31 December 2015

It takes a stout heart.


The end of the year and, for some reason, my mind turns to Cennini: 


FUNDAMENTAL PROVISIONS FOR ANYONE WHO
ENTERS THIS PROFESSION
CHAPTER III

You, therefore, who with lofty spirit are fired with this ambition, and are about to enter the profession, begin by decking yourselves with this attire:  Enthusiasm, Reverence, Obedience, and Constancy.  And begin to submit yourself to the direction of a master for instruction as early as you can; and do not leave that master until you have to.


Il Libro dell Arte - by Cennino d'Andrea Cennini (15C Florence.) I was seventeen, owned half a dozen scrappy brushes, a few tubes of oil paint, had just arrived in Paris and this was the first thing my painting master, Patrick Betaudier, handed me to read.  I read the whole thing at once - overnight.  "Read it again!" Was the command the next day. In fact frequently during that year of studying 16th & 17thC methods and materials was I sent back to the little volume. I have kept a copy in my studio ever since and, though I no longer scrutinise the chapters on "The method for painting various kinds of beards and hair in fresco (LXVIIII)" or "On the character of a green called verdigris (LVI,)" and I can laugh at Cennini's injunction to avoid indulging too much in the company of women (lest it make your hands shake!)  I do still return to the introductory chapters from time to time.  Call it a touchstone.


HOW BEYOND MASTERS YOU SHOULD CONSTANTLY COPY FROM NATURE
WITH STEADY PRACTICE
CHAPTER XXVII

Nature[..] outdoes all other models; and always rely on this with a stout heart, especially as you begin to gain some judgment in draughtsmanship.  Do not fail, as you go on, to draw something every day, for no matter how little it is, it will be worthwhile, and will do you a world of good.

Enthusiasm, reverence, obedience, constancy and a stout heart.  How unfashionable.  These days we value passion, irreverence, iconoclasm, individualism and the ephemeral.  A clever idea carries so much more weight than a good heart. The digital dispenses with such dreary and uncomfortable notions as daily practice and we are so far from nature we barely know where to start.



Roger van der Weyden (1400 - 1464) Portrait of an Unknown Young Woman

Two exhibitions from the many riches offered in the last year:  Agnes Martin at Tate Modern and the Silverpoint drawings in room 90 at the British Museum.  Worlds apart and yet both shared a quietness that has stayed with me.  It wasn't particularly helpful to know that Agnes Matin suffered from schizophrenia.  Her constancy and obedience to her own light shone through the surfaces of the canvases, silencing young and old in the huge Tate rooms.  The gold and silver-point drawings at the BM were much harder to look at.  Room 90 is necessarily dimmed to preserve the paper.  The drawings are small, the contrast low,  delicacy is all.  It's a difficult technique rendered more or less obsolete, initially by the need to make large 'cartoons' through which charcoal could be 'pounced' for wall-scale fresco design and then by the advent of lead pencils, ink, modern paper brighteners and so on. What struck me, aside from the humility and honesty in the exquisite drawings by Roger Van der Weyden, Holbein, Durer et al, was how bad we have become at looking at things.  Spoiled as we are by the quick win and easy viewing of a brightly coloured, back-lit screen, it took some effort to slow the heart down, adjust the eyes and enter into these tiny, 400-year-old pieces of tinted paper and their language of hard-won marks.

How to be quiet, to trust to daily practice, to keep a stout heart in times such as these?  The art-world won't help you - mad, facile and celebrity-driven as any other. It's not a good place to get lost in. 

So, as the year ends my mind turns again to Cennini, to the hand-made, the darkness, to the finches in the apple tree, to Bach, to my family, old friends, the warmth and simplicity of my dog, to devotion, to poetry and the constancy and silence of the studio.



Homage to Mark Rothko

I tried their ways for a little while,
But wasn't at ease with them, they
                                                        not bringing me to the revealed.

Still I kept on praising them.
I cast my body upon the earth.
I cast my body upon the waters,
                                                    and kept on praising them all.

The glories refused to shelter me.
Nothing explained, nothing brought to bear.
I tried their ways for a while, 
                                               but nothing was ever revealed.
                        _____________________

We enter the fields of memory and devotion.
Allow me, as Paul Celan says,
                                                 to thank you from there - 
Landscape, this world, this poor earth
Under the sun, holding nothing back,
This almost-nature that goes from light to light, that melts
The gold coin between our teeth,
That raises, like water, the shadow of the wound
                                                                               up to our necks.
Allow me to thank you from all the language there is in that.

[...]

I tried to give form to the formless,
                                                         and speech to the unspeakable.
To the light that shines without shadow, I gave myself.

Charles Wright



Unfinished work in the studio 31st December 2015











11 comments:

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  2. Thank you for these wonderful, wise words. They have been a perfect guide for the start of my new year - and I look forward to receiving my own copy of Il libro dell arte that I ordered today. Happy New Year to you Sarah, and I look forward to more of your inspirational posts during 2016.

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    1. Thank you Jane. I hope you enjoy Cennini and have a happy and productive 2016.

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  3. We must have had the same book longtimes past Sarah.

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    1. It's a classic Roderick, I've given away and re-bought it I don't know how many times.

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  4. Sometimes you come across someone that shines a light for you, thank you.

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  5. I have enjoyed reading this at the start of a new year (thank you LMc) - when I remind myself to stop trying too hard and to go with the flow. To paint less to achieve more.
    (Note - should be "brought" not "bought" in the Charles Wright poem)

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    1. Thank you oilman - copy duly corrected. Always grateful for fresh eyes on the text.

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  6. This strikes such a strong chord with me at this particular moment. Beautifully expressed.

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