Fragments on the Threshold
By gordonmscott, Dec 22 2016 11:51AM
Two of my solo exhibitions are separated by 25 years. The first, 'Into the Labyrinth' and the most recent, 'Into the Mysteries.'
These expositions do not describe a cycle of completion, any more than a cycle of beginning and ending. Rather they are both thresholds on transformation.
I am stunned that a quarter century separates them, and in between, a life story that has helped to season the heartwood of my being.
One might imagine that over time inspirational themes change, or at the least evolve.
However, l perceive echoes that span the gulf of years; and that is important. Circumstances carry you away on a whistle stop tour of life experience. Yet if some things stay with you, one can bet those very things have a bearing on the truth of your inner being - an answer to the disquiet; a Secret Treasure to be understood.
Lucky then, to have a collection of transparencies in (until recently) a forgotten archive. Artists are fortunate. They may weave a biography throughout their work which may become a form of Rosetta Stone. A tablet, that once decoded reveals a unique narrative of one's life. Soon I can catalogue this journey. Work unseen for 25 years can deservedly hang on my website.
Of course since these works are all sold or given away, one can, provided the transparencies are good enough, commission prints.
I cannot wait!
For me, the artistic process is one of refinement. As early as 1989, the work was seen as, 'coarsely massive and sinister'; an intriguing statement in an article written by now retired art critic Clare Henry.
I often painted canvases of 30 square feet, backed up with numerous small sized oils on paper; but sinister? If unanswered mystery lay within my work, there is a certain irony to this. It was not long before my ideas dried up, exasperation mounted and the work stalled. The reason being, I could not bring to focus the purpose and portrayal of my fascination with the feeling that some miraculous truth lay hidden in observable reality. Furthermore, with growing self doubt I was at a loss as to what particular narratives might best convey this?
Ultimately l sought an answer elsewhere, and this explains the present more positive position. How did this happen? In the intervening years came a lot of travel and researching, rather like the life of an antiquarian from over one hundred years ago. Today I carve out a manifesto in artistic narratives to elucidate the sense; all is not as it seems. Life is purposeful, and where one finds oneself on the journey is precisely where one needs to be. Crucially, the present is fulfilled not just through acceptance, but with full cooperation. This attitude frees inner vision, is insightful, and lo and behold; ideas come flooding out.
Not that this is reason to crow with pride and self assurance. On the contrary, it is humbling and my spirit is appreciative. One is surprised to be in a place unlooked for, unasked. All that remains, is to arrange life in such a way to be conducive to producing...and in this modern world that is another story.
I warmly welcome you to this Blog. I will endeavour to outline here all the realtime effort to dedicate life to the Artwork and take the time to tell the story to you.