GABRIEL THY · WORDS IN FLUX · FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 2020

ART, IT IS SAID, RESIDES in the eye of the beholder. Clever critics may muse otherwise, but the ever diligent conjugating cogniscenti, in fact, mostly fail to disprove this rather quaint truism. A work of art must also be considered extremely personal and therefore, personalized to the artist himself. Even so, the seminal time-tested idea of creating the "compelling picture" regardless of subject matter, school of thought, or individual style is the driving force behind all genuine artistic motivation, whether that motivation be theoretically contrived or deemed naive by the tastemakers du jour.

THE ARTICULATION OF A COMPELLING "idea" or "emotion" is important but secondary since all art is subjective, and in the generalized sense that should the "picture" not prove interesting or compelling, the "common" is lost in a wash of indifference. Shifts in time and culture often betray the original significance of a work of art, and all that remains is a picture and the searing questions: is that picture compelling, or not? This is reality writ large. Conjecture and critical posturing, despite their obvious power and importance, must of necessity, bow to the whims of the changing observer since compelling art usually outlives both its creator and its contemporary critics. History is altogether another beast.

  • We are living in a dangerous, rapidly accelerating, greedy, image-saturated sub-atomic culture.
  • There is no time left to paint paintings, write poems, or sing hymns to false idols.
  • All of modern civilization cries out for redeeming action, even as the weary soul sighs, and prays for rest.
  • Humanity has simultaneously witnessed too much, and remarkably nothing, at all. This political contradiction describes the artistic inertia of our heavy times, and specifically informs my own artistic vision.

IN SHORT, ONE IMPETUS to my work is a study in observing the observers. Another might simply be stated in Miro's terms of attaining the maximum intensity with the minimum of means. In many ways, I think Picasso's remark that his paintings are a pictoral diary of his own life, also describes my own approach, especially in the more symbolic work.

Greatest influence: my own quivering brush hand and booby-trapped subconscious kicking and cajoling to make itself known.


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