Alright, so I’ve written a little bit about teaching and writing in my last two blog posts. If I decided to, I could write a book about teaching and writing. In my last two posts I didn’t touch on my philosophy of teaching nor it’s sociological and economic dimensions. I just introduced you to my practice. In a later blog, I want to address my intellectual development in all of its many manifestations, permutations and stages. Now, in this fourth post in this series I come to art.
The act of creating or making art, in my humble opinion, should be called arting. If I can teach and write, I should be able to art. I know, as a verb it doesn’t work in the English language. It should. I’ve been arting for a long time. It’s never been a way for me to make a living nor do I have much formal training in art, like I had in teaching and writing. Still, it’s been an important part of my life.
When I was a kid I’m sure I played with crayons. I may even have drawn stick people on the wall of the bedroom, but I can’t recall. What I vividly remember maybe at the ages of five or six is watching my older sisters, Thérèse in particular, drawing what I can only describe as fashion figures, always young women with elaborate hairdos, flowing gowns and elegant arms. Thérèse would not consider herself an artist now, but I thought she was amazing. Some of my other sisters probably did it too, but I don’t recall. If they read this, they could maybe jog my memory. A little later in my life I clearly remember my uncle Denis paint a kind of small cartoon character on the side of my brother-in-law’s car. It blew me away. How could anybody do such a wonderful thing? I’m sure these events had something to do with my compulsion to paint and draw later in my life, but I don’t recall actually making the connection at the time. I don’t think I ever said to myself: “Boy, I want to do that too!” It wasn’t like that. Then I went off to boarding school and art was not on the curriculum. Music and theatre were taught to some extent, but sports dominated extra-curricular activities.
When I left boarding school before completing grade twelve, it took me some time to adjust to life on the outside. After some time I took an informal painting course with a nun I had not previously known. (I was taught in elementary school by nuns but she wasn’t one of them.) My sister Lucy and my uncle Denis were also involved. Lucy painted like a dream as did my uncle. I had already tried to paint. I bought some cheap oil paints, a rickety easel (which I still have), a couple of brushes, canvas boards and eventually some canvas and stretchers. I put together a few paintings, some quite large but none very good. Well, I was just starting out, but I was impatient. I wanted to paint a masterpiece. I bought some how-to-paint books (I still have those too). One by Robert Wood, a California landscape painter caught my fancy as well as a book of photographs he took that could be used to inspire paintings. I used that to paint a sunset and it turned out pretty well. (I’m not sure where that painting is now. Maybe long gone after a short stint in a dumpster) I was encouraged. I didn’t draw well at the time so I stayed away from painting figures. That came much later. This painting is based on a Ringo Starr album cover. I don’t know why I wanted to paint it but I did and I realized that I could have some control over my paints and brushes.
The kids were scared of this painting for a long time. They still may be for all I know. The grandkids probably are too. Who knows why.
I also painted this little boat. I still have this painting. It’s 16 X 20 and hangs in my studio in the corner. It’s a reminder of what I did in the far distant past. Yes, far distant past.
I think it’s okay for what it is and when I did it.
This covered bridge painting I did in 1971 while I studied with the nun I mentioned before (Damn, I wish I could remember her name!)
So, anyway, this is some of my earlier work. By 1974 I was doing more drawing but I was in university and that put a cramp in the time I could dedicate to my art. And besides, we got married in 1973 and that also took up some of my time…in an entirely good way, I might add.
It took me ten years to get back into arting after we had moved to the Comox Valley the year before. That’s when I read Betty Edwards’ book Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain. It inspired me to draw again, but this time in a more realistic style. I wanted to be able to draw what I saw when I wanted to. So, I started doing this kind of thing:
These two last images of derelict boats (the pencil drawing and the acrylic painting) came from some photographs I took on River Road in Delta, BC, I can’t remember exactly when, but it would have been in the 1970s sometime. Over the years I did three more acrylic paintings incorporating two boats from the photographs I took in the 70s, the Elcay and the VR 280:
I also did a pencil drawing of the same two boats in the mid 90:
That drawing and a course I took in printmaking at North Island College with John Hooley changed my direction to some extent. I was still interested in painting and drawing, but now I would add printmaking to my repertoire, a medium I very much enjoy. This drawing became the first intaglio print I did. I used a zinc plate that was etched in nitric acid to get the effect I wanted, which was this:
I really need to take a better photograph of this piece. I have an edition of 30 of these prints (I do believe) that are now for sale. I’ve already sold a couple.
During my course with John Hooley I also learned how to do relief printing and silkscreening. I need to take a silkscreening course again because the techniques and materials have changes so much in the last 25 years.
After moving to Cumberland in 2002 I had a large studio available to me:
That allowed me to set up a painting and leave it on the easel as long as I needed to instead of having to take everything down every time I finished a session because we needed the space for something else. I’m now working on some prints and have a printing set-up in my studio for relief printing. I also have a large acrylic painting on the go…which I WILL finish soon because I want to finish up an oil painting I started 10 or 15 years ago at least. Me in my studio ten years ago:
Five years ago I did this from a photograph one of my former students who was a new mom at the time allowed me to use. She has this drawing. I’ve always meant to do a painting based on this drawing. It’s still my intention, but I have stopped pressuring myself to do this kind of thing. It will happen if it happens. One thing is certain, I have no shortage of projects. My only limitations are my aging body and time.
If you’re interested in seeing more of my work I have a selection of it on my other blog: http://rogeralbert.blogspot.ca.
Over the past 25 years I’ve done a number of realistic pieces but I tend more to the impressionistic side of things and I even do what some people would consider pretty kooky works. I’ve copied the works of some of the masters including Vermeer and Schiele. I can’t say that I’ve been overly influenced by any one artist of the past. I just do what comes to mind.
I love to doodle and sometimes I’m astonished by what comes out:
I often carry a drawing notebook with me but don’t always use it. Sometimes I just sit and think about painting or drawing subjects. Art is never far from my thoughts. Neither is writing. They tend to compete for brain space. Carolyn knows all too well what this means for my lack of attention to other things I could very well be attending to in my environment, social and natural especially as they concern her. My brain is a busy place. If a subject attracts my attention in a particularly forceful way I’ll sit and draw it if it’s possible given time and place. Drawing people on the ferry and sitting at picnic tables in parks has been fruitful for me in terms of drawing subjects. I’m finding too that I’m increasingly drawn to ink rather than pencil for my doodles and mini sketches. My ink drawings tend to be less precious and more spontaneous. I like that.
A group of printers and I associated with the Comox Valley Printmakers Association just last weekend had a pop-up exhibition and sale in Cumberland. We had some 500 people come through in my estimation. Some say more came through. Now I have to finish up some flooring upstairs in the house and some window and door trim. Art has to be set aside for a bit. That said, I never stop thinking about it. But, you know what? I have to clean up my damn studio. I may want to be on a studio tour sometime soon.
That’s enough for now. I’ve already started to plan my next blog post. It will be a about my intellectual development.
7 thoughts on “My Life as Teacher, Writer, and Artist: Part 4: Arting.”
Keep on arting! You have much more to share with us over many years, we hope. I am envious of your diverse talents and open new windows on so many worlds
I do a lot of things, but it’s partly because I can’t shut my brain up. It’s actually quite good for me because if I get tired of writing I can always go into my studio and work on a painting or crank up my chainsaw to do some carving. Never a dull moment.
I do have a number of skills. I have a woodworking shop with a variety of power tools that take some time to learn how to use safely and effectively. I have lots of painting and printmaking tools. They also take time to learn how to use. Now I can use them pretty easily and safely. Aging is tough though. I can’t do anywhere near what I used to be able to do.
I like that phrase, “I can’t shut my brain off.” I understand this phenomenon. I experienced it a lot in my earlier years. I seem to have trained myself to shut my brain down enough to get much needed R&R for which I am thankful. Keep the posts rolling. They are very interesting.
Actually I sleep quite well and that helps a lot. My CPAP machine is instrumental for that I expect although I slept quite well before I got it. It’s Carolyn who couldn’t sleep with all my snoring! How are you doing with your machine?
It us making some difference as far as the number of apneac events that have occurred while I sleep. They tested me with the pulse odometer before they put me on the trial with the CPAP machine. They were able to read my sleep events via WiFi (pretty amazing). The lady reported that when using the machine my apnea events were significantly reduced. Then they had me pick up the pulse odometer on Friday to use along with the CPAP machine. I found it difficult to settle down with the tubing, mask, and thing on my finger plus the extra machine. I had to document on paper every time I got up to pee. It’s kind of humorous in a way. Tomorrow I will return the pulse oximeter. I’m not sure what comes next, but I will use the loaner CPAP machine a bit longer. Then I will apply for a donated machine and hope they will give me one of them. I’m quite sure they will. A woman I know died in her sleep last year and tgey think it was her untreated sleep apnea that took her life. However, she was also a chronic alcohol so that must have played a role in her demise as well.
They (Joan Dryden) told me that I was having around 15 apneac events prior to using the CPAP machine. My CPAP machine tells me that I’m down to 2.5 or lower. Some nights I’m down to less than 1. It will be interesting to see how you make out with it in a month or so.
Very insightful post, sir 🙂 I too share a similar passion of art and writing. Right now I’m spending my time on these things as a hobby, but I still need to develop my skills even better to make a career out of it, if possible.
Keep sharing your experiences like this 🙂
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