Sagadahoc Story #69: 12/7/98.

A Drawing Circle



This Indian Autumn has malingered well into December, and the path to Seven Eagles is as soggy as Spring. It was so warm last week the ladybugs came out of hiding and the house was full of crawling details again.

We've thinned out the rodents, though, which is a mixed delight. That midnight snap of doom, and the morning cortege to the back garden, is a daily confrontation with species hubris, and mortality. The morning I found two fieldmice in a bucket of kindling by the stove put the cap on it. One mouse had gone for the cheese, and the trap hadn't killed him outright (as is often the case). He'd crawled to the edge of the kitchen counter and fallen into the bucket, trap and all. His companion must have come to help, because there she was, curled up beside him at the bottom of the sheetrock pail. I dispatched the Samaritan, and the word must have gone out. We were bagging two for two each night, but there hasn't been a skitter in the walls since.


Neil
We set out the cheese on Maine Street in Brunswick this weekend, too, and baited in a parade of viewers to look at our figure drawings. A dozen artists from The Academy of Carlo Pittore covered the walls of Arlene's big studio, floor to ceiling, stacked piles of loose drawings on tables, and invited the public. It was open studio day in town, and the municipals had provided a map and yellow flags to fly at the door. Henry kept carrying trays of exotic fingerfood across the street from the restaurant, and Neil Lamb filled the space with seven-string jazz for the afternoon crowd.

Henry

And a good crowd it was. Almost shirtsleeve weather and Christmas on the horizon filled the burg with browsers. People don't know how to deal with nude studies, of course, and it's fun to watch confrontations with naked form. What can you say? How do you THINK about it? Not that the traffic was unsophisticated. Most visitors were part of our extended circle: artists, models, patrons, friends and family. That's what local arts events do: bring together the arts community for celebrations of mutual support. It's not like exposing genitalia at the mall. But we have enough cultural ambivalence about nudity to go round, and three rooms full of nakedness can turn your head.



Clint (by Carlo)

The quality and variety of work was stunning, and fascinating. From remarkably talented studies by young artists to the transcendent work of their elders, the show was an education in the evolution of perception. A dozen different takes on the same subject makes you realize how individual seeing is, how diverse the ways hands speak, and what heights you can scale.

Rick (self portrait)

The work of younger artists seemed most impressive in pure technique: ink wash, pencilled crosshatching, charcoal fluidity, smudged shadows. I number myself among the novices in figure studies, and was reminded how I'm just coming to a mastery of an individual drawing style. A look at the offerings of the old guard showed me new mountains to climb.


Carlo
Carlo is the grand master, of course. Imagine working from a live model almost daily for 30 years. For this local exhibition he selected a wry collection: his larger than life paintings were all CLOTHED. This from the man who's incited outrage at public exhibitions for in-your-face nude portraits, and general mayhem. The bulk of what Carlo hung this weekend were full face portraits. When he catches someone with his vibrant colorism the individual life jumps off the wall at you. For a guy who gets denigrated by the critics at every outing, Carlo has astounding force, and staying power. The more you look at his people, the better they get
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Another hidden treasure was the charcoal drawings by Mark Nelsen. His lush textures and sensuous forms are virtually tactile. Mark has been drawing at Carlo's for twenty some years, and almost never shows his work. How many closeted talents are out there hiding in the puckerbrush? Maybe when Mark retires he'll come out and stun us all.

Mark

I won't attempt a review of everyone's offerings. You can look at some samples on the Drawing Circle Pages, and make your own judgments. Besides the figurative, some artists displayed work in other genres, and some friends of the drawing circle brought in items to show and sell. As with most arts events, those who had small cash and carry items did the bulk of the trade, although Arlene did a roaring business in expressionist drawings and portrait print boxes.


Mr. Mann
It was exciting to see Arlene's big walls smothered in drawings. All of Mr. Mann's microscope paintings together. A whole wall of Peggys! And a joy to watch a director of the Maine Arts Commission take a chair to sit looking at them. To have the time to examine so much technique, and spend so much time with our colleagues. Some of us sketched, others played with cameras, everyone smoozed, and pigged out on Henry's catering. None of us really expected to sell figure studies. There just isn't a market for them, no matter how good they are. So the commercial tension of most art sales didn't intrude on the sense of a shared conversation in images.

Was there a regional ethos apparent in the work? Naw. I had to put that hobbyhorse back in the closet. If there's a Maine way of seeing the figure, I couldn't deduce it from this show. What did become obvious, though, is a Maine way of exhibiting. Or maybe a provincial way. This show was not about who had the most talent, who was the most authentic, the most important, the highest priced. It was about the process of making art, and how to encourage one another. Here were all the ingredients of the quest. Learning the technique. Finding the individual expression. Reaching for a deeper telling. And coming into the full life of an artist. A walk around Arlene's studio was an encounter with awareness, and a reinforcement of a local arts community.


Susy
Best of all it was inspiring for my own work. The way Susy and Arlene have moved beyond the figure goads my pony. I begin to get glimmers of farther openings through the trees.

Arlene

The whole process of putting the show together was an eye opener. How do you pick out a show collection from the piles of studies? A few drawings may strike you as particularly effective, but are they representative? And what does that mean? I couldn't come to grips with it until I noticed that I could arrange figures into a series of exercises, dance steps, moves. Because my technique is the quick study in ink and watercolor wash, I do best with shorter poses, and they're the most dynamic. Where Susy and Mark delight in the longer sittings, where they can stretch out their dense technique, I'm done in 15 minutes, max. So my better efforts tend to be kinetic images, perfect for sequencing.

Once I had a hook it was easy to cull the piles, and I even put together a little book of prints called "Exercise Book #1: The Stretch." , and a print of bowings called "Obiesance."I began to imagine cutouts and collages and merged prints of figures. A way to move to another level. Spending two days with all the variations on a theme left me hot to make some new music.

The Drawing Circle

Isn't it curious how I can be left cold by a museum collection of "Maine's Best", and revel in a backroom exhibit of "unknowns?" It may be because the museum setting is so pompous and pretentious. So full of itself, that it demands critical assault. And commercial galleries are so full of whispered hucksterism you can't hear the quiet voices in the art. It was refreshing to simply show our work, and share our thoughts. Let it all hang out.

The balmy south wind of this morning came round to a hard westerly, then a chill norther. Maybe it's time to put more clothes on.

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