I have been invited to conduct several painting classes for our local classic Chinese garden. This came as a genuine surprise to me. While I may be enthusiastic about Chinese brush painting, I certainly do not fit the bill as being erudite. Perhaps it is my affable disposition.
The Garden is situated in Chinatown, a neighborhood that is often associated with negative connotations. For some reason that is beyond my comprehension, Chinatowns invariably seem to be located in run-down areas. In our case, the homeless and drug problems further exacerbate the fragile existence of this place. A fence enclosure provides some distance from the random rocks being hurled at the windows, and visitors to this attraction must be buzzed in. It is not uncommon to encounter homeless individuals relieving themselves on the street in front of visitors, blocking their path.
Despite its small footprint, a mere city block, the Garden was constructed with craftsmen from Suzhou, a city renowned for its formal gardens. Therefore, it is certainly not a copycat or imitation facility. It strives for authenticity.
My job is to introduce Chinese brush painting to novices.
I stressed that I won't be conducting any plein air paintings. The small plot of the Garden means that skyscrapers form the backdrop around the Garden. Everywhere one looks, one sees city buildings competing with the classic architecture of the Garden, and is most disconcerting. Thus I am hoping to coax the class into internalizing the features of the Garden and then distill that feeling into a painting. In other words, compose our own canvas, or in this case, Xuan paper. Additionally, perhaps more importantly, the painting needs to be able to be finished in an hour, give or take.
I've taken liberty of utilizing a file photo of the Garden
The photo is probably ideal for plein air setting, but feels non-Chinese, if there is such a thing.
I lifted part of that photo onto my composition,