Deanna Petherbridge and Drawing Matter

Deanna Petherbridge

Deanna Petherbridge is an artist and writer on drawing who has contributed deeply to the way that drawing is thought about as a contemporary art practice. However her work and her interests overlap two drawing categories, both fine art and architecture come within her remit as a draughtswoman. In her large pen and ink drawings architecture becomes a metaphor for the human condition and the hubris of humans. Perhaps it is this hybridity that makes her drawings interesting, the slippage between disciplines allowing her to make drawings that are not easy to pin down, as they are clearly not plans or ideas for future building projects and on first impression they remind us of Piranesi's exploration of what were known at the time as 'capriccio' images, in his case drawings and prints representing a fantasy or a mixture of real and imaginary buildings. 

Deanna Petherbridge

Piranesi

I was reminded of Deanna Petherbridge's work because she is in the same 'Step and Stair' exhibition as myself in the Art Space Gallery at Michael Richardson Contemporary Art in London. Then, as my mind tends to work by drawing loose threads together, I was further reminded that she often writes for 'Drawing Matter' an organisation that explores the role of drawing in architectural thought and practice. I have not mentioned Drawing Matter before, because it tends to be seen as something belonging to the world of architecture and not fine art, but as my belief is that drawing should be seen as a problem solving and communication tool that steps right across and over various discipline boundaries, that doesn't bother me, and I think the world of architectural drawing has a lot to offer fine art practitioners, especially in regards to spatial metaphor and drawing as idea visualisation.

The Art Space Gallery is devoting the exhibition after 'Step and Stair' to Deanna Petherbridge's work and the gallery will be publishing a catalogue of her drawings, and I will be very interested to both see and read that. Petherbridge's drawings use imagined architectural imagery as a metaphorical means to deal with social and political issues. Her drawing 'The Destruction of the City of Homs' beginning a long series of images commenting on migrations, walls, barriers and threatened peoples, things that I have also tried to respond to in drawing. 

Deanna Petherbridge: The Destruction of the City of Homs 

Go to the Drawing Matter site to read what Petherbridge has to say about her work, this is an excellent introduction to writing about drawing and the more you work your way into the site, the more you will find of interest, especially if like myself you have an interest in drawing's wider possibilities. 

See also:

Online catalogue of the Step and Stair exhibition

Deanna Petherbridge at the Whitworth

Writing on drawing

Writing about drawing

Tone and emotional value

An old exhibition dealing with similar issues

The smiley face

It is now over 50 years since the smiley face image was introduced into our culture. There are two aspects to it that really fascinate me, one is how we use the same image over and over again but in different ways according to our needs and the other is how as a society we have set up legal structures surrounding ownership that are strange and bizarre, (well they are if you are someone who dislikes the capitalist system) and yet as artists you have to be aware of legal precedent in copyright law and its use if you are to safeguard your intellectual property rights. (My personal belief is that I find the phrase 'Intellectual Property Rights' quite difficult, and the transfer of the right to own property to ideas, as something that goes totally against my vision of society as a cooperative effort.) This is however another post that is designed to raise awareness of legal issues, something which is a mandatory requirement of the course here at LAU, so whether I support the copyright law system or not, I do have to acknowledge its existence and communicate something of its implications to those of you that may need to use copyright law at some point in your careers.  

In 1963 the graphic artist and ad man Harvey Ross Ball was commissioned to create a graphic image to raise the spirits of the workers of the State Mutual Life Assurance Company. He was paid $45. 

Harvey Ross Ball's original smiley badge. 

When you look at the image there are certain distinguishing features, the eyes are not perfect circles, one is an oval and the other more like a short dash. The mouth is off centre and slightly thicker on one side, the image basically says it was drawn using tools that reflected the hand made nature of their application. The original smily face still carried within it the traces of the maker, the hand skills of Harvey Ross Ball. You can still 'see' him drawing that smile, the slight wavering of his hand as he used a pen and black ink to thicken it, until the smile had enough visual weight to work within a circle of that size and colour. A simple drawing, but one that reflects the fact that Harvey Ross Ball was a professional graphic artist, who used the tools of a trade that in 1963 had yet to encounter a computer. 

The image was very successful and the company used it extensively, but never thought to copyright it. 

In the early 1970s, brothers Bernard and Murray Spain, from Philadelphia came across the image, saw it was popular and after adding a slogan “Have a Happy Day”, in 1971 copyrighted the revised design. In my earlier post on copyright law I cited the fact that in the logic of “transformation” any creation of a derivative work which under the law should require a license, needs to prove a “transformative use” and if so, this can be seen as “fair use.” In transformative use, alterations must result in an aesthetic and character different from the original; therefore if applied, in this case the Spain brothers could have argued that adding the slogan was transformative and therefore a 'fair' use of the idea. However because neither Harvey Ross Ball or the State Mutual Life Assurance Company copyrighted the idea there were no impediments to the Spain brothers' application. The fact that courts are more likely to consider artwork commercial if it is sold as decoration or merchandise, such as mugs or t-shirts and that people are using the artwork to sell consumer merchandise, rather than selling the artwork itself, didn't really come into the situation, but it would have been interesting to see how the courts would have dealt with a counterclaim for copyright by Harvey Ross Ball, if he had been aware of what was happening at the time, as the smiley face was clearly being sold as merchandise. 

The Spain Brothers 'Have a Happy Day!' smiley face 

The Spain brothers' smiley face is a more centralised image, the two eyes are the same, both elongated ovoids, a black circle of a particular weight now contains the face and the mouth has a much smoother curve, suggestive of drawing implements being used to sharpen the design. Soon after their copyrighting of the image they were asked to go on the TV program 'What's my line?' and they were introduced as the people who had invented the smiley face, an image that was now selling huge amounts of associated merchandise and making a very handsome profit. 

However over in Europe in 1972 Franklin Loufrani registered the smiley face for commercial use, using it to highlight the rare instances of good news in the newspaper France Soir. 

The contemporary smiley

He trademarked the “Smiley,” as he called it in over 100 countries and launched the Smiley Company by selling T-shirt transfers. By 1996 the Smiley Company had developed a formalized style guide, had set up international licensing agreements and had started to develop the first graphic emoticons for computer use in association with word processing software. 

Emoticons

The Smiley Company states, 'an emoticon is a typographic display of a facial expression, used to convey emotion in a text-only medium'. The present owner of the company argues that the design of the smiley is so basic it can’t be credited to anyone. It is so well known that it is appropriated by people all over the world and law suits are constantly being taken out to try and quash the various appropriations that are constantly emerging. It's current manifestation is slightly different again, two oval eyes, often now moved as part of a change of expression and a mouth that has a clearly vector graphic supported curve. Harvey Ross Ball's hand drawn version now long gone, the contemporary smiley's oval eyes surely the product of a vectored graphic package. 'Have a happy day!', eventually morphed into 'Have a nice day' and more and more creative uses of the smiley face were seen out there in the image-sphere, from Kurt Cobain's anti smiley to Jimmy Cauty's Riot Shields. 

The Nirvana smiley

Jimmy Cauty: Riot Shield

Over the years meaning and use has changed alongside social and cultural values; the optimistic message of a 1960s insurance company became a commercialized logo, in 1970s Vietnam, for American soldiers it became an ironic fashion statement, in the 1980s a symbol of rave culture imprinted on ecstasy pills, and now it is central to our wordless expression of emotions in text messages.

A collection of sew on badges from a Vietnam veteran's collection

Ecstasy pill

An emoticon

Dave Gibbons used the smiley face with a trickle of blood running down it as a symbol for the deceit and lies of a dystopian world of depressed and traumatized superheroes in the classic graphic novel he created with Alan Moore, 'Watchman', Gibbons stated “It’s just a yellow field with three marks on it. It couldn’t be more simple. And so to that degree, it’s empty. It’s ready for meaning. If you put it in a nursery setting…It fits in well. If you take it and put it on a riot policeman’s gas mask, then it becomes something completely different.” 

The smiley face is now an icon of contemporary visual culture, and as such it becomes subject to fine art's attention. Antonio Brasko an Iranian/American artist has developed a practice that fuses together graffiti, pop culture, various fine art tropes and fashion, his version of the smiley perhaps breaking the mould by now placing it in a rectangle; the rectangle of the fine art canvas meeting the spray language of the streets. 

Antonio Brasko

Tala Madani 

Tala Madani has highjacked the smiley face, giving it a personality that envies real faces with noses and thus the anonymous icon begins to slowly merge back into the emotional faces from which it emerged, it's smile now being one of happy vengeance, of the smiling retribution of the noseless smiley, as it scissors away the noses of its distant relatives.

See also:

Another post on copyright law

More information on Jimmy Cauty's riot shields

Abstraction and meaning

Drawing can be funny

Dots and spots

Authenticity and Blockchain

The circle

Pushing paper: contemporary drawing from 1970 to now

I have just been to see the exhibition 'Pushing paper: contemporary drawing from 1970 to now', which is on at the Cooper Art Gallery in Barnsley. We rarely get to see drawing exhibitions of this quality in Yorkshire, so I would advise anyone living locally to go and see this carefully curated show. 

There are so many interesting drawings that it's hard to know where to begin, but perhaps simply because I know that every year Fine Art students at the LAU are given the opportunity to take part in the British Art Medal society's design a medal competition, I'll begin with Ellen Gallagher's 'An experiment of unusual opportunity', a drawing done as a design for a medal to raise the profile of the difficult to face life and work of Eunice Rivers. This small pencil drawing fascinated me because it was dealing with similar interests to my own, how do you communicate ideas through depictions the human body? In this case the carefully knotted hair of Rivers, is pushed right up against the ear and greatly enlarged eye, which replaces the rest of the face. In fact the eye punches the face away, its pupil a conker shaped stone at its centre, all of which works against the delicate tracing of light pencil lines that make up the hair and eyelashes. It was perhaps this conjunction that drew me in. The pencil drawing was light and airy, almost etherial, but the visual logic was of a clunky juxtaposition, a drastic short cut to bring the viewer up short. 

Ellen Gallagher: An experiment of unusual opportunity

This small drawing set the tone of the exhibition for me and I began looking for embodied moments in drawings, searching for visual ideas that I could take back into the studio where I'm working on a range of drawings that attempt to communicate various concepts about my own and others bodies. 

Hanging high on an adjacent wall to Gallagher's small image was Glenn Brown's 'Children of the Revolution' (after Rembrandt). This large image is a type of Brown drawing I had seen before in the British Museum and had remarked on in an earlier blog post, but this time I was interested in another aspect of how the body could communicate an idea. The subject is Rembrandt's etching of the goddess Diana, but Brown has left the head off. As in Gallagher's drawing, a process of removal focusses attention on the rest of the body, that has itself been elongated, Diana's solidity and human weight as given to us by Rembrandt, is now made more El Greco like, her body flickering upwards in white ink pen lines, made all the more sharp by the drawing being done on transparent polyester film and mounted on brown cardboard. Some tonal effects are introduced by playing off the white lines with black ones, and the body is being given form more by white lines acting as cross contour definers, than by tonal massing. The curve of the inner frame in effect replaces Diana's head and the sinuous lines demarcating the body, dissolve back into background supporting lines, almost as if they are drawing a rock being pulled out of flowing water. The headless figure has its arms cradled around what is in the Rembrandt etching almost a void, and which in Brown's image becomes a trapped swirl of black curled marks, as if the figure was attempting to cradle or hold on to the top of its recently lost head. Brown's reflection on an old master image intrigued me, perhaps above all because I had always loved the original's ability to bring the gods down to earth. 

Rembrandt: Diana at her bath: Etching 7 x 6 in

Glenn Brown 'Children of the Revolution'

By taking Diana's all too human head away, Brown had somehow released the idea back into a more spiritual understanding; Brown's flame flicker of body energy, releasing the image to burn itself out in an intellectual frame, whilst Rembrandt's original was still reminding me of the inescapable weight of the body as it ages, and that if the gods made humans in their image, they must themselves therefore be subject to the same ageing process that we mortals have to inhabit.

One of Claude Heath's head drawings done by touch whilst blindfolded was exhibited not too far away from Brown's. This was another meditation of what was missing, this time sight itself was taken away, and the way touch can be used to gradually inform us of what is there was indicated by changing colour each time a new inquiry took place. The artist used a cast plaster model of his brother's head to work from. Another absence; in this case the solid, intractable cold plaster cast, replacing the warm hard/soft surfaces of a real head, resulting perhaps in the more 'measured' ball point pen tracing of lines that recorded touch. I could still see the 'looking' behind the 'touching', the empty space of the drawing suggesting a 'visual knowing', so inbuilt into our awareness of what a head is, that even when blindfolded we seem to almost instinctively know what a face is. Would the drawing have been so much more 'emotional' if Heath had had to feel his brother's actual head? Would he have had to invent a much wider range of marks to cope with touching real hair, or skin or the gristle of nose cartilage or the dampness of eye corners? Even so the pouring of the drawing's lines from a single fixed point, seems to echo the movement of a waterfall as it drops from height onto rocks. Reminding me of the flowing lines surrounding Brown's drawing and my own long preoccupation with how to draw water. Water being a fluid, a fluid like the air we breathe, something that can invisibly surround us, and which when drawing we often forget to include. 

Bad photograph of Claude Heath's Drawing Head 100

Could Heath's drawing also operate as a metaphor for those intakes of breath we all need to take when rethinking. The air pouring down the throat and out into the lungs, which in turn shape the air into an invisible cast of our insides, before we push it back out again. As I think this, I am mentally drawing it, trying to nail down an image that I'm still searching for in my own drawing. I'm looking for an entry point like the mouth that takes you down into the body, a topological journey that begins on the skin's outer surface, and then continues over the mouth's lip and into the body's interior. 

Hew Lock's 'Sovereign 3' an image of the queen made from green and red eyes bunched together and fighting for space, surrounded by grinning skulls, was a timely reminder that any image, even one as familiar as the queen on my banknote can be reclaimed and reused if you have a strong enough visual language. In Lock's case, this was I felt a sort of reverse colonisation, the queen now constructed from a language 'spoken' by one of her colonial subjects, rather than the queen's English being the exported language of the coloniser. 

Hew Lock 'Sovereign 3'

Lock's colour drawing gave me an insight into the potential of the body to contain complex forces, Walt Whitman, in his 'Song of Myself' gave us the image, 'I contain multitudes', an image returned to us again much more recently in the album 'Rough and Rowdy Ways' by Bob Dylan. The refrain, "I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds, I contain multitudes" reminding us that both the inconsequential and the mythic are at the end of the day, both interwoven into the cloth that makes up the fabric of our lives and that we are the consequence of all the people who have made an impact on our lives and that they continue to live within us. 

Gwen Hardie's 'untitled' charcoal drawing of a female figure was another image that drew me in; I was interested in her drawing as an example of how to conjoin interiority with exteriority. Her nailed or pinned exterior linear surface line surrounding what could be read as a vaginal/fallopian tube/breast/lung synthesis, or 'waterworks' as my mother would say, when talking about anything related to a woman's interior parts. 

Gwen Hardie 'Untitled' 

The head is in this case there, but its surface features are totally eradicated, the simplification of the body being almost pre-historic in its direct, map like deportment. 

As you can see, my initial entry into this exhibition was directed by my particular interests in making drawings about the body. This is I would argue quite normal and most artists I know would do the same and I would expect you as students to begin looking around an exhibition of this sort in a similar way. But once the initial excitement of looking at new images is over, then a secondary set of reflections begin to come through and their effect is perhaps more subtle. 

Jan Vanriet: 'Ruchia

I became interested in Jan Vanriet's 'Ruchia' after initially just giving it a cursory glance. I think I had subconsciously dismissed it as yet another portrait made from a photograph; but on re-looking found that this drawing could help me think about how you could work from a photograph and still engage with an emotional intensity worthy of the subject. Again this is something I've tried to look at before and in my review of Adam Stone's work I tried to use Lorca's term 'duende' as a way of thinking about how additionality could be added to a photographic image by working from it. In this case Jan Vanriet's images are an attempt to give back life to the victims of the Holocaust. Old black and white photographs are the source material for watercolour portraits. Jan Vanriet's portraits using watercolour's propensity for staining and bleeding past edges to suggest an alternate life. The material language of watercolour on paper speaking out in an alternative voice to that of the faded photographs that Jan Vanriet works from. I am fascinated by the idea of the stain, and how we use written or verbal language to inflect meaning on something that could be simply a darkening or colouration by one thing impinging its material presence on another by means of a liquid transfer. But we are creatures of the external body, we are animals that worry about our insides and their watery, squidgy nature and whenever we see stains we are reminded of those bed stains of vomit or blood, of those times of first menstruation, wet beds, illness or death, when we don't know what is happening and feel besieged by unknown forces from inside us. This is the flip-side of those lovely watercolour landscapes of the Yorkshire Dales, this is the stained presence of bodies, the Turin Shroud of the bodyscape and the bits we don't really want to talk about. So once again I return to the body and its possibilities as stimuli for representation. 

Finally, even though I could go on to talk about several more drawings, I ought to mention Andrzej Jackowski's watercolour, charcoal, graphite and gouache drawing on buff textured Indian paper; 'Voyage 5'. I have had along time respect for Jackowski's work, first seeing his painting 'The Beekeeper's Son' in the Walker Art Gallery in Liverpool back in the early 1990s. 

Andrzej Jackowski: The Beekeeper's Son

Andrzej Jackowski: Voyage 5

Jackowski paints how i would like to be able to draw, his images appearing to emerge out of the picture plane as if from a dream and not just any dream, an archetypal one that as Jung pointed out we all need to belong to. The drawing in this exhibition feels much more about the way everyday moments drift into mythic ones. The father perhaps comforting the child because they have had to pack away Christmas, the empty box on the side a reminder that all the presents were opened and there will be no more until next year. The boy is an echo of the father, both established by a single line that divides them in half, a line that also helps form what might be the father's long coat and the boy's shorter one. But that Christmas tree is also something else, it is one of those images that slip between things, at one moment a burning tree and at another a stylised vulva, perhaps evoking the ancient belief that exposing one’s vulva could ward off evil and defeat the devil. Are we looking at a moment in a boy's passage towards maturity where the father inducts him into some sort of ritualised maleness? Is this an image of some sort of cultural shaping of gender? By being so simply drawn the man is reduced to an upright member, but is that an escape ladder behind the two figures, and if so what are they supposed to escape from? Jackowski titles his image 'Voyage 5', is this the voyage of life? Are these two setting out on a journey into manhood? The drawing allows us to develop a variety of suggested narratives, it triggers our innate ability to discover stories in ourselves and that is something I have always valued in Jackowski's images. 

If you go to the exhibition you will find the drawings broken down into several categories, 'Systems and Process', 'Identity', 'Place and Space', 'Time and Memory' as well as 'Power and Protest', enough categories to be of interest to most people. Barnsley is easy to get to by train from Leeds and the Cooper Art Gallery is only 5 minutes away from the station, it also has a good cafe and room enough to show a variety of other art work as well as a contemporary gallery space for exhibitions upstairs. 

See also: 
Drawing from old masters for further reflections on Glenn Brown's work
Cross contour drawing
Drawing water

Where stains and traces meet

Drawing and photography
The Cooper Gallery for details as to opening times etc. 
More on Hew Lock

An alternative review

I swear I saw this

'I swear I saw this' is the title of Michael Taussig's book of reflections on the use of fieldwork notebooks. Taussig is an anthropologist and like Tim Ingold, he has much to say about the role of drawing that is just as applicable to an artist, as to an anthropologist. In particular he unpicks that mix of observation and reflection that fills many people's drawing notebooks and gradually as he does so, he dives deeper and deeper into the process of thinking about thinking that many creative people do as they reflect back on experiences and how they effect them. 

A page spread from chapter 1

Chapter one begins with a description of an event that deeply effected Taussig, so much so that the entire book is shaped and driven by his trying to come to terms with this event. This is what he writes about the drawing set into the page spread above:

This is a drawing in my notebook of some people I saw lying down at the entrance to a freeway tunnel in Medellin in July 2006. There were even people lying in the pitch-black tunnel. It was 1.30 in the afternoon.

The sides of the freeway before you enter the tunnel are high there, like a canyon, and there is not much room between the cars and the clifflike walls. "Why do they choose this place?" I asked the driver. "Because it's warm in the tunnel," he replied. Medellin is the city of eternal spring, famous for its annual flower festival and entrepreneurial energy.

I saw a man and a woman. At least I think she was a woman and he was a man. And she was sewing the man into a white nylon bag, the sort of bag peasants use to hold potatoes or corn, tied over the back of a burro making its way doggedly to market. Craning my neck, I saw all this in the three seconds or less it took my taxi to speed past. I made a note in my notebook. Underneath in red pencil I later wrote:

I SWEAR I SAW THIS

Taussig then asks himself a question, 'What is the difference between seeing and believing?'

As he begins to write about the experience he opens out several issues about drawing and perception that intrigued me, in particular he begins to see a notebook as a sort of external mind, something that gives a physical shape to perception and its imaginative unfolding. At times he believes the notebook is like a magic fetish, something that has so much of him invested in it, that he has to be careful that it is not used against him. He sees the potential of the physical embodiment of his mind to be effected by means of shamanistic magic, in a similar way that voodoo magic works by affecting the mind of an individual through items that have been closely associated with them, such as a piece of old clothing or snips of hair or finger nails. 

Of course as I began reading his book, I began to see parallels between the way he thought about his anthropologist's notebooks and my own sketchbooks, things that I would also argue carry within them an externalised mind, or perhaps 'are' externalised physical minds. You could think of a notebook therefore as a type of crystallised or fossilised brain; each image or note within it a frozen memory of a thought. 

Taussig's issue though is how to unpick a moment of experience and how especially experiences that are highly emotionally charged, can be recorded. I think I know what he's getting at, but will have to explain the issues using a drawing of my own. 

Drawing made immediately after seeing an incident on a tube escalator in London

I was rushing to catch a train at Kings Cross and as I was going up one escalator on another one to my right there was an incident. A man began to topple backwards and someone behind him tried to hold him up. However he was too heavy and the person behind was also being pushed over backwards, this was leading to a calamity, as those behind were also now being knocked backwards by the weight of falling bodies. Then just as the whole thing seemed to be about to become a disaster, someone, it might have been my wife, was able to reach an emergency stop button and the escalator stopped and everyone was able to right themselves. In fact the first one up and marching straight on and out towards the station was the older man who had initially toppled backwards. Just as with Taussig, the incident took no more than a few seconds, but time seemed to freeze in the visual mind. There was something about the interrelationship between the man and the people that had tried to save him. Were they his relatives? He never thanked any one when he got to his feet and marched on, not even looking round, it seemed as if he was embarrassed. A suit wearer, he looked as if he was normally in control, but this incident had really fazed him. However I'm sure I heard someone call out 'dad' as he was falling. My mind hearing perhaps a sound I was tuned to hear as opposed to what had actually been shouted. There were three escalators, two side by side going up, which I supposed made sense as people find it hard to carry heavy bags up steps and one going down. That meant that in that brief moment there was a visual confusion, generated as a result of two sets of people going down, one due to the actual downwards momentum of people on the far right escalator and the other people on the central escalator, falling backwards, but at the same time being moved forwards. People on the down escalator were of course concerned with what was happening, but they were unable to do anything, except of course hit the emergency stop. The interaction of the people on my escalator, mirrored the one on the down escalator, we were all cast as spectators, and then all of us were thrown into unsteadiness as all the escalators suddenly stopped and we scrambled on our ways, looking backwards, as the people on the middle escalator also rushed to get back on track and the emergency services began to turn up. No one was I think badly hurt, some must have been bruised but that was not really the point. Taussig asked the question, 'What is the difference between seeing and believing?' The event I have just detailed was one I'm not actually sure I 'saw' as such. It was an event, an event that interlaced with other events, such as my journey to the station, and it sort of had a beginning and an end to it. But what did I see? The event began as I was not far from the bottom of the escalator, I believe I saw something that caught my eye as being an unusual movement ahead of me and to my right. I was of course always moving upwards, as my body was borne along by a rising escalator. But so was the escalator next to mine, so the event would have always been at the same distance from myself. However in my mind I see it getting ever closer, probably because as I 'understood' what was beginning to happen, I was anticipating lots of future events. As my mind ran through probabilities, most of which were centred on, will this effect me, it was also building up ideas of what was happening. Only gradually (and we are thinking seconds here) did my thoughts turn to how can I help? What action can I take? Then of course I, like I think a lot of other people, became aware that the emergency button needed pressing. But not until a few moments had passed, moments that seemed to go past very slowly. It was in that brief time that I decided that what had happened was that the older man, the father I had decided, was leading his family somewhere, somewhere that he was familiar with, and that he had lost concentration and footing as he had turned to his family to point something out. This being why the people behind him were so quickly trying to support him. However they were not used to handing a heavy body like his and were also agitated because they were aware of his fragile condition. (Another conjecture, but one that I'm sure I had at the time, belief being far more powerful in this situation than knowledge). All of this because I thought I heard the word 'dad'. 

However as the man unfurled himself, he acknowledged no one, not even those who had tried to help him, and he strode off, looking red faced and slightly distressed, but with no regard for anyone else. So what had I seen? 

Taussig's point is that even trained observers like him, are always having to contend with beliefs and it is beliefs that the mind uses as triggers for action, especially in relation to events that are fraction of a second encounters. 

His second point is that these beliefs, such as the one he was building up in response to seeing people in such a deeply affecting situation, are much more powerful than we tend to think. In his case the experience was shaping a book full of reflections on the implications. In my own case, I did begin to wonder if something very peculiar had been going on between the older man and those immediately behind him. Why wouldn't he thank them for trying to help him, what was he doing that demanded such as forceful march away from the incident, was his bearing that of a military man and did that have any significance? The mind is always looking for stories, for patterns that make sense of behaviour. 

I am supposed to be getting on with a series of drawings that explore interroception and a somatic understanding of our bodies, but like the perception of outside the body events, stories keep injecting themselves into the situation and I cant seem to avoid them. Perhaps the fact is that without stories my mind cant make sense of things and that everything I encounter can only be processed by my mind as a story of one sort or another. 

I first came across Michael Taussig when I read his 'Mimesis and Alterity', a book that made me for the first time become aware of how strange my own life was. It is only when you see your life reflected in the views of others that you can really understand how peculiar all the things you take for normal really are. This was not the main point of Taussig's text, which was centred on a meditation on mimesis but a feeling of alienation in relation to my own world gradually came over me as I looked through some of the images in the book. In the image below for instance, the tie drawn down the front of the man in the pith helmet, reminded me of my own life and the strange roles ties had played in that life at various times.

Mbari figures 

The Mbari figures above are not from Taussig's book, but as they are very similar, I have used them to illustrate the feeling of alienation I had that emerged from its reading. Our look, our actions and our environments must seem very strange to anyone from a different society; but within our own culture these are our norms and perhaps one of the roles that artists need to take is to be an alien, someone with insect eyes, three noses and five ears, as well as other organs of perception that operate outside 'normal' human sensibilities. Perhaps artists need to develop a way of thinking that reminds us that our everyday is for others a dangerous journey; that our reality is for some people a fantasy world, where things happen as if by magic and what we see as logical behaviour is regarded by others as insanity. 

See also:

Sketchbooks

Tim Ingold

Drawing it all together

How to pay attention

Chuck Close

Chuck Close

If anyone knew how to maintain his attention span it was Chuck Close, who has just packed up his studio forever. 

Chuck Close said, “Inspiration is for amateurs – the rest of us just show up and get to work.” He was right and perhaps one of the most important issues is that the more time invested in working, the more time is invested in keeping your attention focused. Like anything else you build up your muscles by using them, so the more time spent working and trying to pay attention to what you are doing, the more practiced you will become at spotting what works and what doesn't. 

One of the hardest things to do as an artist is to pay attention to what you are doing. Too often you think you are doing one thing and in reality you are doing something different. You need to be very aware of what's happening as it happens, be this as a drawing emerges from the surface of a sheet of paper, as the forms unfold from the sculptural work you are doing or how sequences restructure themselves during the editing of a piece of film. 

It is about watching for what is becoming important and not about always keeping an eye on the constant control needed to ensure the work is done. However, yes, you do need to keep an eye on that control, or the work will never get done but the important moments that emerge as the work evolves, are those that will give it 'duende', that heightened state of expression or authenticity, those moments that if you do not follow them as they emerge, will be lost in the 'finishing' of the work. 

However you cant keep a heightened state of attention going for more than a few moments at a time, so certain devices can be used to enable you to 're-look at' or 're-see' what you have been doing. 

One of the oldest is to have a large mirror in the studio. Simply by looking at your work in reverse you get to see it again. What was familiar can now become strange, your work's dopplegänger, and in that otherness you can often find alternative meanings or opportunities that you had not thought of before.

Squinting your eyes up, so that the work goes in and out of focus, is a useful exercise as it can allow you to assess which elements are becoming more or less dominant, it also allows you to assess overall impact and pulls you away from obsessing about details. This is usually coupled with walking backwards and forwards and getting to see the work up close and far away, which will allow you to also think about how the work will be encountered by an audience.

Adjusting the light in the room or taking the work outside can get you to rethink colour values and to think more about tonal range. 

A lot of artists will turn work to the wall or simply not look at something for a while, so that when they do eventually get back to it, they return with fresh eyes. Even a short break, a walk outside or undertaking a totally different activity, can be beneficial.  

The studio critique is of course the traditional art school way of getting a chance to re-see a piece of work and it is a real learning curve to see how others spot something in what you are doing that was previously invisible. Another method related to this, is to see if you can approach your work as if you are standing in someone else's shoes. 

Having the sort of attention that can spot what is becoming important is perhaps what singles out the significant artist from the everyday artist. It is that capacity to constantly surprise yourself that you need to cultivate, but that also means letting go of ideas like trying to find a personal style or way of working, because a personal style can simply mean that you are no longer searching, but believe you have found what you were looking for. The more you are lost in the finding of the work, the more it will have an authenticity and in that you will find true 'style'. 

Think of the early hunters stalking prey. They would have to be fully attentive to every sense if they were going to be successful and success or failure was of course a matter of life or death. 

Try to engage with mindfulness, which is simply about focusing completely on what you’re doing; as well as slowing down, and observing all of the physical and emotional sensations you are experiencing in that moment. Being open and allowing sensations to arise rather than needing to be in control all the time is an important aspect of mindfulness, and paradoxically as you let go of control, somehow you find yourself being far more aware of what is going on and therefore more in control.

This type of advice isn't new, this extract from a 1928 letter to Jackson Pollock from his father gives similar counsel:

'Well Jack I was glad to learn how you felt about your summer’s work & your coming school year. The secret of success is concentrating interest in life, interest in sports and good times, interest in your studies, interest in your fellow students, interest in the small things of nature, insects, birds, flowers, leaves, etc. In other words to be fully awake to everything about you & the more you learn the more you can appreciate & get a full measure of joy & happiness out of life.'

In 'Some Rules for Students and Teachers' first of all set out by Sister Corita Kent and then adopted by John Cage, there are are some other important messages for both staff and students of art, again one of the most important is the advice to keep working. The more you work, the more you will learn to see.

However it's not all about work. Sometimes we need to redirect our attention in order to notice interesting things, especially those that we weren't even looking for. For instance if you pick a colour, lets say red and begin by looking for the range or variety of reds encountered you will eventually begin to spot peculiar relationships, strange colour combinations or things that are red that shouldn't be. By looking for the same thing, you begin to spot differences. Another way of approaching this is to “see something new” every day in something that is so familiar that you don't look at it any more. For example a stretch of the street walked every day, that corner shop you visit constantly, a draw in the kitchen you take things from at every mealtime, the pair of shoes you have been wearing everyday this last three months. Examine whatever it is forensically, begin in one corner and move along carefully until you find something you hadn't noticed before. Then record what you have found, (draw it, model it, write about it or photograph it) and once you have recorded something, get on with something else, but don't forget to set yourself the same exercise the next day. Gradually you will begin to discover a new universe. One tip I will give you is to keep changing the direction of your gaze, look up or look down and stop glancing, become systematically directional. As you begin to collect things noticed, begin to think about the connections between them, why have all of these things been found in the same place? What story are you unearthing, how does it begin and where might it be going? 

Finally, don't forget that it is in noticing what everyone else has missed and you highlighting it through your work, that will make people sit up and take notice of you. 

Coda

Since writing this post I have looked at a few Chuck Close obituaries (see) and found out that in later life he was accused of misogynistic behaviour. He was also I understand suffering from dementia and of course he spent most of the latter part of his life in a wheelchair. I think it is important to not hide these things, especially in the case of his misogyny as it helps reveal the extent of problems with sexual harassment and assault on women by showing how many people have experienced these events, how many unexpected perpetrators there are and in how many often unexpected situations. On the other hand I have decided to still show his work and comment on his methods of art making, as he took an approach that was influential to many and which asked questions about our relationship with photographs, which still remain valid. 

See also:

Iterative drawing

Drawing and mindfulness part one