a wonderful Matisse

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Henri Matisse, “Blue” Still Life, 1907, Barnes Foundation

I have a small reproduction of Matisse’s painting hanging in my studio from a paper clip and I look at it often. I’ve even previously posted a quick, early morning drawing that I made of the picture while sitting in the gloom before dawn.

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Looking at Matisse’s picture more closely, I got to wondering what the filaments are below the urn. Any thoughts? They look somewhat like coral or like onions when they sprout (though the color is all wrong for onions). I was able to find the painting’s home (the Barnes Foundation) and a little bit of descriptive information at the museum website, but no mention of the feature that puzzles me.

Thus, alas, the mystery persists.

But seeing the webpage, I knew I must share it with WordPress readers and with my future self since it has a wonderful enlargement feature, and you can see marvelous details of Matisse’s painting. Saving and sharing the link is the entire purpose of this post, so do have a look, if you are a Matisse fan. The color details and forms are well worth it.

still figuring it out

Flowers, detail of a work in progress by Aletha Kuschan, oil on canvas.
detail of a work in progress

A new schedule has me neglecting my little blog. But bit by bit, perhaps I’ll get it revved up again. In the interim, been painting. The above picture comes from a large work in progress. I am loving the texture of oil paint and the wonderful aroma of linseed oil.

Hope life is treating you well, dear Reader, wherever you are.

Life is good!

Been busy

Collage "sketch" path to flowering trees, cut papers and drawing by Aletha Kuschan.
Collage landscape, path to flowering trees

I love to find ideas. The creativity of art has always been the big attraction for me. I am restless by nature — also very curious. I like to find other ways of doing a thing. I like to turn an idea around and view it from different perspectives. Consequently, I have been AWOL from my blog, but have been busy looking for ways to make this blog more engaging — more engaging for me — as well as for the lovely people who find this “message in a bottle.” I’ve been sending myself back to school, doing my homework and hunting for fresh perspectives.

Whatever I have learned, I’ll share with you. There’s so much creativity out there in the world and so many people sharing their ideas on the internet. I have been in learning mode and soon I hope to return to sharing mode. So, stay tuned!

more fruit & thoughts about drawing

Compotier, drawing of fruits in a bowl against an orange background by Aletha Kuschan - neocolor, 8x10 inches.
Compotier against an Orange Background, neocolor, 8×10 inches

Still thinking about how to write meditatively about art as meditation and how to do so without putting the reader into a deep hypnotic sleep. Well, unless, of course, I wish to market the product as a sleep aide. Drawing is meditative. Some commentary on that aspect is useful. Yet it’s difficult to characterize. My previous post launches into the topic, but I haven’t been able to revisit that writing since creating the first draft.

There is an abundance of writing about how to draw. Much of it describes short cuts and well-known strategies. I want to describe an individual path that is possible whenever you decide merely to respond to what you see. Starting anywhere is part of that process. For if you are just drawing, even the identity of each thing is not so important. I like a kind of drawing that is perceptual. Colors and contrasts float in the air before you — and you decide to record some of them through the abstraction of line. What’s that like?

Never fear (I tell myself) the words for this process will arrive too. Words are wonderful — as wonderful for knowing thoughts as lines and colors are wonderful for seeing.

Meanwhile, I have been drawing. The blue bowl is so amazing to observe — its facets, colors, the ways it distorts its contents. I have a painting to finish that includes the empty bowl. Upon further reflection I feel that perhaps the bowl should hold things. Don’t know why I began the painting with the bowl empty.

In odd moments I make little pencil drawings too.

Two drawings of a compotier of fruit sitting on a table, pencil, 4x5.5 inches, by Aletha Kuschan.
Two drawings of a compotier of fruit on a table, pencil, 4×5.5 notebook

I love making lines. Even casual little smudgy drawings made while having a conversation bring so much delight. Such drawings are relaxing and make me feel connected to my surroundings.

starting anywhere

Compotier of Fruit, colored pencil drawing by Aletha Kuschan, 4x6 inches.
Drawing of a compotier with fruit, colored pencil, 4×6 inches

I have begun writing a book about drawing. This post includes a very rough, first draft of an early portion of the book, which is why one part of the text below refers to “this book.” In the current outline, this section is one of ten parts. Reader comments and suggestions are most welcome.

It’s challenging to describe the process of seeing. It’s hard to capture the interest. The perception is experiential. The connection is hard to put into words. But I aim to try. I may edit the material at this same post as I get new ideas for its rewriting. The illustrations are provisional.

The natural beginning of drawing is the desire to do it. You have looked around at the world of visual things and learned that you want to make pictures of the phenomena you see. Maybe the desire arose because of drawings that you have seen that you love. These drawings prompted a desire to make your own drawings. The meditations that follow will get behind desire and lead into observation and description. These writings are not about technique. So many such books exist already, and while it is perfectly fine to create yet another book on technique; this one leaves all technical questions unanswered. My focus will be simply perception and the unfolding thoughts that arise while looking at things with a pencil in hand.

If you were drawing for the first time, where should you begin? Your notion of what a thing looks like might suggest that you begin “here” rather than “there.” You’ve probably heard that in drawing a face you begin with an oval. An oval generalizes the shape of the face into one simple element. It’s a good beginning. However, you could as readily start by describing the contours of a face and then you really have to begin that linear path somewhere. Should you start with the brow, or the shape of the left eye, or the bridge of the nose, and so on? The pencil has to drop onto the paper and begin a line somewhere. What I am counseling now as a form of meditation is to let go even of the choice, to allow intuition or some hunch to direct the first motions so that you find yourself simply looking at something (it could be a face or could be something else). You just begin where you begin. It doesn’t even matter.

You pick a beginning point and then let the pencil describe lines that you see as you see them. When you notice something next, you draw that. You follow a series of perceptions and each one finds expression on this page in a sequence of time that is not logical but which is temporal. It is what you noticed. That was the order. Your pencil lines follow lines that seem to occur in the scene — the edges of objects or the lines that mark visual contrasts of one sort or another.

On my table sits a blue pedestal dish, a compotier. I found it in a thrift store and it has been my delight. I have loved the compotier as a form since encountering this type of bowl in the paintings of Henri Matisse, Pierre Bonnard and others. I wanted to find one myself (and now I have several of different design). The blue glass compotier is a favorite because its shape is lovely and also because the fruits that you put inside it are colored by the blue glass which adds an enjoyable element of complexity to the image.

Right now, my blue bowl has bright colored, artificial fruits sitting inside it.

I can draw the same arrangement whenever I want since the fruit isn’t real and only gets a bit dusty but otherwise doesn’t change. Only the light changes. Of course, changing light changes everything. It’s not for avoidance of change that I use the artificial fruits. Real fruits are lovely, but then I would have to create precise times for drawing because fruit spoils; whereas this bowl is always available, always ready to look at and draw. If you want to draw suddenly, spontaneously, having something prearranged is helpful. But everything that I say could be applied to anything that you see — whether it is steady and solid, or whether it is moving and ephemeral.

I always seem to start with the largest fruit, drawing it as a loosely circular shape and then I begin indicating its relationship to the bowl. The edge of this bowl follows a series of curves that are decorated with little “tear drops” in each place where two curves intersect. I draw those curves as they pass in front of the large fruit — which is supposed to be a pomegranate, but which could as easily seem to be an apple. Next to the pomegranate, a fake bright yellow lemon rests in the bowl. Its color is greener and darker where visible inside the bowl and is brighter and more yellow where it rises above the bowl’s edges. There’s a gap between the lemon and the pomegranate. These gaps between things are often the most beautiful elements of seeing. At these gaps we are not looking at “things” anymore. We see what in art is called the “negative space.” The gaps are composed of somewhat random parts of objects.

In the case of this fruit bowl, in the gap between pomegranate and lemon, part of a pear is visible under and mostly covered by the fruits around it. The bottom contour of the pear appears through the glass. Its edges lie below the pomegranate and the lemon. The pear is dark, shadowed by its surroundings, its edges, softened by the glass. Not all edges are equally crisp. You notice that some edges fuse into adjacent colors. You are aware of light diminishing next to the lemon. Only in one place is the pear lit even a little, where its surface curves out and catches a faint glow.

As I look notice these effects that lack names. I draw in a meditative way. I am not in any hurry. I have an eraser to use if there’s any stray line that seems to interfere with my ideas as I go forward. But since I am not insistent about accuracy, I leave most of the preliminary lines exactly where they fell. I only change them if they seem to confuse my next decision. As I notice shapes, I put them down. In this instance I am using color, so I place the local color with similar directness and immediacy. If I were using only pencil, then instead of noticing color, I would think about the variations between dark and light. (1,016 words)

Drawing of a Compotier by Aletha Kuschan, colored pencil, 8x10 inches.
Drawing of a compotier, colored pencil, 8×10 inches

These are visual thoughts. I don’t worry about any need to be correct. I do want the observations to be true. I draw what I thought I saw. That’s important to me. If what I thought I saw doesn’t look like the actual objects that will be interesting in its own way. Then I can compare — meditatively — the drawing and its subject and can ask myself what differences are evident.

The large pomegranate looks dark and almost brownish. I make it redder because I just want to. Some green grapes drape over the other fruits. I generalize the group of grapes as chiefly one shape. Later I will draw some individual grapes. They are confusing if I try to draw the individual grapes. But I try to draw some of them anyway. One the rightside edge part of an apple appears as a curve behind and beside the pomegranate. Only a sliver can be seen, like a red sliver moon. The contour touches the right rim of the bowl, creating another of those “gaps” where complex bits of visual effect occurs. The bottom of the apple is also visible underneath the pomegranate, darkened by the blue of the glass. Parts of the bowl interior are empty. They are variations on the color blue. In some places they are lighter or darker, warmer or cooler. The bottom edge is darker than the rest and that darkness is easily drawn as thick contour: inside that thickness the darkness diminishes into a softened effect. The diminishing darkness is like the diminishing sound of a bell.

I can render edges as lines and allow them to be ideas — ideas about the boundaries of objects and ideas about shapes on a page. Or I can imitate the light effects I see and have parts that are dark and firm or diminished and softened. I have lots of choices about what I notice and how I decide to imitate it. These observations and choices I decide to make intuitively. I am in no hurry. I decide as I go. I have lots of time to look at the object in front of me. As I look, I discover a jewel-like aspect of reality: that wherever you look, the deeper you look, the more you see. Each corner of the visual world is filled with light and sensation. Each interior gives way to more incident. There is always more to see than you can describe.

Certain kinds of drawing or painting instruction teach ways that you can generalize what you see so that you create one kind of facsimile. You learn techniques for imitating the visual effects, and can sometimes imitate so well, that the thing seems to sit there on the page. All that is wonderful. But throughout this book, we are using drawing differently. We are using drawing as a way of noticing things that we see, including some things that might be too difficult to draw (or too difficult right now at one’s level of observation). We are drawing them anyway. We draw them to increase our notice of them. We draw them to deepen our experience of them. When we stay with the drawing, trusting a process. We will create some drawings that we’ll enjoy. But we are not doing the drawings for that purpose either — not yet. And we don’t necessarily ever have to draw with a preconceived plan if we decide that we love this journey. Those are future oriented choices, and the drawing is only about the drawing that you are making right now.

How am I most aware that I have “started anywhere”?

By doing the same drawing again and now beginning in a new place. If I began with the shape of the pomegranate in the first drawing, now I begin with the lemon — or with the grapes that drape over everything — or with part of the shape of the bowl. Or I can even begin with the “gap” — I can draw the pear first, that which I cannot fully see, drawing only the part. I can choose any random feature of the scene and begin observing there. It can seem very counterproductive to start this way because you lose some of the sense of the thingness of the thing. A parabolic area of murky gray-green is cognitively different from a partly visible pear. Perhaps sometimes I even lose track of what I am drawing and see only colors and shapes.

When I begin with the pomegranate I can tell myself it is round. If I begin with one of the gaps — the bits of light, shape and color that are parts of some object that is mostly hidden — then I am not describing any “thing” — I am instead describing percepts. This color that I see seems to have this shape. It appears thus dark or thus light. The thing is gone. Drawing the perceptions that are detached from identifiable things allows you to notice the entire scene in a new way. This reframing of the experience helps us into the meditative aspect. Because I am just looking and just recording, it doesn’t matter what the things are. If I were to visually describe the perceptions in my drawing with great accuracy, of course, all the “things” will seem to rematerialize. But before we let lose such ambitions, it’s wise first to merely notice what you notice. Whatever happens on the page, we’ll just call that the drawing.

So, in order to learn how to “begin anywhere,” it is helpful to do more than one drawing. In the first drawing I start in one spot and in the second drawing I start somewhere else. Then I can afterwards compare the two drawings not only with their subject but with each other. I can note how I saw things differently (or perhaps I saw them in fundamentally the same way) even though I began the drawings from different initial observations.

This is the essence of beginning anywhere. The process starts somewhat randomly. No conventions intrude. No particular order gets imposed, but instead the image is allowed to emerge.

The beginning has temporal depth. An experience unfolds. When we “begin anywhere” we challenge our preconceptions about what we’re seeing. We are taking the image apart and putting it back together again conceptually. If each time we start from a new place, we reorganize the ideas. Each iteration forces one to think about ensemble in a new fashion. And since the visual reality is densely complex, there will always be more to see, not less. In any moment there is more reality sitting in front of the artist than he can possibly record. This fact is wonderful.

The reality is wealthy, and we can dip into its riches whenever we please. (additional 1,140 words)

coming back — feelings are moments of return in a continuous circling

Bouquet of Flowers on a Red Cloth with Seashell, by Aletha Kuschan, pastel on sanded paper.
Bouquet of Flowers on a Red Cloth with Seashell, pastel on sanded paper

One aspect of writing a blog is that you’re always trying to come up with new story ideas. I want to say something different from what I have said before. I realize in moments of insight that constant newness is an unrealistic goal because much of life — perhaps most of life — is recapitulation. Nature renews herself with the return of the seasons. The seasons bring back the same plants and flowers as formerly. Life is always new, and life is also always similar to how it was before. I should know this lesson well, but sometimes one forgets.

Certainly in art, I know that the artist constantly recapitulates. One of the things I have always loved about drawing and painting is the blank page. I love the new beginning of it. And yet an artist’s skills are not radically changed from one drawing to the next, so each drawing bears a family likeness to its predecessors. This is a marvelous fact. It demonstrates the stability of your skill and your personality. It is this very steadiness that gives you insight into yourself when you draw, for you witness aspects of your personality through the character of the images you make and through watching the unfolding process of how you make them. Drawing is one of the mirrors we gaze into as we discover ourselves. There’s a difference between insight and narcissism. It’s up to the artist to make sure the reflection comes back as insight.

Today I remind myself (and whoever reads these words) that once again spring has brought us the familiar flowers. They are lovely again. They are no less new for being the same flowers that we saw last year. Indeed, if we make ourselves aware, we find that seasons are far smaller than we know for Life renews itself on infinitely small scales. This moment is new. This moment which has departed before I can type these words is supplanted by a new moment — and by a moment after that one — and this everyday miracle is constantly occurring. We make our passage through time. Passing through time we walk through a corridor of continuous newness. All that’s needed is our notice that Life is new.

flower power

Flower Wall by Aletha Kuschan as it could look in an elegant room. Acrylic on canvas, 48x48 inches, original art.
Flower Wall – Birds and Flowers, acrylic on canvas, 48×48 inches

More and more now, the outdoors and the indoors agree — it is flower time. And the flowers want to bloom in your life and on your walls.

Dark Floral in an exhibition.  Painting by Aletha Kuschan. Acrylic on canvas, framed.
Dark Floral, acrylic on canvas, framed (approximately 36×48 inches)

Flowers capture many moods.

Roses and Carnations in a Pickle Jar, traditional pastel drawing by Aletha Kuschan. On sanded paper, framed with museum glass.
Roses and Carnations in a Pickle Jar, pastel on sanded paper (framed under museum glass)

Sometimes the flowers are life-sized. They mirror reality.

most in the moment

Drawing of an Antelope Sculpture in front of a Floral Textile design by Aletha Kuschan, pencil drawing in a notebook.
Antelope in front of a Textile Design, notebook drawing, 7.25×10 inches, pencil

I am curious what people who like to draw think of drawing as a form of meditation? Sometimes drawing can be frustrating, of course — and we tend not to think of frustrating experiences as meditative. When drawing goes well, though, and one finds oneself in the “zone,” of course, that’s different. When time and drawing flow together and the lines seem to match the thing that one sees, and the movement of the pencil is part of time moving smoothly — sometimes you can forget about clock time entirely and find yourself lost in the unfolding perception. That state is wonderful and meditative both in the ways that it takes the artist deeper into an experience and produces a feeling of calm, clarity and a greater appreciation of the moment.

And yet, drawing as a task is composed of different parts and I wonder what aspects of drawing are most meditative for most people. Perhaps it is the sense of a deeper seeing of whatever you’re looking at? If you work outdoors, maybe it brings you a closer feeling of connection to nature — to places and weather and atmosphere. Possibly the repetitions of drawing remind you of the fundamental repetition involved in a meditation practice? (Very much in Edgar Degas territory, by the way, he who said, “You must redo the same thing ten times, a hundred times. “Il faut refaire la même chose, dix fois, cent fois.”)

Perhaps the quietness of drawing is meditative also. People don’t typically talk and draw at the same time. You can talk and draw, but the more deeply you get into the process of drawing, the more one’s words quiet down and cease. It’s like being able to walk and chew gum at the same time. That’s easy. But you don’t hear about any Olympic skaters doing triple Salchows and chewing gum at the same time. The more you are focused deeply in the activity, the more that everything else quiets down in mind and body. The more intense and focused is one’s attention to the subject of art, the more that the pencil (pen or brush) takes us into a bit of timelessness.

What think you, Readers? Do certain meditative experiences of drawing stand out for you? And if so, what characterizes them? What happened when you were most focused on the line and the image in your thought? Please leave a comment, if you’re so inclined.

If you want some meditative music to accompany your drawing sessions, let me recommend the lovely, quiet, repetitions posted by Cat Trumpet, HERE.

my Bonnard & Bonnard’s Bonnard

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Pierre Bonnard, Still Life with Melon (Nature Morte au Melon), 1941, private collection

Bonnard’s Still Life with Melon seems to be about the color red, as though asserting how the color red is so rich and attractive. Bonnard had a red tablecloth that we know about, which is often present in photographs of his home Le Cannet. That tablecloth appears in many of his still lifes and interiors. In this particular painting above, the composition seems to be predominantly an excuse to paint the color. And everything else in the picture plays a subordinate role and seems to be present to make the red more powerful. You could conclude that you don’t need any more compelling reason to paint than to put down certain colors. The use of the color is enough. But the objects of Bonnard’s still life provide shapes to fill with color. We might not know, sometimes, what they represent — what shapes they are, but a whole picture is there to color. He is not making it up. There was a motif of real-life things that provided an ensemble to be observed. The picture cannot be exclusively about the red because the red needs an environment in which it can be as bold as it is.

Moreover, the other objects keep Bonnard from having to guess what other colors to use to express this red. Rather than guessing at and inventing surrounding colors (as one would do in abstraction), he can look at actual things and see the color relationships among them. The objects also create a composition of shapes that inter-relate with each other in forms of line and space. So he can explore not only the red which he finds so beautiful, but the character of line, arrangement, light and shadow, and can discover that the red affects and participates in all these elements. Each portion of the picture takes on a particular character from being in the deep, ruby red setting. And once there, each part draws the artist into a localized passage of beauty.

Paper Bowl with Blue Bottle by Aletha Kuschan, oil on paper, 9x12 inches.
Paper Bowl with Blue Bottle, oil on paper, 9×12 inches. Aletha Kuschan.

So, for example, the grapes in the upper righthand corner, which are so easy to overlook, particularly as they are at the picture’s edge, have a wonderful simplicity and tactile presence. He has simplified them radically, yet we know they are grapes. One peach among a plate of peaches occupies almost the exact center of the canvas. It’s slightly off just enough to create some visual movement. The choice of location is probably subliminal, but easily becomes the first item of one’s attention. That peach is the most realistically portrayed item of the painting. We know it’s a peach. We are not as sure what fruits sit in another plate to the right. And the grapes above are not realistic, rather are stylized, almost cartoonish. Yet there’s no doubt what they are. The melon is identifiable too, and we observe subtle indications of the ridges in its form. Why does Bonnard describe some things and not others? Beside the melon sits a large plum or an avocado. It’s not clear. We find that identities of things are shaky, instead surfaces abound in beautiful, jewel-like color.

Compotier of Fruit, Blue and Pink, detail, by Aletha Kuschan; oil on canvas panel.
Compotier of Fruit, Blue & Pink (detail), oil on canvas panel. Aletha Kuschan.

The way that Bonnard draws lines with paint adds picture-thought to beauty. His way of outlining is sensitive. Some lines drawn with diluted paint are faint, shadowy whispers of line. Other passages for unknown reasons warrant firm painting. These differences in touch we discover relate to something like moods or feeling. The last identifiable object of the still life seems to be a pitcher. Behind it on the left side of the canvas are shapes that shatter into color, possibly a teapot and tea cozy … it’s unclear. What occasions the non-identifiability of these shapes is indeterminant. The painting is obviously not a description of the motif but more like a dream of it. And as in a dream, some objects completely emerge while others fold back into the subconscious.

With this painting of Bonnard’s, as with any finished painting, we are seeing an end result. We don’t know how the painting evolved. We don’t know what changes Bonnard made to it. What does Bonnard’s painting look like when he changes his mind? How does he change his mind? Did he rub paint out? Did he paint over some element? Unless there’s visible pentimenti, there’s no way to know. We know he drew often, making little sketches that sort out parts of his pictures. Did he make drawings to rehearse a thought after the painting had commenced? Or do all the drawings happen before painting?

Vase of Flowers by Aletha Kuschan, detail of a 36x48 canvas whose predominant color is red.
Vase of Flowers (work in progress, detail), oil on canvas, 36×48 (whole picture).

In a way it doesn’t matter because we’re simply enjoying the result. In regard to our own paintings, we find our own paths. But for one’s own art, as a painting unfolds, an artist is wise to be aware that we don’t know the end result of our own picture while its progress is on-going. To stay on the path, to see where the picture goes, can be a form of freedom. A determination to see the process to its natural conclusion is particularly pertinent when you recognize that there appear to be lots of “off ramps.” How many times has someone told you, “Stop. It’s looks good now. You don’t want to overwork it.” Or you tell yourself, “Perhaps I should quit here. Might spoil it.” If you are pursuing a fullness of the perception, you must stay with the picture even at the risk of spoiling it, because you don’t know what experience you’re going to miss seeing by taking that off ramp. At least some of the time, be willing to spoil a picture (though you might be able to fix it once again at some later stage). Be willing to stay with it while you have ideas. And when ideas dry up, if the painting is still not right, be willing sometimes to wait through the pause, to set the picture aside, not to abandon it but just to wait a while for new ideas to emerge. People talk about experimentation, but it’s not exploration when you give up half-way.

The kind of painting that Bonnard did is not helped by realism. You cannot say, “I’ll know when the painting is finished because it will look very much like its subject.” Actually that kind of painting is also filled with uncertainties even as the realism emerges more and more because there’s a lot of realism in this world. How much is enough? When is the realism overdone? When does it erase the poetry? Realism has its own challenges not the least of which is its demand upon drawing, tonal and coloristic skill. But even having the image resemble the world is not an assurance. In the kind of painting Bonnard does, of course, you’ll find no life raft in that direction. Realism is not even relevant. Bonnard is painting poetry. Whether the poem will be profound or simplistic is a hazard that the artist must be willing to face.

Still life with Shells and Bottles by Aletha Kuschan, oil on panel, 11x14 inches.
Still life with Shells and Bottles, oil on panel, 11×14 inches.

We can start on a pictorial journey like innocent children. Bonnard provides a naive way. Thus we elect not to worry about anything at all. We merely rouse ourselves to leap into the unknown. The only rule is to try to avoid ending the game too soon or beginning it too timidly. Keep playing for a long time because certain wonders of the art of painting happen near the very end, long past that point when you thought the painting was “done.” And another drawing or another painting will let us re-indulge that pleasure of a simple beginning.

The merit of this approach lies in its grasping at big things. You dive straight in after whatever you find most compelling and don’t wait until you’ve set things up first with drawing or perspective or masses or outlines or whatever. You thought the color was rich so you went there first – RED – or there was a shape that you wanted so you grabbed as much of it as you could with line before elaborating it. Or you knew you wanted the whole center of the image to be a woman stretched out in a tub so with no concern for anatomy you just put a humanish-like form into the center of the horizontal format. Maybe you were randomly responding to an ensemble of things and drew each one quickly as it came into your notice, leaving the details to appear (if at all) when they will.

Bonnard is a strange master of ceremonies. His art is not to everyone’s taste. But the deep dive he offers into psychology and perception is rich. It’s worth having a go at his method. It’s a flexible approach and leads one’s skill into more directions than you might at first imagine.

Detail of a Still life drawing of a Coffee Mug by Aletha Kuschan, Neopastel on paper.
Detail of a still life drawing, one with lots of chaos. Neopastel on paper. Aletha Kuschan.
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asking for directions

Drawing after Cezanne's apples by Aletha Kuschan, loose interpretation of a detail of a Cezanne painting made using neocolor crayons and blue ball point pen from an illustration in a book.
drawing after a detail of a Cezanne still life of apples (from a reproduction), neocolor and blue ball point pen

I am always looking at paintings by certain artists past, those who are my favorites, those whose vision has captivated me since my youth, and I seem to be asking them for directions. For example, I have asked Cezanne how to portray apples (as in the drawing above). It’s different and more difficult to approach a real apple and to make it into a subject in art. You must figure out actual, integer apples on your own. It’s a daunting task. The realism of the actual thing can be your friend, for sure, but what we see in the works of the old masters are actually ideas about life. They have filtered experience through their own lives, and the painting is the thing that comes out of the other side of the filter.

I draw and paint from life all the time, and I can even approach that as a meditation — removing my ego from the equation and seeking instead to let Mother Nature hold sway over the situation as much as possible, particularly since Nature operates both in the world “out there” and in the world “in here,” for we are also parts of Nature. Nonetheless, I like to consult my heroes which I do from time to time by copying some aspect of their art. The copy, as in the version above, goes through my filter so it’s not likely to be mistaken for a Cezanne drawing. It’s a part of his motif, but it doesn’t look like his drawings at all. Me and Cezanne are just hanging out together. I am still doing my thing.

I have written about my admiration for Bonnard on many occasions at this blog. More and more I have been giving myself leave to imitate certain elements of his art. Why I need permission — who knows — is there a psychologist in the house? I follow some psychologists on Word Press. They should begin following ME. My commentaries offer them lots of opportunities to practice and refine their art. Ha!

Little pencil drawing by Aletha Kuschan, after a detail in a Bonnard painting.
little pencil drawing after a detail in a Bonnard painting

The Bonnard that I want to imitate, study, experiment with, learn from, is not identical to the man whose paintings we find in the museums.

That Bonnard is part of my experience. But the Bonnard that I can imitate is the one who lives rent free in my head. My idea of Bonnard — composed of the features of his art that I continually notice and lacking the features that I perpetually fail to notice (for whatever invisible, personal, subliminal reasons) THAT is the Bonnard I can study. That is the Bonnard that I give myself leave to study. That is, in fact, the only Bonnard that I have any access too. We notice what we notice. We ignore what we ignore, sometimes quite unaware that we do so. Those Rumsfeldian “unknown unknowns” hover in a quantum field of continuous invisibility and potential emergence, but those thoughts are wack-a-mole, and you can never confront them unless they leap out, Jack-in-the-Box style and enter consciousness. So, I just forget about who the real Bonnard is and content myself with the qualities of his art that mesmerize my brain and which set my longing into artistic high gear.

Bonnard looms large in my head. The actual drawing I made is small. The painting it's based on is large. And the place he occupies in my head and heart is bigger still, even bigger than what's represented imaginatively in this picture.
Bonnard looms large in my head.

Bonnard looms large in my head. The actual drawing I made, that I copied from a reproduction in a book, is small. The Bonnard painting my drawing imitates is large though not of the scale represented above. And the place he occupies in my head and heart is bigger still, even bigger than what’s represented imaginatively in this picture. The Bonnard Dining Room painting at MOMA measures 62×44 inches — big but not quite as big as my little drawing imaginatively enlarged and so sweetly admired by the nice girl in the photo. The Bonnard I love — he’s bigger still. Actual Bonnard would have blushed to have such a devoted admirer.

I’m not alone. He has many contemporary admirers. One admirer is British artist Alice Mumford, who has a Youtube channel where she shares some of her thoughts about the late 20th century master. I will be consulting Mumford’s channel from time to time as I advance along my own Bonnard journey. And I’ll be consulting Mother Nature too — as Bonnard himself did — because Nature is always a good teacher.

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detail of a study of flowers, my painting, his influence