Friday, 8 April 2011

Greenway first Visit of 2011

Visited Greenway for the first time since it was closed for the 2010 winter season. Looking forward to visiting again in a couple of weeks and hoping the flowers will be in greater bloom.

Just for a few friends who are away at the moment I trust you enjoy this view.


Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Introducing Deborah Treliving

I have just stumbled across Deborah Treliving prints at her Cockington Studio near Torquay. I was very taken with her prints; her style is reminiscent of the American ‘Color Field’ painter Mark Rothko (1903 - 1970). Color Field painting is basically large fields of solid or flat color applied to the canvas to create areas of unbroken surface color and a flat picture plane. The movement relies less on gesture, brushstrokes and the calligraphy of the painters’ hand in favor of an overall unity of form and process – compare Rothko’s Red and Orange (1955) with Treliving’s Carborundum print which conveys an intense gestural even spiritual experience for the viewer.


Treliving employs a methodology which distinguishes her from Rothko through her exciting use of multiple transparent color layers – which is a completely different approach taken by Rothko in Red and Orange, where he rendered the canvas with solid color.

Treliving prints establish an intimate rapport with the viewer. Her prints although small resonates an assured depth and intensity which are passionate poetic gems in their own right. In this respect, her work is confident, remarkably rich in color and confirms her as a true colorist. In contrast, Rothko’s strength is; his works’ do ‘shudder’ (kill off all art works prior to the works completion) and is a reaction to the figurative plastic arts of his time.


My disappointment of Treliving prints are their size; although size should not be an issue I feel compelled to say it is. This is the opposite to Rothko who was also aware of the importance of size for his artworks. The room guide notes from the 2008-9 Rothko exhibition at the Tate, attributes Rothko’s thoughts on the issue.

“To paint a small picture is to place yourself outside your experience”, Rothko who once said, “However, you paint the larger picture, you are in it. It isn't something you command.”

Returning to Trelivings poetic gems, I was taught that every inch of the picture plane needed to be given the same amount of visual study and consideration which overwhelms me with her attend to detail. You can tell the gravitas of the painter by the compositional design and use of the picture plane with extra consideration for the corners – which should be as different as possible, in this respect Treliving along with Barbara Rea, Sandra Blow and Maggi Hambling are in my mind undoubtedly the high priestess.

In Poetics of Space, Garston Bachelard explains the corner’s importance as a “secluded space in which we like to hide, or withdraw into ourselves. The corner is like of your bedroom, where time stands still, it is where you will always find a little dust no matter how often you clean. The corner represents a symbol of solitude for the imagination” a place of introspection where artists’ take refuge and gather their thoughts and mental strength. In lesser artists’ the corner is the void the emptiness of their art.

One final thought:

Feel a Treliving work and you’re not alone, its her brillance and colour usage which just thrills and delights and her speaking corners hold no bones. Just little gems – of such might. Yet, such silence works demand more light!

Sunday, 3 April 2011

Mothering Sunday

As it is Mothering Sunday, for a treat Mum and I went for a mystery drive into the wilds of Dartmoor. We both love Dartmoor and are fortunate to live about two miles from the National Park boundary. As a child roaming the vastness of the moors was exciting. Playing hide and seek in the bracken, making dams in the streams, or even ‘skinny dipping’ when the weather permitted in the slow flowing pools.

As an adult the draw of the moors is the solitude, especially if you avoid the popular places and go 'off road' where the remoteness and the sudden changeability of the weather can be challenging. With Ma’s disability taking her down memory lane on a riverside walk is not possible. How times have changed, it seems such a long time ago that Ma pushed my brother and me in our blue pram with white wheels beside the river Plym.


A section of the River Plym where we walked and swam as children

I drove to a quiet part of the moor, just above the river where we sailed our model boats in a large man made pool which was once a china clay pit. As a child I didn’t appreciate the ingenuity and importance of reclaiming the industrial waste landscape on this part of the moor for recreational pursuits. It must be nearly thirty or uneven maybe forty years since I have visited this pond. The mud lane is still the main access and its still or at least today still quiet.

We parked up and chatted about the old days and watched the moorland ponies munch by.