more sandwiches for Katz's
These are some more smaller 'sandwich' paintings (see last post below) which I created specially for a little pop up show at Katz's pop up gallery space, Jan 16th. Yum
September 26th, 2013
We arrived in New York in July of last year and began the hunt
for our new home. It was taking longer than we had expected to find somewhere, a lot longer. We were beginning to get desperate, my wife was pregnant and due in one month, our two daughters had already started in their new school, and we had long overstayed our welcome with friends. Finally we found it, our perfect apartment, it worked in every way and was within budget. Our landlord – the
owner of a famous Jewish deli – wanted to have a sit down with us to seal the deal. We brought the whole family along to meet him at the deli. He was satisfied that we would be good tenants and invited us to dine. We were treated to a feast, a banquet of Jewish soul food. As we ate, gratitude poured from us, not only did we have a home, we were being nourished, we felt safe, it had been such a long journey but we had made it. The painting ‘Katz’s Special’ is an ode to the glory that is a Reuben sandwich with a giant pickle, and the gratitude we
felt eating them. The sheer pleasure, nourishment and human kindness that is food.
On my way to becoming an artist there were several influences/inspirations/'moments of clarity' which were clues to steer me in the right direction.
An important one was the art my daughter was producing when she was about 3 years old. With only colouring pencils she would produce the most wonderful compositions, with great space and light.
These made a big impression on me and simply made me want to paint.
A lot of my earlier paintings were a little like this, having a very singular and direct quality.
Out of the box
In the summer of 1989 while I was an architecture student I bought some oil paints, which I kept (unused) in a little tin box. Although completely forgotten I always preciously held onto the box of oil paints wherever I moved. At one point I even tried to give them away to an Aunt of mine who is an artist, but she told me to keep them - I might use them someday. Eventually in early 2012 (23 years later!) I finally took them out and began to make some little oil compositions on old teak boards. I was happy with the results.
In Thailand I met an artist who works solely in oils and he told me why he loves it so much - 'it's like cooking'. Yeah, I got it, especially when you put it on really thick. My cooking style is similar to how I paint, I don't quite know how it's going to come out, just throw a lot of stuff in the pot and go with it.
It took me a long time to get around to it but the important thing is that I did, eventually - don’t give up your dreams.
On Inismore Island, off the west coast of Ireland there is a place called 'Poll na bPeist' or the Wormhole. It is an amazing natural rock formation in the wide rocky terrace below the cliffs on the southern side of the island. Seen from above it is a perfectly rectangular pool about 36 yards long by 13 across. The pool is connected by an underwater tunnel to the open sea, and swells up and down with the waves.
The pool was formed when the roof of the submerged cave below finally collapsed, the rock terrace broke along the natural rectilinear fault lines which are characteristic of the islands topography.
Seeing it for the first time, it is hard to believe that the pool is not man made. It's strange form and the swelling water give Poll na bPeist such an eerie impression and probably led to it's association in legend with a reptilian sea monster (an Peist) which lay in its depths. At high tide the waves crash over the terrace and wash into the pool.
After experiencing Poll na bPeist it became so engrained in my subconcious mind that I found myself unwittingly making several paintings about it. At first I thought it was down to my architectural training that I just couldn't stop drawing boxes, until I realised it was the Wormhole I had been painting over and over. Perhaps it had become an association with fear of the unknown, death, otherworlds? Its' mysterious depths appeared again in 'Paddy's Dark Secret' - a portal to the afterlife.
During a trip to the Island in the summer of 2010 my son and I had a spontaneous swim there.
It had to be done, to get over my fear of the Peist.
At the beginning of 2012 my father's last two living siblings (out of a family of seven) were both very ill. My father found himself facing into the abyss of being the last of his family, a family with many unresolved conflicts, many unspoken words, and a troubled history.
I found myself pondering many of the questions he must have at the time, and also examining my own relationship with my father.
The two brothers were John (Legs) and Paddy(Pro). John was confined to bed in a nursing home, fading under the debilitating Parkinson’s disease, his older brother Paddy(Pro) was battling cancer.
I decided to make portraits of the two brothers, as a tribute to my uncles, their family, but also to examine my own feelings about my father and myself. Around the time I found these two photo portraits in National Geographic (above) of members of the 'Lohar' people in India (an travelling ethnic group). The two shown above struck me and reminded me in some ways of my uncles. Their faces have such stories, such strength, compassion and wisdom. As my portraits would be abstract anyway I decided to use these men as models for the paintings. The man on the left is a shephard, and on the right is a magician.
While I was working on the portraits my uncle Paddy passed away. His portrait - initially based on the shephard - became a much more abstract painting, more concerned with the transistion from this existence to ... ??
I called it 'Paddy's Dark Secret' as it was about the regret of things left unsaid and taken with into the next life. The painting shows a small red object, similar to a mezuzah (a small case on the doorframe of a Jewish home containing prayers or blessings) receeding into the watery depths.
In the painting about John there is something over his head, his eyes and mouth are obscured. It was about his state of slowly become less lucid and the frustration of not communicating clearly.
Left is a study sketch for Legs, the finished paintings are shown
photos from opening of Solo exhibition at the Sangdee Gallery, Chiang Mai. April 3rd
My painting exhibition at the Sangdee gallery Chiang Mai, Thailand. This was a very exciting project. With nearly 50 pieces, it was such a thrill to see all the works come together in the gallery space. The feedback has been great. thanks to all for your support.