Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Japan's Most Famous Artist You've Never Heard of: Katsushika Hokusai


 

The Great Artist Himself

Fairly recently, I saw some great art at the British Museum in London.  Most of you have heard of the place, home to the Elgin Marble (which the Greeks are still trying to get back), the Rosetta Stone and other antiquities without number.  Always a delightful surprise to tap into their ever-changing displays. Nice pub across the street too.  Of course it’s called The Museum Pub.  Originality runs rampant! 

 

Recently, the museum’s featured exhibit was a renowned Japanese woodblock artist. Ever heard of The Great Wave off Kanagawa? The name has so many variations:  The Great Wave of Kanagawa, The Great Wave, and simply The Wave.  Truly one of the most well known works of art, and especially Japanese art.  See the photo above.  Recognize it? What’d I tell you? But do you know where Kanagawa is?  Oh, what gaps in your knowledge.  AND the answer is:  The open water in front of Yokohama and melds into Tokyo bay.

 

Back to the famous art known around the world. Oh, yeah, now you recognize the crashing wave!  But do you know the artist and his unusual story?

 

At this point, most bios flood you with a deluge of where the artist was born, what he did as a child, who his parents were, etc., all part of a gusher that makes you shut down your mind and turn the book into a Frisbee.  I shan’t do that.  Nay, nay!  Let’s stick with cocktail chat.

 

Katsushika Hokusai was an artist’s artist and so oddly amazing I have to reign myself in.  But, never fear, I’ll give you enough of a taste to make you beg for just one more sip.  

 

I ask my three faithful readers, all of whom usually start in at breakfast, to hold off on that second and third martini for just a little while.

 

To begin with, nobody knows exactly when and where Hokusai was born, but 1790 is a good guess.  And by the way, the Japanese language doesn’t put emphasis on any one syllable, so his name is pronounced HOK-SIGH, in one breath.

 

Even though the dates are not exact, he was born and he painted during the Edo era, also called the Tokugawa Period, 1603-1867.  But, why the hell is that important??? At the time, Japan was run as a dictatorship, that for the most part sealed the nation off from the rest of the world.  And here comes the art part:  It was a period of emphasis of home grown art, a time when Kabuki theater, Haiku poetry, and woodblock printing (Ukiyo-e) flourished, and much of Hokusai’s art was done in woodblock.  In fact, The Great Wave was printed over 8000 times.  The Woodblock method grew into printed books.  Hokusai’s woodblock art on view at the British Museum was taken from a book that was never published.  Let's look at a few examples also from that unpublished book.








The Japanese are artists and poets to their very soul. Ukiyo-e (OO-KEY-YO-E) means pictures of the floating world, or sorrowful world, or life that has an ending.  In Hokusai’s day, Ukiyo-e encompassed everything from flowers to steamy erotica. A word about Japanese erotica.  Unlike the porn of today, it has style and grace and although the body parts are there, so is the passion, a story that makes you notice the looks on the faces, the circumstances and the astounding pleasure.

 

I’ve set the stage.  Now let’s look more closely into the life of this fascinating artist, with a blast of information.

 

As a young man, he worked under a handful of mentors and some chased him away because of his originality that conflicted with the accustomed patterns of the day.

 

It’s said he did over 30,000 pieces (not all woodblock) in his life.

 

He changed his name every time he embraced a new style. Hokusai means North Studio.

 

He was married twice and outlived both his wives.  Lots of kids and grandkids.

 

Hokusai didn’t like to clean his studio, so instead, when his workplace became too cluttered and dusty, he moved.  Over the years, he moved 93 times!

 

Talk about dedication to his art, Hokusai worked from dawn to dusk, everyday. And although he created 30,000 pieces of art, a fire destroyed much of his work.

 

A most peculiar superstition:  He began each morning by drawing a Chinese dragon on a piece of paper and then tossing it out the window to ward off evil spirits.

 

His most famous work, The Big Wave, was part of a larger work called 36 Views of Mount Fuji (1830-1832).  Here's another Mount Fuji from the same work, this one almost as famous as the wave.



Always striving for perfection, Hokusai had a very long term plan to get there.  He described exactly how far he would come at 70, 80, 90, and 100 years old.  Sadly, he only made it to 90 (we guess) at his death in 1849.

 

The inscription on his tombstone translates to, Old Man Mad About Painting.  But, the story doesn’t end there.

 

With the end of the Edo period, Japan began to open its doors and Japanese art almost immediately exerted a strong influence on European art, and in particular the Impressionist painters, as well as other painters of the time.  Look at Van Gogh’s cherry blossom branch for one, and  the walls in Monet’s home in Giverny  that are covered with Japanese woodblock art.  It didn’t stop there, but raced into the 20th and 21st centuries. 


Vincent Van Gogh

 
Woman Bathing, by Mary Cassatt

The Japanese Style Bridge at Giverny, by Claude Monet


I’d write more, but my three faithful readers….well, you can guess they are itching to look more closely at some Japanese erotica. Just for the sake of art. 





 

 

 

 

Monday, February 24, 2020

Amelia Island: 2020 Quilts by the Sea

Amelia Island: 2020 Quilts by the Sea



To tell the truth (as I almost always do), I was not familiar with quilting, other than memories of my grandmother’s threadbare and faded coverings that warmed me in the chill mornings on the farm, with snow so deep the horses had to be lifted by elevator to the hayloft and even we tiny children drank Jim Beam for breakfast to keep our blood from freezing.

No, that’s not true.  It was Johnny Walker.

But, of course quilting goes back even farther than my ancient memories.  As my young sons would ask, “Geez, Dad, back before cell phones?”

Yes.  Matter of fact, quilting can be traced back (by those even older than I) to Egypt at the time of the Pharaohs, and in the U.S. back to the Pilgrims, which we all know was even before video games.

As you might guess, quilting began as a necessity for bedding and warmth.  Simply put, quilting is hand-stitched patches of ragged cloth, with padding in between.  

In modern times, quilts are mostly machine made, but that doesn’t mean the old customs and crafts have passed on to the great beyond.  In fact, quilting is quite popular today, but gone are the ragged pieces of cloth.  Quilting has become a vibrant art form, the realm of super talented (and very patient) people, whose art has taken flight to ridiculous heights of ingenuity, design, color and construction.

At this year’s 2020 Quilts By the Sea, sponsored by the Amelia Island Quilt Guild, I saw stitched fabrics that rival, in texture and technique and sheer beauty, the art hanging on the walls of the finest painting galleries.

Interested in quilting, even beginning quilting?  Here’s where to start:

But, to talk and tell is not to see!  And you need to see.  So, I will step aside and do my best to show you the wondrous world  and art of modern quilting.

Best in Show!  Wind Beneath My Wings by Janet Sebastian, JB McCrary, and quilted by Sue Daurio





My personal favorite by Mary Williams.



The artist with her masterpiece.

Another favorite:


Favorites, yes, but all the quilts were magnificent!






Angel make from a book!  Pages folded to form the skirt and wings.



Can you even imagine the needlework this took???


Even at close inspection, this cloth quilt appears to be be made from tiles!







An apron made from a shirt!













First time quilter?  Classes and conversation offered!

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Trees and Dreams in the Fog, PART II



Trees and Dreams in the Fog, PART II

My advice:  Always carry a camera.  Ok, so you’re not a photography nut and think photos are best kept to special occasions, with everybody staring wide-eyed, usually sitting and looking up at the camera.  Yeah, just as interesting as always having vanilla pudding for dessert.

How about the time you saw your young son or daughter sniffing the first flower?  Or your yard has a Fall coat of colorful leaves?  And one of my favs, fog.  Take some candids of those around you, some close-ups of your roses, or your kitchen triumph.  Except for landscapes, rely on ‘the closer the better.’

No, not going to turn you into a photographer, but beware of Cartier-Bresson’s watchwords:  Take the shot or lose it forever.  And don’t lose those precious moments at home or with friends. 

And another thing….isn’t there always!....You don’t need anything more than a cell phone or a pocket camera to catch those shots.  I shoot mostly with a Sony RX 100.  Fits in my pants pocket.

But, enough about you. Let’s get back to another array of black and white photos of my relationship with trees and the fog.