When I was at the 2009 workshop at Emma Lake in northern Saskatchewan, I decided to paint children learning to swim; this was the result of my recently helping at my grandson's swimming lessons. The light that was coming into the pool area created bright reflections bouncing around and that led to my painting in a sort of impressionist way.
Tuesday, July 01, 2025
Wednesday, November 08, 2023
Black Velvet Paintings
You know those treasures we can still find in second-hand stores, the paintings painted on real velvet? They gave me the idea of starting with a black canvas, which is the opposite of how I have traditionally worked. Using different blues, reds, and yellows, I mixed my own blacks, then layered thin washes on the canvas until the surface reached a rich matt finish. This formed the base for the brush marks I placed on top, the marks thick and thin, opaque and transparent, with their edges jagged or smooth depending on how the brush draws across the canvas. The dark grounds make the colours pop, but also the dark grounds make a wonderful surface to draw on. Below you can see the steps I took to paint a Black Velvet painting.
Sunday, November 08, 2020
Neil Wedman Essay
Pat Service's Flowers
The subject of flowers is, in every sense, central to the new series of paintings by Pat Service. Departing only slightly from her almost constant concern with depicting broader aspects of the landscape, Service has made an abundant sequence of square canvases, in sizes ranging from 20 x 20 inches to 42 x 42 inches, each holding, at its centre, identifiable portrait of a single blossom. Detached from stem, leaves or even a background shade, each unique flower head appears, greatly magnified, like a target, flattened and alone within a square frame, the arrangement reading like a hypnotic spiral analogous to the actual formation of a blossom in nature.
These bold flower paintings seize and touch the viewer in an instant, in a way that only a painted picture can do and, of course, further unhurried inspection reveals a richness at the heart of the thing. Each represents a different botanical specimen presumably based on a real life sample but it is clear that realist portrayal is not at issue here. Pat Service is merely an admirer of natural bouquets not an expert horticulturalist. All the same, like all of Service’s work, The Flower Paintings find origin in the surroundings of her life and observations but interpretively expand upon the dull limits of outward appearances. Only the small circles, signifying pistils, anchoring each floral shape at its centre have a peculiar exactness intimating a notion of plant science but ultimately make no concession to accuracy or illusionism. From painting to painting, each monochrome palette varies hues that are only casually attendant to the natural spectrum. Mainly the paint is applied on its own terms abjuring the contours and folds faithful to delicate petals in favour of examining the plain and uncomplicated contour of a flat canvas. Thinly, I think, at first and never awfully thick, a loose but solid wash forms the general silhouette of each bloom over which short, sturdy, brusque strokes of the same colour introduce textures and nuanced, layered tones pushing the colour to the edges of the petals, ragged in places with the unfussy dragging of a dry brush. Around the outside contours of each posy is a thin strip of raw, un-primed canvas like an outline separating the spectacular, large flower from the surrounding negative space remaining in the frame. The negative space is painted white, titanium white, making the lack of spatial definition a deliberate and integral element of the composition, the thin border of ivory white, unpainted canvas left around the flower describes the line of an invisible drawing.
The tradition of floral painting and its connotations for the cycles of life, domestic comfort and ephemeral glory reaches back to the ancient world. It also drags disparaging associations of a dainty banality, a cloying impression of amateur crowd pleasing so-called feminine art. At a glance, Pat Service’s flowers can remind a viewer of the particularly delicate, somewhat Victorian custom of pressed flowers but in another glance, this bold art bears a stronger and favourable comparison to Andy Warhol’s 1964 Flower Paintings. To my mind, the similarities are most obvious in the square formats used by the two artists and in the matter-of-fact flat applications of vivid colours often incongruous to the shared floral subject. Of course, Warhol’s flowers are silkscreened from a found magazine image and Service has painted hers by hand but there is a clearly generic character to either series. Neither Andy Warhol’s or Pat Service’s versions of this subject are really about flowers. This work concerns the vital act of portrayal, of working paint and colour and form to render a familiar theme in an unfamiliar way and convey the essence and ordinariness of beauty.
NW
October 2020
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Reading About Other Artists
'Ninth Street Women' is a heavy tome that was sitting on my friend Bob Christie's desk when I was in Saskatoon a while ago. Pretty soon it was sitting on my desk also. The author Mary Gabriel chronicles the lives of female artists who were very involved in the abstract expressionist movement but didn't get the attention the guys got. Now it seems to be their time - some fabulous paintings are hitting the auctions with great success.
Myself, sometimes I feel like an imposter because I didn't go to art school and didn't start painting until I was over 20. That was not the problem with these artists. They were fully engaged in the process of painting and learning to paint and figuring out how to get better from an early age and completely committed to the challenge. They were driven in a powerful way to make canvases, engaging new and innovative ways to put down the paint.
Tuesday, July 05, 2016
Trees turning into Paintings
To elaborate on how 'trees' can become paintings, here is an example of what can happen.
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Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Artist in Williamsburg
At the top of five steep sets of stairs and through a maze of twisting hallways, we found him busy making a pot of coffee for us. The living quarters are what you might call cozy, or colourful, or claustrophobic but there is a great view out the window and he seems to have no fear of fire traps.
Here are a few of his paintings:
After looking at his canvases, you might wonder what kind of a crazy person created them. However he is a very charming, relaxed and friendly character. He shows at Edward Thorp Gallery in manhattan.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The Problem with Commissions
Recently I was delighted to read James Elkins writing about this individuality of every brushstroke in every painting:
"...each painting would insist on its own uniqueness, because no mark can be like any other, and no picture can duplicate another.... A painting or drawing...is unique, and so is every mark on it. As every artist knows, a single brushmark can never be retrieved: if it is painted over, it is gone, and no matter how many times the same hand passes over the same inch of canvas, the mark can never be reproduced. Every mark is a different beginning ...." P. 41, "What Painting Is" by James Elkins.
If every brushstroke is unique, you can imagine how a whole bunch of brushstrokes can never add up to the same painting.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
"What Painting Is" by James Elkins
How is it that this man (I mean the author, not Rembrandt) understands so much about the studio? Here Elkins writes about paint as a creeping virus: "...the paint gradually finds its way onto every surface and every possession.... Sooner or later every one of a painter's possessions will get stained. First to go are the studio clothes and the old sneakers that get the full shower of paint every day. Next are the painter's favorite books, the ones that have to be consulted in the studio. Then come the better clothes, one after another as they are worn just once into the studio and end up with the inevitable stain." P. 148, James Elkin, "What Painting Is." Routledge, 1999.
No matter how careful I am, if I wear something nice in the studio, it gets paint on it.