Yesterday I spent hours looking at the facsimile of The Big Book by W. Eugene Smith. I could relate to the darkness he found in the world and his devotion to its depiction. I could also relate to John Berger’s words about Smith’s mother: “How did the moral drama, which is so integral a part of his photography, first begin for him? Unquestionably, profoundly, and until the end, it began with his mother.”* A detailed review of Smith’s Big Book can be found here.
*Berger, John. Pieta: W. Eugene Smith, The Big Book, Volume 3 Essays and Texts. Austin, University of Texas Press; Center for Creative Photography, University of Arizona. 2013.
Children watching bombs fall from the sky. A combination of two children, one being my father, the other a Hitler Youth who went on to be a soldier in the German army, and a photo of English children hiding in a trench while watching fighter planes in the sky.
for a clean, neat, orderly studio. Time to paint!
The Brooklyn Waterfront Artists Coalition’s juried show will be happening soon. I created this small fighter to send along with the finished version of fighter A902
Worked on this painting again today, while listening to a professor discuss Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past. It is painful to watch my mother get older, and only after listening to the discussion of Proust did I have a greater understanding of what I am feeling.
Pretty much finished
I am still reeling after finishing Siri Hustvedt‘s novel of the New York art world, The Blazing World. I haven’t organized my thoughts about it yet so can’t discuss it clearly. This review does a pretty good job of summing it up, but my review would also have a great deal of anger directed at the many wrongs the author intelligently depicts. I began this portrait today – it is my portrait of the fighter from the perspective of an angry middle-aged woman, which I am.
1st day of painting