Tuesday, July 28, 2015

TIMIDITY

A comment from a reader the other day has me thinking about timidity.  It's a quality that derives, obviously, from fear--fear of getting what I want or, paradoxically, not getting what I want.  Each outcome is equally to be feared.  The Buddhist approach to timidity, I suppose, lies in non-attachment to the outcome.  Thus I am able to keep writing in these pages without worry about the stats, the numbers of "page views" that are tracked by the Blogger system and can be readily accessed through the site.  I'm happy to know that there are people throughout the world who read The Buddha Diaries, but I am less obsessive, these days, about checking out the numbers.

Timidity, for the creative person--the artist, the writer, the musician--becomes the source of suffering because it's so hard not to have attachment to the outcome of what we do.  There's a lot of work involved in bringing a work of art into the world--the story, the song, the painting.  There's also a lot of vulnerable self involved, an exposure of sometimes tender, hidden parts.  So there's risk in putting something of oneself out into a world that can be unwelcoming, even cruel.  We risk negative critical response, even ridicule.  We risk indifference, for some a fate even worse than contempt.

Which is where timidity comes in.  We want response, recognition, praise.  We may even want financial success.  What we don't want is the negative response.  So we're stuck in the fear between the two, what we want and what we don't want, and the attachment to both or either makes us suffer.

So the easy path is to shrink into timidity.  But that's not the answer.  If we bring something into the world--so my own thinking goes--we owe it to that something to give it every opportunity to thrive.  It's a common metaphor, to compare an art work to a child--not one that I much care for, because a life is qualitatively different and more valuable, as I see it, than a work of art; but there's some truth to it.  With it comes the obligation to nurse and nurture it out into the world.  Some artists are good at this, some others, not.  Some, in a word, are timid.

So I think about this; have thought about it often. I once asked a teacher about the danger of falling into lassitude in meditation.  His answer: Breathe fiercely.   We are sad sacks without an element of fierceness in our lives.  And so I wonder, too: Where do you stand?  How fierce are you?


Sunday, July 26, 2015

RACISM... AND GUNS

Watching the constantly replayed video of Sandra Bland's arrest, I was struck by the way the trooper asked to see her driver's license: not "May I see your license?" but "Do you have a driver's license?"  Seems to me there's a (probably unconscious) racist implication here.  The assumption behind this way of making a fairly ordinary request is that, as a black woman driving a car, she may not have one.  Would he ask the same of a white woman driving a car?  This unmindful use of language, it seems to me, is symptomatic of the powerful undercurrent of unconscious racism that manifests is so many of the relations between black and white in our society.

And about last week's multiple shooting incident that left two movie-goers dead last week, and others in the hospital: the question I heard repeatedly in the media was, "Why?"  What was the man's motive in suddenly venting his rage on innocent fellow-citizens?  It's the same question that gets asked after each of these deplorable and all-too frequent incidents in our public life.  As though understanding the motives of an obviously deranged individual could prevent such incidents in the future.  The real question is "How was this person (are these people) able to wreak such havoc?"  That a man with a long history of violence and psychiatric problems should be able to arm himself with lethal weaponry is indicative of the absence of sane regulations to prevent him, and others like him, from the ability to commit such acts of senseless and eventually inexplicable violence.  




Thursday, July 23, 2015

"VAN GOGH AND NATURE" AT THE CLARK


Enough with the all-too familiar story line of Vincent van Gogh as the sun-crazed genius with those wild eyes and the fierce red beard and hair!  

That's the Hollywood version (remember Kirk Douglas?)  But that this is not the only, nor even the most interesting part of the artist's story is amply demonstrated by “Van Gogh and Nature,” an important, actually thrilling current exhibition at the Clark Art Institute in Williamstown, Massachusetts.  Curated by the Clark’s Richard Kendall in collaboration with van Gogh scholars Chris Stolwijk and Sjaar van Heugten, and drawing on an international variety of sources, it serves to remind us that this man, for all his suffering, was above all an artist of the highest caliber, whose eye for nature was at once keen and discerning.  

We know from the letters to his brother, Theo, that—between terrible bouts of what we’d recognize today as a probably treatable psychiatric disorder—his was a highly literate, perceptive, often astutely analytical mind.  This exhibition presents him as a meticulous and obsessively curious observer of the external world, a naturally skilled draftsman and gifted painter, who strove constantly, as do all true artists, to refine his vision and the mastery of his medium.

Excellently installed to facilitate viewing, and with usefully informational wall tags, the exhibition starts us off with a handful of the earliest drawings, dating from 1881 to 1883.  Here...

Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890), Winter Garden, 1883. Pen and brush and ink on paper, 28.6 x 20.6 cm. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (Vincent van Gogh Foundation)   
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... we can almost physically share the perceptual work involved in the transmission that takes place between eye and hand--looking up at the scene, looking down at the sketch pad--and the sometimes rhythmic, sometimes purely lyrical marks made by the artist's pen as he attempts to scratch out in every significant detail the quotidian drama of real-life as it unfolds before him.  No madness here; yet the observing eye is compassionate, certainly, as it registers the sheer physical labor of its subjects and the poverty of their clothing in the chill of the air.  We know about the young van Gogh's affinity for the poor, the destitute and the hard-working laborer, and we feel him pushing his as yet not fully developed skills to their limit, to convey his compassion in this simple sketch.

We also watch the artist's thoughtful learning process continuing after his move to Paris in 1886, as he observes, digests, and processes the work of predecessors and contemporaries in order to move his own work forward.  This is the artist's way: to learn from others.  An avid collector of Japanese prints from his earliest days, he sought to incorporate their aesthetic, in both style and spirit, into his own vision.  In a wall devoted to his admiration for Millet (both form and content of works like "The Sower" suggest that this artist was an important, formative influence), the exhibition amply documents van Gogh's efforts to understand his mentor's visual process, and to transform it in his own language...


Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890), The Sower, c. 17–28 June 1888. Oil on canvas, 64.2 x 80.3 cm. Kröller- Müller Museum, Otterlo, The Netherlands

So "genius" does not come to the artist out of thin air.  In Paris, too, van Gogh gets to know the work of Seurat and Signac, Degas and Pissarro, Sisley and Monet, and we watch him, as we make our way through the Clark's galleries, diving in consequence headfirst into a new world not only of brilliant color, but also of pointillist and impressionistic brushwork.
Van Gogh's borrowing and experimentation at this time reveal an artist working with astute critical awareness to define the particularity of his voice among those of other artists, while grounding his practice in the skills of intense observation.  Here he is, in 1887, engaged in the meticulous visual rendering of a copper vase of flowers...


Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890), Imperial Crown Fritillaries in a Copper Vase, 1887. Oil on canvas, 73.3 x 60 cm. Musée d'Orsay, Paris, bequest of comte Isaac de Camondo, 1911 Photo: Erich Lessing / Art Resource, NY    
... as much interested in the rendering of the metallic surface of the vase as in the biological detail of the flowers and the patterned wall behind them.  To emphasize the point, the curators include the very vase that van Gogh used for this painting in their exhibition, in a display case set alongside the art work.  The visitor's eye wanders, as did the artist's, restlessly between the two.  We are allowed to participate, in this way, in his act of observation and creation.

Flowers, of course, become a major theme in van Gogh's work; we think almost reactively when we hear his name of sunflowers and irises.  But his fascination with the natural world was not limited to plant life, nor to the familiar landscapes.  In smaller scale--and to me surprisingly, and with great delight--"Van Gogh and Nature" invites us to compare this study of a moth, with its attentive notation of anatomical detail...

Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890), Giant Peacock Moth, 1889. Chalk with pen and brush and ink on paper, 16.3 x 24.2 cm. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (Vincent van Gogh Foundation) 
...  with this marvelous, intimate painting...

Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890), Giant Peacock Moth, 1889. Oil on canvas, 33.5 x 24.5 cm. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (Vincent van Gogh Foundation)    
... whose tonality, coloration and varied brushwork allow the artist to evoke both the naturalistic image of flora and fauna and the magical, almost ecstatic moment of his real-life encounter with nature.  Here, in this tiny image, we find distilled all the painterly skill familiar to us in his better-known paintings, while its scale draws us in to pay closer attention to the process of its making, the artist's hand at work.

While hospitalized at Saint-Rémy, van Gogh had permission to wander the grounds, where he appeared to find numerous intimate subjects to study in this way...

Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890), Butterflies and Poppies,1890. Oil on canvas, 35 x 25.5 cm. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (Vincent van Gogh Foundation) 
But his eye was also drawn to the bigger picture, the landscape beyond the hospital grounds, and here again we note not only the disturbance of his mind--and yes, the turmoil is there, almost painfully evident at the surface of the paintings--...



Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890), The Olive Trees, Saint-Rémy, June–July 1889. Oil on canvas, 72.6 x 91.4 cm. The Museum of Modern Art, New York, Mrs. John Hay Whitney Bequest, 1998 Image © The Museum of Modern Art/Licensed by SCALA / Art Resource, NY

...but also, importantly for this show, the artist's compositional skill, his mastery of color, his innovative and passionate use of the brush.  He has become "van Gogh", the consummate painter, whose place in art history is assured as something far beyond his unfortunate personal history.

Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890), A Wheatfield, with Cypresses, 1889. Oil on canvas, 72.1 x 90.9 cm. The National Gallery, London, bought Courtauld Fund, 1923 Image © The National Gallery, London 2014

Painted barely a year before his death, this breathtaking landscape is an ode to the grandeur of nature; from the bright dots of the poppies in the foreground, to the yellow field of wheat, to the trees in mid-ground (including his obviously beloved cypresses) and the distant mountains to the turbulent clouds set again a pale blue sky, this wonderful painting speaks to us loudly of van Gogh's passionate observation, his restless, endlessly curious and demanding eye, his full-on commitment to the work of bringing it to life on canvas.  

This documentation of van Gogh's remarkably brief, exemplary journey, taking us in a few short years from somewhat clumsy amateur to master painter, is a testament to the dedication and persistence that it takes to become an artist of truly original vision.  It reminds us, viewers, if we wish to get the most out of our art experience, to put aside the eventually frivolous distraction of a tragic life story and to come back, always, to the work.





INSIGHT

The question that came up during meditation: what do I do to cause myself suffering?

The answer that came up: I strive to be consequential.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

CLOISTERS

The image in this morning's meditation: a long cloister, reaching out ahead of me, dark, leading to black at the far end.

To the left, a glow of light entering, glimpses of a lovely garden through the arches.

Memories of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum?  Intimations of mortality?

A sense of peace.