Tree Grooming

I dug up an old, unfinished painting of 3 trees.  My last painting exercise made me do it.

The crown of the main tree is filled in to make it look fuller.  The main trunks are painted over with a really rich ink that I found.  Giving the tree added dimension and a cogent presence.   This added "blackness" contrasts very nicely with the lighter strokes, and plays up the thin white margins left by the alum solution.


The cluster on the right side of the painting was actually painted on the back of the paper.  Ink was allowed to bleed through, forming a somewhat blurry and washed out image.

I used my brush wash to selectively douse some branch clusters, forming shadows and adding to the three dimensional presentation.

Just realized that I started out the year with this tree.  I suppose it is fitting to end the year with it too.

 

 

Ho Hum

First it was 50 miles per hour wind coupled with freezing temperature.

Now it is 50 miles per hour wind with mild temperature but tons of rain.  A blistery day.

Swells are at 20 feet.  The images of waves slapping the jetties are awesome.  Too bad I am too chicken to brave the weather.  Staying home to paint instead.  I need to nurture my sanguine disposition.

The wind and rain had pretty much stripped the trees of their leaves.  The silhouette left by the branches is like looking at the sky through a well used loofah.

I'll be faithful to the cut out look.  Ink shall be my color.  I mixed alum solution with my ink, hoping to achieve the crystalline margin amongst the different brush strokes.

I laid out the main trunks and grew my tree from there.

The trees are more filled out now.

Using broad side tip strokes to depict what little is left on the branches. I slanted my brush strokes at an angle to create some movement.  I am sure the pithy rain gave me that idea.

I filled in the gaps using a combination of dots and short dabs to make the scene a little busier than it really is.

Finally I used a very light sepia color to selectively darken the left side and upper corner of the painting, contrasting that with the white space and the more sparse arrangement on the right, befitting my idea of harmony.

I did not get the anticipated white margins from using the alum solution.  I believe this is because I am using a semi-sized paper instead of the raw un-sized Xuan that had been my staple.

Putting scraps to good use

I have a nasty habit of not cleaning up my ink dish, and color dish for that matter.  Of course, remnants of Xuan belong to that category of clean up later.

Today I am going to re-purpose my scattered goodies.

Found a little frame that I picked up from a second hand store years ago and decided to do some doodling using my dried up ink and color on a piece of Xuan that rested against my stool.

I wish I had a smaller seal for small works like this one.

Finishing Touches

Now that we are happy with a piece of work and consider it done, we need to make it presentable.

I have prepared most of my works using the Xuan-Boo method that I devised, but allow me to show the more common wet mount method.

The finished painting is placed face down on a smooth surface like glass of acrylic, and starch is brushed on the back with a stiff brush.  The stiff brush helps to push out all the trapped air bubbles and brush out the creases in the Xuan.

On top of this is laid a piece of blank Xuan, which is a little larger around th  edges than the painting we are preparing.  Starch is applied along the edges of this piece of blank Xuan, and the entire piece is lifted to be hung on a new flat surface, like a wall or a door.

The process allows the wet starch to relax the fibres in the Xuan where we painted our work, and the new blank Xuan forms the backing, adding stiffness and provides a white reference background for our work (Xuan is translucent, thus the white background is critical in establishing the white balance, as in photography)  When the blank Xuan get hung ( with the painting attached on the other side), its edges are glued to the wall or door.  As the blank Xuan dries, it tauts the fiber in the paper, tightening up the entire surface of the painting. 

Now my work is free of wrinkles, and stiffened with backing, and looks richer because of the added white balance.  The painting is now "mounted" and is ready for framing.

For this piece of work  I chose a float frame i.e. the back plate is transparent also. I did this to take advantage of the translucent nature of Xuan.  When I place this framed painting against a window or light source, the painting takes on a different ambiance.  It reminds me of the double faced silk embroidery or a lit lantern.

 

 

The poetry on my painting came from a poet in the Ming Dynasty.  The loose translation is as follows:

 

One can't have song and dance with wine

 

Whatever poetry one writes is for nobody

 

Yes your desk is full of documents

 

Yet half of them are rubbish

(Song and dance with wine is the proper protocol in social settings.  If one is in the company of wine and can't amount to song and dance, one is doomed and castigated.  One can't be happy even when the occasion dictates it.   You think you know it all, but the truth says otherwise.  The author is lamenting that his Master has entrusted the wrong people)

Acting out

There came a time when I was just killing time, sitting at my desk.

I wished I had a drum set.  I did have one for a while, as a custodian of a drum set for a beginners orchestra.  Those were happy days.  I am sure my neighbors didn't think so !

So I ended up doodling.  I had taken some picture of this martial artist in a park and I've observed him for a long time.  His energy intrigued me.  Somehow I opened my album at his page.

I grabbed my brush and scratched on my ruled notebook.

 

 

then I got a little bolder and tried something beyond stick figures

 

 

I felt kind of sheepish and giggly, almost like a school kid;  doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing, and all the time being afraid to get caught.

 

I think this freshness motivated me.  This is a game now.

 

 

out comes the sketch pad and charcoal pencil.  I am filling in with more details now.

 

 

 

I really wasn't too concerned about whether the image has the correct proportions or not.   In my mind I could only feel his movements, his energy.  I was trying to picture that.

 

Then I tried my ink and brush on the sketch pad

 

 

 

 

Finally I had the urge to try that on Xuan with ink.

 

 

That was a fun way to spend an afternoon!

Courtyard from another angle

Rather than re-doing the last painting all over again, I decided to keep my interest fresh by painting the same courtyard, but viewed from a different angle.  Instead of framing the enclosure with posts and beams, I will do it with shrubbery this time.

 

 

I began my plot with the usual light ink sketching of the intended characters, and made some of them really obvious so that I would remember what I had intended to paint, in spite of my senility.

 

 

 

Again I picked out some points of interest and elaborated on them first.  I don't know if these were the most interesting or the easiest to paint, but I painted them a darker tone, to establish my black values I suppose.

 

 

I used different techniques to show layers and perspective.  The front and back branches of this little tree in the courtyard is differentiated by the obvious contrast in ink tone and gesture.  The front branch "a" is not only darker, but is a dryer brushstroke; thus harsher and conveys more texture.  The back branch "b" is lighter and unremarkable.  This tree is set up against a tree "c" from outside the courtyard.  That tree is represented by scattered fat dots and negative space branches.

 

The little tree is set in front of the breezeway.  That gesture is emphasized by the break in painting the lattice work ( circled in red).  That little void or gap helps to establish the spatial relationship of the two objects.  Paying attention to the perspective of the different focal points in a painting should be an organic process; pleasing to look at, and comes naturally.   One feels the presence of the breeze without having to wonder why or where it comes from.

 

 

 

 

Layers of light ink wash was applied judiciously to highlight the different structures.  Typical Chinese brush works do not cater to manipulating light values.  My personal belief is "why not".

It helps to bring into focus and add interest to the work.

 

There are a couple of "oops" that are apparent.  The first one being the "gou" lines were worked over too much, to the point that they obscured brushstrokes.  The lines on the stone in the courtyard illustrated my point.  The lines were smut and too dark.  It was like smudging lip stick way past the contours of the lips, hoping to change their shapes.

 

The other oops was the tree branches at the upper right hand corner seemed to be too detached.  There was no relationship between the branches and the rest of the painting.  I remedied that by painting in layers of leaves, some of which even covered the top of the breezeway.  I think this alteration made the painting more cohesive.

 

 

 

 

 

Appraising my courtyard

I've been looking at my last etude, my interpretation of a formal courtyard; casting those intense scrutinizing stares, amidst the occasional casual glances.   I found something.

I believe the vertical post on the right is too domineering.  It suffocates the painting. I should do the painting all over again, paying attention to what I deemed was wrong.  But I just can't motivate myself to do that.  I lack that discipline.  Rather than investing my energy in re-painting this piece of work, I thought I would cheat and do a digital correction and see if my assessment is correct.

before

 

so I photoshopped the lower portion of the post away and I really think that did the trick.  It helped to open up the painting.  It can breathe now.  I'll pursue my correction when I am in the mood again.

 

after

 

Courtyard

I was quoting Cougar in saying that I was holding on too tight and have lost my edge and I was frustrated.

My solution to that was to hang everything up for a while, and not feel guilty about it.  After all I am doing this for fun, and my livelihood does not depend on my lifting a paint brush.    For anybody who has come through this gate, we know that we are just pretending to not think about it consciously.. the computing still happens, just not on the desktop.

I finally decided that if my tendency was to be nitty gritty, why don't I just go with the flow and not fight it.  I'll find something meticulous to paint.  I want to give my anal retentiveness a work out.  So I tackled with painting a courtyard.  A formal Chinese courtyard.

I chose to use the semi-sized paper again. I felt like this paper would be more suited to the repeated layering and build-up that I intended to do to this painting.

Instead of trying to paint this in a traditional Chinese style, I decided to just paint what comes naturally.  For me, it would be what one would see from a photograph.... a black and white photograph.   I know I've written about what constitues Chinese brush painting before,but  I am willing to let all theories slide, and just let my painting happen.

My first step was to sketch out my plot with diluted ink.  The focal point would be a huge Lake Tai limestone that are ubiquitous in formal Chinese gardens.  This feature would be framed by the intricate lattice work found in the pavilion and breezeway.  I would add drama to the painting by playing up the light values, something that is not emphasized in traditional painting styles.

I tried to put down all the darkest values first, to give me a framework of subsequent greys.
I also wanted to portray some of the branches and trunks as a negative space.  This is the part that satiated my compulsion of being nitty gritty with details.  I was allowed the opportunity to design the conduit where the branches would occupy, and darken the areas around that with details of leaves and dots and what not.

 

 

The blank area between the tiled roofs ( red circle ) is there not only for aesthetic reasons, but to show separation and establish the fore/aft relationship.

 
The contour line on this Lake Tai limestone felt week and tentative.  The line was suppose to describe the physical property of the object.  After re-tracing, the line looked a little sterner, more befitting the rock.

I decided to do some of the stalks as positive space, while others as negative ( red circles ).  This is to create a dialogue and intrigue between the lower left and right halves of the painting. I've also planted a few blades of grass on the negative space grass bed (blue circle).  I enjoy this effect because it added  to the 3 dimensional feel.

Drama was achieved when I boldly applied ink at the base of the rock as well as strategic spots in the grass bed.  I tried to even up the tone of the painting by applying a diluted layer of ink wash.

 

 

 

The sepia color was just the wet paper playing tricks to the camera.  I might use that to
stylize the painting.  For now, I'll take a break.

My beef with Rice Paper

People here always ask me if I paint on rice paper. 

At first I was confounded.  What do they mean?

"Oh, you mean Xuan paper?"

I've been trying hard to correct this misnomer until I searched Wikipedia.  I am disappointed that the paper which has nothing to do with rice is called rice paper.  The term was supposedly coined by Robert Morrison, a missionary back in the 1800's.

The main ingredient for making Xuan paper is fibers from the bark of the Blue Sandalwood.  The proportion varies from 40 to 80%.  To that is mixed in with fibers from indigenous area, and these may include rice straw, grass straw, hemp, mulberry and bamboo.

The rice paper I grew up with is an edible sheet of dried starch used to package food.  I am submitting a picture of a plum paste jelly/walnut snack wrapped with rice paper.  The paper shields the outside packaging from the sticky content and saves the consumer from having to peel off the wrapping  paper before eating the goody.

How could an ill adopted name from centuries ago survive this long.  Was there no one to speak up?

I am just saying. I believe in calling a spade a spade.

Sailing

I dropped my laptop and cracked the screen.  It now has a cluster of vertical lines on the left third of my screen. 

I was mad.

I found myself moving my head from side to side, trying to peek through those vertical lines, as if they were just a mesh screen blocking my view.

It was comical.

I continued my experiments with the semi-sized Xuan.

I painted some sailboats on the ocean; spinnakers, spinnakers, spinnakers.  Enough of the serious stuff.

Using center tip, I patiently laid down scores of horizontal lines, lifting with varying pressure and speed.  This was calming, almost zen like.  A perfect remedy for dealing with the cracked laptop screen.

The paper does not show black well.  It appears as sepia.

The painting looked too red to me, although only blue was used.

I remedied that by applying blue color on the back of the paper.  The translucent nature of this paper allowed the color from the back to permeate through.

The sail was done with a side tip technique.

The painting became lighter after it dried.  The dot in the background was an accident.  A happy accident.  I somehow managed to drop my brush on the paper.  After some laborious blotting and thinning, a smear resulted.  Seemed to give reference to a distant landmass.  Nice.

All bummed out

I received notification about an exhibition event that I've applied to.

For this application I employed three different treatments of the same subject matter, using different techniques and perspectives.  I've posted about these works on my blogs before; it was my quest to explore what really constitutes Chinese brush painting.  I've also stated my agenda in my artist's statement when submitting these works for jury.  My resolve was to find a public stage to state my case, while instinctively  prepare for the real possibility that the judges might not be equipped with the requisite knowledge to discern.

When one looks at a picture of a waterfall with the water looking like a silky ribbon, those not-in-the-know might say "Oh, how pretty".  Those in the know would say, " Oh, how pretty, the photographer used a long exposure to achieve that effect."   Such is the difference between  a juror having the proper knowledge about photography and one who just appreciates.   Granted, if the picture is good, then it is good regardless.  However, the judge with photography background is able to add another layer into the validation process.    If I was asked to judge dogs, I should at least know what qualities to  look for in different breeds of dogs, and not just a dog that pulls at your heart and makes good companion.

Regrettably, the piece labeled Traditional Brush got rejected.  I don't want to speculate the reason behind it.  If  I was given a choice, I would rather prefer the traditional brush piece be accepted in lieu of one of the other ones.

The Impression had the least semblance to Chinese brush.  Yes it was executed with Chinese brush on Xuan, but that was about it.  It was like a child born to Chinese parents but grew up adopted in Deutschland.  This kid knew nothing of the Chinese culture, spoke no Chinese and ate no Chinese food.  The only thing Chinese about this kid was the the genetic makeup.

The yellow painting was the same adopted kid, but spoke a few words of Chinese.  There were hints of  a Chinese traditional brushstroke, especially when describing topography and texture of the near shore on the left is concerned.

What was novel about this piece was the fact that alum was used to size certain parts of the paper to create that neither solid nor empty but kind of translucent look, adding a third dimension to the otherwise 2 dimensional feel.  These sized areas were represented by the highlights of the trees and the branches.  Contrast these voids with the empty spaces of the sky and the water and you'll know what I mean.

The traditional brush piece was the same adopted kid in Germany but was immersed in the local Chinese culture as well.  Therefore she knew the culture, spoke the language, ate the diet, but was not dressed in the traditional Qipao (Cheongsam).  The brushstrokes were all traditional, the "chuen" strokes were traditional, the fashion to describe assorted woods was traditional, the multi-layered application of color was traditional.  What was not traditional was again the composition, the utilization of alum to accentuate the conifers, and the choice and intensity of the coloration.  Where as the painting might lack that je ne sais quoi, it takes someone with Chinese brush acumen to discern it.  This kid was trying to be as chinesisch as possible, albeit wearing western garb.

I was really hoping that by showing these 3 pieces together, I would be able to raise the conversation: what is Chinese brush painting.  Perhaps this event is not the proper forum.

Beaverton Creek  Impression

 

 

Beaverton Creek

 

 

Beaverton Creek, Traditional brush

 

 

My quiet resignation goes out the window; I am all bummed out.

 

 

Building a Chinese garden

I got my hands on some semi-sized Xuan.  This one is very thin and translucent; feels like a giant sheet of onion skin.  I like this kind of paper due to the fact that it allows a build up of layers of ink.  The regular unsized Xuan would not tolerate this practice.

Lately I've been drawn to some of the classical elements of a formal Chinese garden.  I decided to further explore this arena.

I sat down with a pen sketching of a plausible layout

At this stage I was trying to pin down the spatial relationship of the different structures.  I wanted to glorify the sweeping roof lines and use them as a back-drop for the cozy enclosure.  I have not decided on how to treat the pond.  I am inclined to leave it blank, with a ribbon of pond lily as garnish.

I hoped to be able to use the center pavilion as the focal point, but somehow my attention was diverted to the side structures

I kept embellishing my sketch

Never for a moment thought that this would be an exercise in futility, I pressed on.

I started to brush down an outline in very diluted ink, and piled on subsequent  layers to achieve the different tones.

Eventually I established the general arrangement of the structures.

I took a break at this point.  I was having difficulty concentrating.  Actually I was running out of ideas.   I felt like I was manufacturing instead of creating.

I just realized that I stopped because I was bored.  It wasn't fun anymore.

I left this on the table and examined it from afar, from close-up, skewing and tilting my field of vision.  Unfortunately I could not find one iota of emotion in this rendition, not at this stage anyways.
Everything looked so rigid and stoic.

Like Cougars said in Top Gun, " I'm holding on too tight, I've lost the edge"

I was thinking about what I paint, and not painting what I think!

Planting a tree, a cosmetic remedy

I've been looking at my recent attempt at the pavilion, the one with the huge hair-do, the one I conceded to be difficult to amend.

I can't surrender that easily.  Surely there's something I can do.

Why don't I just plant a tree?  Use the foliage to hide the pompadour! ( I used to think it was Pinocchio's nose !)

With the innocence of a child, and the eagerness of going out on a first date, I proceeded to plant my tree.

The ink being so intense, I had to mix in some titanium white to the  Green Label Three to add some opacity to the foliage. 

I also painted in the tiles on the breezeway and the rest of the shrubs on the ground.  This was done to shield  the prominence of the new tree that I planted.  I was actually adding something to the painting to try to take away other things.

I also mentioned that I didn't like the way the rocks by the water edge looked.  I painted a thin ribbon along the water's edge and that seemed to account for the boundary without the original harshness.
I adhered to leaving the body of the pond as an empty space.

I'll sit on this one for a while, like I usually do.