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December 21st, 2016

An Artist’s Life Manifesto: Marina Abramović’s Rules of Life, Solitude, and Silence

 

Abramović writes:

AN ARTIST’S CONDUCT IN HIS LIFE:

An artist should not lie to himself or others
An artist should not steal ideas from other artists
An artist should not compromise for himself or in regards to the art market
An artist should not kill other human beings
An artist should not make himself into an idol…
An artist should avoid falling in love with another artist

AN ARTIST’S RELATION TO SILENCE:

An artist has to understand silence
An artist has to create a space for silence to enter his work
Silence is like an island in the middle of a turbulent ocean

AN ARTIST’S RELATION TO SOLITUDE:

An artist must make time for the long periods of solitude
Solitude is extremely important
Away from home,
Away from the studio,
Away from family,
Away from friends
An artist should stay for long periods of time at waterfalls
An artist should stay for long periods of time at exploding volcanoes
An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at fast-running rivers
An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at the horizon where the ocean and sky meet
An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at the stars in the night sky

During our recent public conversation in San Francisco, Abramović shared three more life-rules she borrowed from her dear friends Lou Reed and Laurie Anderson:

1. Have a good bullshit detector.
2. Fear nothing and no one.
3. Be tender.

My Favorite Painter Joan Mitchell!
Sunday, October 12, 2014
By Lisa Gizara
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“When I was sick they moved me to a room with a window and suddenly through the window I saw two fir trees in a park, and the grey sky, and the beautiful grey rain, and I was so happy. It has something to do with being alive. I could see the pine trees, and I felt I could paint. If I could see them, I felt I would paint a painting.” — Joan Mitchell

In 1950s New York, Joan Mitchell was a lively, argumentative member of the famed Cedar Bar crowd, alongside Franz Kline, Willem de Kooning, and other notable first- and second-generation Abstract Expressionist painters. Based on landscape imagery and flowers, her large-scale paintings investigate the potential of big, aggressive brushstrokes and vivid color to convey emotion. "I try to eliminate clichés, extraneous material," she once said. "I try to make it exact. My painting is not an allegory or a story. It is more like a poem." Mitchell, who moved to France in 1959, has had numerous museum exhibitions, and examples of her work hang in nearly all the important public collections of modern art.

One of the most enduringly successful Abstract Expressionists, and probably the most famous woman associated with the New York School, Joan Mitchell stood apart from her contemporaries for more reasons than just her fiery personality. While artists like Jackson Pollock and Franz Kline were exploring an abstraction founded purely in gesture and the human psyche, Mitchell based her paintings on nature, translating it physically and emotionally through her vigorous and lively, though never haphazard, brushwork. Mitchell expressed a love and gratitude to nature throughout her life, and spent the majority of her mature career on a property in the French countryside overlooking the Seine. There, she had a particular fondness for painting sunflowers, skies, water, and in the case of a suite of paintings on display in a new exhibition at Cheim & Read, trees.

As John Yau argues in his excellent companion essay to the exhibition—which brings together seven large-scale canvases from this period in France—Mitchell rejected literal or visual representation just as thoroughly as she rejected complete non-objectivity, opting instead for a middle ground of sorts in which she aimed to express the physical, bodily nature of our experience of the world around us. “For Mitchell,” Yau writes, “rigor and expressiveness are not mutually exclusive activities.” Indeed, her paintings in “Trees” derive their ordered-ness not from their immediate recognizability as trees (the titles help a great deal in some cases), but rather from the sense of light and impeccable composition that emerge from the teeming, swirling lines and riotous colors. “Mitchell’s precision isn’t geometric but rhythmic and visceral,” Yau continues. “She possessed a bodily understanding of how to make a gesture move, spin, rise, and fall through space.”

Mitchell’s wondrous mastery of the painterly gesture was perhaps nowhere better employed than in her depictions of trees. Standing several feet tall, the giants seem at once to sway violently in the wind and hold their positions with perfect stillness—an apt metaphor for the artist’s bold, almost performative mark-making suspended on the canvas, frozen in time. In her painting, Mitchell found the perfect coalescence of past and present, internal and external, life and death. “I become the sunflower, the lake, the tree,” she once said. “I no longer exist.”

For more of Joan's paintings visit: https://artsy.net/post/editorial-joan-mitchells-paintings-of-how-trees-feel