The bombardment of information through internet sources has meant that I hear about more and more artists that I like. “Great!” You might say. I’m not so sure. My current reading material is an essay by Elaine De Kooning on the artist Earl Kerkham and I had earlier read an article on American abstractionist Joan Mitchell. I really didn’t know about these artists and rather than just a name printed in black and white, I wanted to see their works, give them time and recognition.
I was really enamoured with Joan Mitchells work and was surprised that I had not discovered her work earlier. I don’t know if it was a case of seeing and forgetting or never looking. How many others have escaped me?
The trouble is there are so many artists out there past and present and the more time spent looking means less time spent doing. I admire artists who are single-minded and focus on one or maybe two artists and can develop their own work as a result. I thought I could do that and if I really had to choose, I could only narrow it to three – De Kooning, Giacometti and Antony Gormley.
But what happens to all the others I discard to focus on the big 3? Do I chuck them all into the second drawer that is my head and rummage through it when I’m working on a painting or series? That scares me, I know what that drawer is like and there is always a fabulous instrument that lurks at the bottom, sharp and edgy and when you go in to retrieve it you could possibly be hurt or come out with something you really can’t use.
My Lake series is bubbling and I am looking at artists that I think might be relevant to what I need – Puccini, Arthur Boyd, Rembrandt and Elisabeth Cummings are in the pot. And if I could give them a stir with the tool at the bottom of the drawer it would be Rauschenberg.