you think you've seen one,
you probably did.  
I have no idea how to meditate.
I have no idea why I paint.
But my feet no longer touch the ground.
And I don't want anything.  

Painted my second story woodwork
hanging off a ladder once.
Cream with dark brown siding.
Lost my grip, dropped the can.
What a painting. Everywhere.
And paint can ensos all over
the sidewalk.   Still there.
But you have to look.


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