Painting and Painting

When Goethe FINALLY found the resolve to run away from Weimar and go to Italy, he discovered so many things he had only dimly felt but hadn’t seen and couldn’t know, the vast number of talented artists whose names were unknown to the world. He was also aghast at the incredible quantity of religious paintings. For Goethe art was self-expression and he threw his bias over the world of Italian painting and concluded that artists would like to have painted something else, but were forbidden to.

When Goethe fled Weimar he was disenchanted with himself as a writer and wondered if he were not really meant to be a visual artist and he went to Italy in search of salvation as a creative being, his heart crushed by unrequited love, his mind clouded by what he feared was an inability to write. He’d had one rock-star success with Sorrows of Young Werther many years earlier and since?

I’ve mulled that over several times in the years since I read Italian Journey. I’ve wandered around parts of Italy myself looking at art, and I’ve seen some of what Goethe saw. Rather than fleeing unrequited love, I went to Italy to embrace it. Ha ha. Art was my redeemer during that strange trip, my rope out of an abyss of anger and disappointment. I had days and days to collect images and see time through that miraculous mirrored time tunnel of a really great art museum — the Pinacoteca in the Sforza Castle in Milan.

I was there before 9/11 and the entire art museum was open to the public including rooms of racks of paintings, the racks on wheels. You could pull out the racks and look at dozens of paintings.

Most were religious paintings. Some were exercises and commissions; others were much more.

I was thinking about that the other day, why the large painting of the crane and the woman, dog and tree are so different to me and people who’ve seen them. The experience of painting them was different, too. I like to paint things that a little risky (for me) and from which I’m going to learn something, and that something is usually about painting. Recently Facebook showed me posts showing the series of steps that led to this painting of an adobe potato cellar. It’s painted over a sunset I tried a few years ago. It was a challenging painting, but the challenge was mostly technical and improved my skills as a painter.

Two other paintings, the Tree and the Crane, are “religious” paintings. There’s no San Sebastian or John the Baptist’s severed head or Mary holding the infant Jesus, but entering each one was an act of faith for me. They were both MORE than most of my paintings had been, more than “Can I do this well?” They both challenged my ability as a painter, but they also demanded a certain journey into a psychological and spiritual unknown, each in a completely different way.

The crane painting is obviously a painting of a crane, and there was the challenge of the large canvas (4 feet x 3 feet), but it’s more than that. I wanted to paint the silence of the big empty under the silvery pre-snow sky. The moment I saw this in real life, the world was silent except for the sounds of cranes. I don’t have words to explain it, but I have long wanted to say to Goethe that the really great paintings are ALL religious paintings and the metaphors people had with which to paint their inner spiritual reality have always come from their world. A world in which the Christian allegory is as potent as hunger will render its spiritual self in those images. It’s more than painting well. There is a mystery behind it.

Matthias Grünewald

Goethe never went to those places with his visual art. He DID go there with Faust and attempted an even more profound journey with Faust, Part II. I’m not sure that the person looking art or reading something is aware of the journey the artist takes in the process.

A finished work is an almost sterile coda to the experience of attempting to show, attempting to say. It’s one experience for the artist, another for the consumer of art. But some works of art allow the consumer inside, if only for a moment. I experienced this with Leonardo’s Last Supper which, in all its ruin and restoration is still way beyond a painting. As Goethe noted, it is a force.

Featured photo: On the Tiber above Rome, opposite the Villa Madama Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

11 thoughts on “Painting and Painting

    • I just re-wrote my about page to explain. I don’t think I need to make a big deal about being a writer any more. And one of the comments on the boot post yesterday said, “Not a bad name for you” or something similar. It just hit me right. 🙂

      • I sent you another comment saying disregard this one–slow reader today. I think this is a great name. Now to read your ‘about’ page….

  1. The act of creation is sacred. That translates to writing, painting, drawing, baking, gardening, and of course making babies… Still the process is as fun as the result, and the result is tangible proof of the journey…

  2. Process and product. Such an interesting and challenging issue. As you accurately note, the meaning/process that the artist has and its reception/understanding can be so very different.

    • No one who looks at my crane painting will see the calming, soothing almost meditative quality of painting out all the bare canvas spots from around the branches, but it was beautiful.

  3. For a very long time I’ve been dreaming of a movie in which someone is stuck at composing a piece of music, and the soundtrack of everyday life becomes the piece that he eventually composes. Perhaps I’m remembering and transposing a novel I read as a teenager where a writer is going through a writer’s block. Was that a book by Alan Sollitoe? I can’t recall

    • I hadn’t heard of Alan Sollitoe until you posted this. I like your idea — I remember long ago heading out to work on an early autumn day, walking, to Denver’s “Wall Street” and the cars passed with their radios and sounds came from the apartments I passed, music, cooking, talking. It was before Walkmans (etc.) and the only sounds were the ambient sounds of 7 am. I thought it was a film. Just a short film of a woman walking to work, heading west, toward the mountains, and the sound track would be THOSE sounds. I thought “What if there were sound photographs that captured a moment of sound as an image?”

      Well, the walk was more than a mile. I had time to think. 🙂

      • That would be a great segment in a movie.

        In the days before Walkmans and post-Walkman tech, shops in India would have radios tuned to a few channels which played Bollywood songs. At certain hours all of them would tune to the same show. I thought it would be wonderful if there was a movie in which the songs came from these radios.

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