Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Eight


The first was drawn two days ago; the other seven were done yesterday in rapid succession. But the time traveled and the distance involved is another matter entirely. Childhood, departed friends and family members, the restlessness of the unborn — call it therapy, if you like, or call it art; to me it feels like song.

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17 comments:

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

I simply think William, these are both, therapy and art at the same time..

love this serie it is really so expressive

jasmin said...

William, deine Zeichnungen, Gedanken zu dieser Arbeit, ich denke beides ist so voneinander abhängig, die Kunst ist eine Therapie, und die Therapie ist eine große Kunst,
liebe Grüße Jasmin

Stickup Artist said...

For me, all art is therapy whether making it or enjoying the fruits of others' talent. How we project our own meaning onto the world and process it all within to be able to live in it successfully and with some peace and joy. I like the technique you have developed. It is very personal and unique, ethereal. Once something and the next moment something entirely different. In a continual state of becoming. Like a soft cloud changing is shape while moving dreamily across a vast sky...

RUDHI - Chance said...

Art is therapy for the sick, and a song for the lyricals I mean...

William Michaelian said...

About all I can add is that the pleasure and pain involved in making them amounts to a cure, which contains just enough poison to start the cycle anew.

Thank you, Laura. I agree: let it be both.

Jasmin, thank you. It’s true: the drawings are thought made visible.

Stickup Artist, your observation holds true, I think, for art that is also disturbing, challenging, upsetting. About the technique: I doubt anyone could copy it — not that they would want to. That said, there’s no way I could go back and recreate it myself. I look at some of the earlier drawings and wonder how I did them; there’s no way my hand and mind could repeat the process. To me it’s all very intriguing. As a body of work, and I use the term loosely, I think most people don’t quite know what to make of it. I know I don’t. That’s one thing I like about it.

Rudhi, the fact is, as humans we all share the same illness, and that is something to sing about!

Transcend Designs said...

Great stuff William!
and it is therapy...
when it's done it's art,
but it truly is all about the 'doing' of it...

we all need to make time to do this somehow...

Be well my friend!

Brad

William Michaelian said...

Thank, Brad. And my best to you.

If it is art, then part of what makes it so is that it also helps keep the urge to create alive in others. And that is exactly the way I feel after visiting your blog, and Laura’s, and Rudhi’s, and Jasmin’s, and Stickup Artist’s....

Woman in a Window said...

I hope for you, a sweet melody, happy endings, all that which makes art's face twist a bit, but which I wish for you, nonetheless.

xo
erin

Wine and Words said...

I drew my face
with the lesser hand
in concentrated focus
of the warbled lines

there never was
a more laborious exercise
nor one
as revealing

William Michaelian said...

...and Erin’s, and Annie’s...

It’s a good wish, Erin.

Annie: or as easy.

Bitch said...

For you it is a song and for the
rest of us it is art!

Hugs,
Monika

Stream Source said...

Now I know who this work reminds me of... Frederick Franck. I don't know much about the art world, in an academic sense.... but of those artists who have crossed my narrow path, Franck is a favorite.

He said something that caused a shift within me, it was, "I know artists whose medium is life itself, and who express the inexpressible without brush, pencil. chisel, or guitar. They neither paint nor dance. Their medium is being. Whatever their hand touches has increased life. They see and don't have to draw. They are the artists of being alive."

I recently put my hands to clay, but my highest aspiration is to experience the art of being alive - to fully embrace all of it until I expand beyond the binding of the flesh.

~

Jean Spitzer said...

What a perfect description.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Monika! Whatever it is, it is, no matter what we call it.

Donna: To be sure, and I have said it many times, living is the one true art. But even aspiring to that experience assumes an obstacle that perhaps isn’t really there, and in the process we identify with the struggle to overcome. But let's not get tangled in words. There is, or can be, art in everything we do. The trouble comes when we say art is here, beauty is there, ugliness is over there, work is here, play is there, and so on, and then proceed blindly on through habit, smashing bugs, teaching our children to believe all sorts of horrible things about themselves and to pursue things not at all in keeping with their natural talents and temperaments. And then we weep to see the messes we have made and the cycle repeats itself. But it doesn’t take courage to stop. What is required is that we feel a sense of urgency. Our lives are over in an instant. The time to live is now.

Jean, thanks very much.

Stream Source said...

It seems to me that only death can rob us of aspiration...or would that be 'inspiration'?

Then again, perhaps, nirvana can kiss all those words away.

William Michaelian said...

Aspiration, inspiration, even perspiration.

Thank you, Donna. Your Wabi-Sabi souls are a wonderful record of your journey.

Stream Source said...

Thanks for that, but I think the grey hair and deepening lines on my face say it all.

Delighted to have found your inspired work...

Be well ~