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Some 15 years ago I lost my studio much like today. At that time I was making large figurative paintings in oils. Reduced to working in my house , I found that even small oil paintings 3x5" caused the whole house to smell of turpentine, linseed, damar varnish, etc... and so I stopped painting altogether. Around the same time, I attended a professional development meeting with other art teachers for which we were expected to bring some materials: old books, old papers, old photographs, etc... At the meeting we were prompted to create our own collage from our materials. This was the result:
-Sonnet (for Emily)
I hadn't made any collages since right out of art school when I sent a couple to a few girlfriends:
-New York Valentine
I liked the result of the collage, Sonnet (for Emily) and as a huge fan of Joseph Cornell and an unabashed bibliophile I realized that this media was one that I could explore while forced to work off my dining room table. For about 5 years, these collages were my sole artistic output.
-Tense and on Edge
-The Nightingale Approaches
-Ghost Sonata
-Poetry and Perfumed Letters
Around this time, my collages were noticed by a number of other artists who were active in the National Collage Society and was invited to publish an essay I had written in defense of collage as an artistic medium:
In Defense of Collage
“I loved maudlin pictures, the painted panes over doors, stage
sets, the backdrops of mountebanks, old inn signs, popular
prints, antiquated literature, church Latin, erotic books
innocent of all spelling, the novels of our grandfathers,
fairytales, children’s storybooks, old operas, inane refrains,
and artless rhythms.”
-Rimbaud
Recently a question was put forth by a fellow artist challenging the continued relevancy of collage. “Was not collage,” it was asked, “with its collected bits and pieces and bric-a-brac, an inherently sentimental medium?” Originally educated/trained as a painter, I often had similar doubts about the relevancy of such a dated, slow medium as painting in this age of computers and Photoshop. Still, I don’t believe that either painting, nor collage can be quite so easily pigeon-holed as to being no more than media of the past.
The very nature of collage/assemblage… constructed, as it were, from fragments of diverse imagery and materials, is open to a plethora of interpretations: It might stand as a metaphor for the speed of our modern world and the impossibility of a single linear narrative. It might an allusion to the fragmentation and collapse of our society… our culture… of art itself. It might exist as a metaphor of mortality… or of rebirth… physical or spiritual (through recycling?). It might be used anachronistically: the absurd combination of the new and the old. It might represent the urge to preserve the past… as a diary or reliquary of memory. It might reveal through its very form, the cacophony of our world. It might even speak of other art forms: of toys, books, furniture, the theater, architecture, and more… All of this I am aware of and intrigued by.
At the same time, it must be admitted that there’s a cultural history with assemblage and collage. Collage and assemblage seem to have been perfectly tailored to the United States. America, after all, is a country of melded and recycled cultures, constructed of fragments of older beliefs, systems, and values. What could be a better metaphor of this than an art equally composed of merged fragments?
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-Sonnet (for Emily)
I hadn't made any collages since right out of art school when I sent a couple to a few girlfriends:
-New York Valentine
I liked the result of the collage, Sonnet (for Emily) and as a huge fan of Joseph Cornell and an unabashed bibliophile I realized that this media was one that I could explore while forced to work off my dining room table. For about 5 years, these collages were my sole artistic output.
-Tense and on Edge
-The Nightingale Approaches
-Ghost Sonata
-Poetry and Perfumed Letters
Around this time, my collages were noticed by a number of other artists who were active in the National Collage Society and was invited to publish an essay I had written in defense of collage as an artistic medium:
In Defense of Collage
“I loved maudlin pictures, the painted panes over doors, stage
sets, the backdrops of mountebanks, old inn signs, popular
prints, antiquated literature, church Latin, erotic books
innocent of all spelling, the novels of our grandfathers,
fairytales, children’s storybooks, old operas, inane refrains,
and artless rhythms.”
-Rimbaud
Recently a question was put forth by a fellow artist challenging the continued relevancy of collage. “Was not collage,” it was asked, “with its collected bits and pieces and bric-a-brac, an inherently sentimental medium?” Originally educated/trained as a painter, I often had similar doubts about the relevancy of such a dated, slow medium as painting in this age of computers and Photoshop. Still, I don’t believe that either painting, nor collage can be quite so easily pigeon-holed as to being no more than media of the past.
The very nature of collage/assemblage… constructed, as it were, from fragments of diverse imagery and materials, is open to a plethora of interpretations: It might stand as a metaphor for the speed of our modern world and the impossibility of a single linear narrative. It might an allusion to the fragmentation and collapse of our society… our culture… of art itself. It might exist as a metaphor of mortality… or of rebirth… physical or spiritual (through recycling?). It might be used anachronistically: the absurd combination of the new and the old. It might represent the urge to preserve the past… as a diary or reliquary of memory. It might reveal through its very form, the cacophony of our world. It might even speak of other art forms: of toys, books, furniture, the theater, architecture, and more… All of this I am aware of and intrigued by.
At the same time, it must be admitted that there’s a cultural history with assemblage and collage. Collage and assemblage seem to have been perfectly tailored to the United States. America, after all, is a country of melded and recycled cultures, constructed of fragments of older beliefs, systems, and values. What could be a better metaphor of this than an art equally composed of merged fragments?
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