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Black and White

Moving has unearthed many treasures, this is one.015

This is our back porch in July, we moved in August.

This quote is from Victor Pasmore’s other catalouge, The Space Within. He does use colour, and many of the works are labeled as just that, Colour Construction in five colours for example. The catalogue is almost all in black and white and grey, and those images seem to me to be all the stronger for it.

If we take a sheet of paper and scribble on it vigorously we become involved in the process of bringing into being something concrete and visible which was not there before. The shape and quality of what we produce is the outcome of forces both objective and subjective: a particular tool, a rotary action and a human impulse. The more we concentrate on this operation the more we are drawn into it both emotionally and intellectually. But as the line develops organically, in accordance with the process of scribbling, we find ourselves directing its course towards a particular but unknown end; until finally an image appears which surprises us by its familiarity and touches us as if awakening forgotten memories buried long ago. We have witnessed not only an evolution, but also a metamorphosis.

In calling this development a work of art we are initiating a new creative process into the history of Western culture because, if we analyse the means by which our object was brought into being, we find that it was essentially intrinsic. What mattered initially was not what our scribble would represent, but what it might become.

Victor Pasmore

February, 1969

That vision of what we could become gives me the confidence to continue, to live and breathe; to be.

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046I had long forgotten that I owned the book Diving Companions, Sea Lion, Elephant Seal, Walrus by Jacques-Yves Cousteau and Philippe Diole published in 1975.

In the Epilogue he has this to say, But before we can understand, we must know; and to know, we must love.

The world of living beings is a whole. As a whole, it is indispensable to the ecological balance of the planet and to the psychological equilibrium of man. Any real solution to the problem of the environment must therefore be a global solution, effective simultaneously at the scientific, technological, legislative, political, and international levels. If we pretend otherwise, we are not being honest with ourselves or with those who will come after us.

Or with those we love, but before we can love we must know and before we know we must understand.

It is wonderful to stumble upon things that only time clarifies in your mind as something of significance to your understanding of the world. Memory and Reflection are powerful tools. But house cleaning is important to. To sweep out the pain of childhood memories, adolescent intrigues and all the I shot myself in the foot events that clutter and distract from the importance of being.

Alice

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I mentioned Alice’s Adventures Underground a few blogs ago. One of my favorite books that still is missing after our move. (Along with numerous other things).

Well, didn’t I get an email from the British Library? No, really, I did and here is the link to view the real thing on-line.

Alice

That book and Beatrix Potter’s book, The Tale of Tom Kitten were Christopher’s reading material after his stroke, out loud to improve his diction, pronunciation, pace and articulation. A long journey.

The movie on Beatrix is still an all-time favorite, I thought they got the animation of her characters just right.

I didn’t grow up with her, my sister did though. I grew up with Heidi, Huck Finn, Grimm’s and Aesop. She got Dr. Seuss. Her favorite, which I still almost know by heart (as I was her reader, being five years older), was Green Eggs and Ham.

I tried hard to get her interested in The Cat and the Hat (my favorite) but no she would pout and point as only young children can do with authority, so Green Eggs and Ham it was Sam I am.

It is the little things that make a life.

The Image in Search of Itself

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Victor Pasmore in his catalogue The Image in Search of Itself says, “Today meaning dissolves in order to create new meaning and what is known becomes unknown. In art the peripheral images of thought and perception reappear as anonymous objects before which is always a question. While reason sleeps the symbol awakes.”

It was published in 1972 by the Marlborough Gallery in London, England.

When I travelled and felt displaced, the first stop was an Art Gallery, it didn’t matter to me who was on show. I don’t expect many of you to know Victor’s work; he was British, a painter who actually did some sculptural things.

We were on the west coast recently, I gravitated to the Art Gallery there, late at night, didn’t see a show but was able to see the crowd coming out from the opening.

The funny thing for me is that seeing a work by Kandinsky, or Klee, or Mary Cassatt or Moore or Hepworth or Emily Carr or O’Keefe or Bush or anyone really, all their work calls to me. It is only then that I feel I am home. They are my family.

I understood years ago that I felt calm or moved or just more myself in the presence of art, but then I didn’t understand why. It took a life time, but now I know, they are my family, the Etruscans, the Greeks sculptors, all the unnamed artists in the world, petroglyphs, graffiti art, all the ones that have no name, and all the ones that still have a name, oh the Vincent Van Gogh exhibit had me in tears, and I Never cry, but we live and breathe an air that is so much more rewarding for it.