Impossible Hopes Of Sisyphus Composition

A rubbish day of nothingness yesterday but I did manage to add social-media link 'previews' to my websites. My father arrived back from hospital. My mother is adjusting to becoming a full time carer.

Today, a full day's work on the Sisyphus painting, refining the outlines and adding more. The 1/3rd scale drawing was really useful for working things out. Another little job was woodwork, expanding two of my drying rack arms to permit much larger paintings, so another aid to painting large. I like this scale.

The next three days will be hectic with trips, so no free time until Thursday, which is set for lightning storms. I expect I'll need that day to rest.

Anti Digital Counter Culture

Listening to Stuart Lee's Radio 4 programme about Counter Culture. Thought it odd that he didn't comment on populist politicians being the modern rebels against the mainstream. I digress.

Stuart said that he hated the internet, and I thought yes I do too! - yet I have social media accounts, many websites which I use actively and enjoyably as an archive of my life, and I browse news and check my emails regularly. I hate computers, but love my computer too, it's the first thing I switch on every day. I use my software Prometheus to create music, even though it steals away some humanity from the result. I use digital photography and image processing tools to create my art, even though they steal expression too. What do I dislike? The easiness perhaps. Perhaps I remain embittered at the theft of so much of my life to those things, my decades of sole computer focus, my years wasted on making games (and a good many hours playing them).

Yet, does this mean I love the non-computer aspects of life and art? Not especially. Perhaps the digital world was appealing because it felt better than the real world.

Could I make music non-digitally now? I'd have to buy a tape machine, I expect, but I expect that I'd want or need a multi-track machine, and a mixing desk. Perhaps those things are already a bit 'digital', a bit easy and computerised, a bit controlled and artificial. Perhaps the only pure and organic way to create music would be play live and record the result in one take, or better still play to a live audience alone. Would this feel more satisfying? Perhaps, perhaps not. The music's record as a memory would be transient. The goal of life is resilience, and computers give us better informational resilience. Some aspects of the internet are not resilient, but some things are more resilient by being online. Computers and the internet are hard to ignore today. So much of daily use, official use, demands it. I had to pay £4 extra for real paper train ticket because I don't have or want a smart phone.

In painting I could paint from life. Ignore scanning my drawings, digital photographs, 3D graphics, AI tools. I could make clay models, as I do, and paint exclusively from those, or from my mind's eye. Would electric light be acceptable? Would the Amish of art paint by candle light? These pure results might be better for being more self-expressive, and occasionally I improvise paintings in similar ways, although I often use 2D reference material, like the portrait of Telly Savalas. I tend to be unhappy with the muddy results. These sometimes form a template for a new painting with clearer source material, as in the first Fly In Amber painting, as in the Sappho painting, and so the cycle begins again.

Ultimately, I use technological tools as any other tool: to make a better quality result. Without the internet or computers I'd probably find other aspects of 'real life' I'd dislike. There's a lot of technological interference in a lot of the music and art I like, but it must be a balance decided upon by the artist. Music from the 1950s to today hugely differed in tone by decade primarily due to technology. The muddy mid-range clang of the 1950s. The 'clean' low bass sound of the 1980s. The compressed and constantly loud sound of the 2000s. Perhaps now, we have control over this. We can sound like the 1960s-era Beatles if we want, but few, if any, artists do. Thousands strive to copy their song writing, none strive to have the same limited gamut of tone. We all want to sound like the future. If there are Amish artists, the key question isn't how but what do they depict? Perhaps both how and what have always been inextricably linked.

Impossible Hopes Of Sisyphus Begins

Work yesterday and today on 'The Impossible Hopes Of Sisyphus'. This was to be a small painting, a mere 40x30cm or less, as I thought the idea slight, but when working on it started to like the idea and saw more of an epic scale, so it's become one of my largest paintings at 109cm wide.

Due to the scale, I've used an involved and time consuming process of scaling up the 4cm idea sketch to a 1/3rd mock-up, then scaling that up using lots of A4 tracing sheets to the final drawing size, actually on the verso of the Lyceum Centenary painting from 2011.

There are numerous figures, each a different time snapshot of eternity. The visual themes are the boulders and scythes, for death and time (Kronos). The painting is ultimately about stoicism and the Sisyphean existentialism, the emotion melancholic, grave, accepting the eternity of work.

Live Music Settings Day 2, Solar Eclipse

A full and good day. Completed the admin of the 5 Fall in Green albums, noting live settings for each track. Then printed and practiced the new music for the Morecambe show, and developed a few new instruments. Then got to work on my albums, which also took a while. I remember performing quite a few We Robot tracks, and some A Drive Through The Town, and Secret Electric Sorcery! All in all, quite a few tracks needed noting, and I designed a few new MODX sounds for future live events (if there ever are any).

I made a crude eclipse viewer box for tonight's 90% eclipse. The results were rather poor, but I managed to glimpse the sun. The best shot was pointing my camera directly at it with minimum lighting settings (1/4000sec, F25, ISO100).

Websites still being set up. The new cornutopia.net, my first test site, is live!

Frame Photography, Live Music Admin

Started by photographing the newly framed paintings, plus singing practice. This took all morning. Then work on the Morecambe performance. I had hoped to rehearse, but 3 or 4 pieces haven't been performed live so I don't have the sheet music or know which instruments to use. Until now, I've recorded instrumentation and settings for each song we perform in the script, the set-list, for the show, but it's been a year since our last show, and I didn't, by chance, note those settings then, perhaps because they were relatively trivial and all on the MODX (no multiple keyboards).

Still, this was a wake-up call. It makes much more sense to store live performance information with each album, not with each performance event. We performed some tracks live many times, Janus Never Blinks, for example, and often used different instruments per performance, the P105 piano and a tubular bell first, and sometimes the little RefaceDX, but now the MODX almost exclusively; but what if we need to perform it again and need to see how we did it last time? It's a matter of looking through countless scripts of previous shows, and finding the best one for the equipment we'll be using this time. This takes far longer than finding the album. So I've made new 'live' text files for each album and will list there how we perform each track.

This though will take days of work, because it means going through 100 shows or so, every performance to get this exact data. I'll also update the MODX program names. All Fall in Green instruments begin 'FIG' but I have custom instruments used on recordings that it's best I keep too, and sometimes different ones for live (these may have splits or layers, or samples). I think I'll name my live instruments 'MAS' too.

Lots of admin, but it should speed things up for future live shows.

Failures and Victories, The Blood Of Winter and Kafka Frames

An awful day of drab failure yesterday. I'd hoped to use my router table to cut new channels in wood for the 'Punishment Of The Sun' frame, but at first my mother didn't want to help; no work on Sunday is her motto. The cutting was better than the disastrous first attempt, but still a failure, the wood rose up and was chewed. The machine was noisy and messy. The results would perhaps be improved with work and more modifications. I like making my own things, I like 'reinventing wheels', but my mother insisted that I stop, that she would pay for custom-cut wood from a local timber yard.

I updated my frame calculator software, but most of the day was wasted, a day of plans abandoned. There were also food problems. My breakfast was uncooked due to some sort of microwave failure, and the other meals failed too, in odd ways. In the evening, problems with my father's illness kept us awake and I barely slept. He spent the night in hospital.

Yet, today was a transformation. I ordered the wood and it was cheaper than I expected. We visited my father, who seemed to be doing ok. Perhaps this incident will lead to a revised care plan for him. I returned home to frame 'The Blood Of Winter', and the Kafka painting, both worked well. The hosting issues about my websites and domains seem to be resolving after nearly a week of waiting. I bought train tickets for the Stockport art collection, a mere £2.50 per trip, less than a bus ride. I ordered some Ethyl Alcohol to make wood stain, and this too was a bargain price (I expect the price of these chemicals will go up due to the issues around the Strait of Hormuz). And I worked out the dates and possible entries for several open competitions. A good day.

Deborah has been wonderful, too.

Surrealism and Magical Realism

I paint ideas and feelings. From the beginning, my paintings were compared to surrealism, and this term is familiar to the general public as a certain type of painting, a fantastical, dream-like and eccentric image. For the reason of succinct description I don’t object to my work being described as surrealist, but I don’t adhere to or care about the principles of that 1930s group. For me, I’m trying to represent the maximum gamut of feeling and concept.

Another related term is Magical Realism. The principle difference between the two is that surrealism is supposed to depict the unfiltered unconscious of the artist, although to many adherents of surrealism, including its founders, surrealism is not an art form but a tool of mental change which can be used to drive social change. Surrealism was almost a form of therapy, but initially a form of experimentation upon the mind without an external outcome, it was an internal examination.

Magical realism, on the other hand, is an art genre which includes imaginative elements. Surrealism is supposed to contain only unconsidered, unfiltered, unconscious output. To some extent, surrealism is designed to be unfathomable and enigmatic. Magical realism creates a realistic and possible world with elements which may be fantastical or beyond normal experience. Magical realism can be, perhaps should be, created consciously and understood by the viewer or reader, taken as normal. Its imaginative tools are used to create an emotional and intellectual effect; reality is pushed into the fantastic to enhance a narrative, to make a point. In this respect, perhaps all literature could be seen as a form magical realism with more or less magic, more or less fantasy, as all literature is an abstraction of actual reality. Actual reality, in all its wonder, can’t ever be portrayed in full by an artwork; the artist must abstract, parody, enhance and bend reality in ways subtle and otherwise to make a point, and light an emotion.

What makes magical realism magic is that it contains fantastical elements, so its reality tends to be bent substantially. H. G. Wells ‘The Invisible Man’ is not generally considered to be magical realism, although one could argue for its case, it’s more fantastical than a Charles Dickens work. A similar case can be made for fairytales or works of fantasy. For me, these labels may be useful for some form of genre categorisation, but there is another simpler metric, one from mundane reality, stretching to a strange reality of fantastical imagination, and that is all.

The unconscious is a problematical concept altogether which I explore in more depth in my book ‘21st Century Surrealism’. Setting that analysis aside we will consider the unconscious in the most commonly accepted way as a pile of ‘hidden thoughts’ which can impose themselves on our conscious minds. There is undoubtedly a constant dialogue between what is conscious and what is unconscious, and any creative act involves both of these factions of mind. We cannot say for certain that an idea is wholly conscious or wholly unconscious, a thought is a thought, and when a thought used to generate idea in a creative context, the origin of the idea becomes moot. It’s quite possible for a genuine and trained surrealist to output a stream of consciousness pile of words, and for a second magical realist artist to create the same words. The effect of a fantastical scene upon a viewer or reader would be the same whether the source was conscious or unconscious, or a mix of the two. This, more than any reasoning, explodes the boundary between art genres.

It is the job of an artist to communicate an idea, to communicate a meaning and feeling, and any and all tools are valid. A random act, like an ink-blot, an act by a machine, can do this; so the source of the information, the method of creation, is not important.

Reality, non-fiction, biography and autobiography, realistic fiction, crime fiction, fairytale, science fiction, fantasy, magical realism and surrealism. These labels may help a bookshop or critic, but it’s perhaps more rational to rate a work on a scale of tedious and ‘real’ to extraordinary, creative, different from the norm. It is the latter to which all artists aspire, but we can only go so far, or the result is randomness, nonsense. Science fiction uses tropes to build a structures which ground the educated reader in the mechanics of the world, and for more complex and creative works, these are needed as mental scaffolding to inform the reader, or viewer of art. The job of artist is communication, not mere expression. It is for this reason that fantasy is always, to some degree, grounded in reality. In nonsense, only those patterns of reality we see, become art; only a bad artist would consider those random encounters art. The task of the artist is to touch a known reality in new ways.

Woodwork, Routing

Woodwork today. Started by making up an extendable hole-part for my drying rack system. These have a 15mm wide bit of wood in the middle, so to fix this to the holey 'ends' I thought I'd try my router-table-guide-thing I made last year to cut out a 15mm slot. It had a few problems. Firstly the 120mm bolts in the guide were not long enough to set correctly. The results were not great, and for the second recess I sawed by hand. The final drying rack part looked messy, but it was accurate and straight, so good enough for a drying rack, and all made from recycled scraps.

Then I bought full wood lengths for the 'Punishment Of The Sun' frame, a proper test of the router table. Alas I had no wood of this size to test, I'd have to test it on the actual wood. First I fitted longer bolts, some spare I'd made for my defunct painting carrying racks. I needed to cut a 10mm recess so thought I'd use a 16mm bit, reasoning that using the 'edge' of this would make the cut cleaner somehow. I positioned the guide so that the router cuts 'away' rather than towards the wood as I feed it... I thought that it might split if cutting towards... but the results were disastrous!

The wood was pulled away, the bit acting like a roller to pull it through. It pulled so violently that it ripped some of the guide wheels off my table, these were only glued, but should have been screwed too! I re-fitted them and screwed them. Tomorrow I'll try again, this time I'll use a 12mm bit, and make it cut towards the push direction.