Wednesday, May 15, 2024

The observer

I am retired physician and I am a self taught  artist.  I am  also autistic, and I have been described as a  savant, polymath, Renaissance man, or some say, genius.   My universe changed  forever when I diagnosed because  I finally understood my disjointed life.    Autistic / neurodivergent people typically  can not  read body language  or  faces.  I often feel blind.    So instead, I became the observer, and I make note of what I  see as I watch people.  The awkwardness is bewildering as my ego continual bruised.  The irony is when I was practicing medicine, my patients felt I was the only doctor, who listened, who cared, and authentic  doctor they ever met.    What Irony!  A classical ancient Greek mythological dilemma: to be given a gift  from the "gods" that triggers catastrophe. Cassandra, Midas, and Icarus  come to mind.  In another way, it is the world of  Franz Kafka,  who once said (paraphrased). "I did not know life was a costume party, where everyone else is dressed up, and I showed my real self."       

 I  rarely look people in the eye or rarely read body language well.  What am I supposed to see?  Anything? 

 My art is focused on human interactions,  psychology and the inner self.   I concentrate on the source material and  I am able to paint intense emotion.  Mythology is my muse and I find images to paint my figures.  I am influenced by Joseph Campbell and his books, The Hero of a Thousand Faces and The Power of Myth.  The archetypes of  the Hero,  the Master / Teacher come to mind as the hero must go on the adventure to save themselves and others.  The clothes, rituals,  and social groupings change, but the story  remains the same.   Homo sapiens sapiens  live by  their biology:   sexual conquest, lust for  of power,  and  the accumulation of  wealth. These  needs are alive and well as  described in  any online newspaper, broadcaster, social media "influencer" or a town crier.  But now, information can be sent across the  universe in less than a  second vs a town crier that can  take days, weeks, months,  years, or never.    

Per Schopenhauer: "Someone who has talent can hit a target that no one can hit.  A genius is someone who can hit a target that no one else can see!" I create works of art that strive to fulfill my thoughts, experiences, and the emotions expressed by others and  my self.  If  my works of art truly  are  those created by a genius, so they are.  One of my teachers,  Sherry Camhy,  of the Art Student League of NYC, quotes Harold Steed "When what can be taught is in perfect harmony with  what can not be taught, is when  a work of art can  be made."  That is my  modus operandi.

Game On: acrylic on canvas11x 14 x1 inches. The challenge of the privilege to the less so... A friendly game of... Fall 2022


 

The Tragic Gift; archetypical situation. Acrylic on canvas. 16 x 20 x 1, Spring 2023

 


Aldonza. March 2024. Oil on canvas, 16 x 12 inch canvas. The sceptical woman of the world, people...


A father's counsel; oil on canvas 26 x 30. December 2023, a more subtle subject requiring restraint, yet expressive.


 

On View,  at Blue Mountain Gallery 547 W 27th street,  New York, NY until 8/24, 2024

Susan, a portrait from Fall of 2023, first oil painting that I feel was a true preliminary mastery of the medium, 20 x 16 inches. oil on canvas

 



This painting is entitled Clytemnestra: The Furies. Its orgin is from the Greek Myths. Let us say the Furies emerge in vengence of a woman scorned.

 


Rava Revisited

 



Introduction and first work:  I am a self taught Autistic Artist.  This was one of my first  outstanding works I painted. It is acrylic work of art, 14 inches high. 11 inches wide.  Painted in fall of 2022, one of four painted of the same model with slightly different poses.

This is Fragility Diffraction.  Four women who look appear "normal" are in reality are not.    They  are facing  or faced signific...