What is it that makes it a decision when and if the painting is finished? The more the mind is involved, the less the final picture seems to be real. A priori and even a posteriori knowing does not work. The paintings are not of those who wait for the dawn of a day even if they keep the light. Who decides? The Occasion, the Encounter, the Real, in its indefatigable expression.. in order to designate reality, all that is known must come to an end.
The Unconscious in Art
A WORK of art that we can understand at sight is mediocre or worse. Genius stirs our ignorance first. That which comes out of the deeps must make its appeal to the deeps. It is the unknown, the indefinable, the thing that “worries” you in Rodin, Whistler, Matisse, Rops that fascinates you. It brings you back again and again, and each time that we know more of them we know less of them. That is the paradox of the Infinite.
Every thought has its corresponding emotion; no thought, no emotion—that is a philosophic axiom. But there are aesthetic emotions for which there are no corresponding thoughts; emotions that awaken the Unconscious alone and that never touch the brain; emotions vague, indefinable, confused; emotions that wake whirlwinds and deep-sea hurricanes.
Before the Beautiful some of us are in danger of aesthetic catalepsy. Thought knows not what to paint on these states of aesthetic subconsciousness. There are no idea-pigments that correspond to these emotions, these nostalgic shadows that never quite come out of their tombs.
Monet, Poe and Blake were three types wherein the Unconscious tried to render itself intelligible. And the world always questions the sanity of this kind of art, but the sanity of the world is the sanity of common sense and common sense in art we can dismiss.
So profoundly is the mind of genius rooted in the Unconscious that it never has a clear idea of just what it is doing. It obeys. From this the idea of “having been chosen” is born in the brain of the great painter, the great sculptor, the great musician. Who knows the exact effect or worth of his precious work? What great artist knows what he is doing at any particular time? He is a tool in the hands of the Unconscious. He brings a message to the world that he himself does not know the import of.
Conscious effort, conscious willing, the open-eyed act is always the last of a series, and not the first. It is the flower of preceding incalculable sowings in the Unconscious. Consciousness in art is only the antenna of the blind unknowable Force and intelligence is only its nerve.
Imagination is the dream of the Unconscious. It is the realm of the gorgeous, monstrous hallucinations of the Unconscious. It is the hasheesh of genius. Out of the head of the artist issues all the beauty that is transferred to canvas, but the roots of his imagination lie deeper than his personality.
The soul of the genius is the safety vault of the race, the treasure-pocket of the Unconscious soul of the world. Here age after age the Secretive God stores its dreams. And the product of genius overwhelms us because it has collaborated with the Infinite.
Benjamin De Casseres
Camera Work, Oct. 1911, No. 36, p. 17
..there is a quietness in a room, the big space opens up. Because thoughts are always conditioned, they require time. But the mind that is clear decides effortlessly changing the movement of brush strokes in various directions. Once it is slow, the other time immediately very intense. The colors speak their language, they even communicate with a space, not only given, but that which is not present. Anything is possible. But nothing seems to be so essential as a freedom in which all involved meet and create. It is not intuitive, nor well known, but very active in its stillness in the eternal moment of now.
I have composed this brief but intimate insight inward of my creating process.
These works on paper serve for me as studies for works on larger scale canvas.
Meditation is not a search, it's not a seeking, a probing, an exploration. It is an explosion and discovery. It's not the taming of the brain to conform nor is it a self-introspective analysis, it is certainly not the training in concentration which includes, chooses and denies. It's something that comes naturally, when all positive and negative assertions and accomplishments have been understood and drop away easily. It is the total emptiness of the brain. It's the emptiness that is essential, not what's in the emptiness, there is seeing only from emptiness, all virtue, not social morality and respectability, springs from it. It's out of this emptiness love comes, otherwise it's not love. Foundation of righteousness is in this emptiness. It's the end and beginning of all things.
These magical works on photography are created with Flexaret camera on Kodak film, Portra 160, 120mm.
So one sees that intelligence doesn't lie in the hands of the observer, and it is only when the mind is free, free to learn, and learning is not the accumulation of knowledge. On the contrary, learning is a movement, and accumulation of knowledge is static, you may add to it but the core of it is static. And from this static state one functions, one lives, one paints, one writes, one does all the mischief in the world. And you call that freedom. So can the mind be free of the known? You know this is really quite an extraordinary question if you ask it, not merely intellectually but really very, very, very deeply, to find out whether the mind can ever be free from the known. Otherwise there is no creation - you follow - otherwise there is nothing new, there is nothing new under the sun then. It is always re-formation of the reformed. Jiddu Krishnamurti
I have composed a brief introduction to two of my new exhibitions that are taking place in Prague with the solo show in Muj salek kavy that will last until July 28th 2019 and the group show in Gallery Kotelna to see until June 1st 2019, concerning the theme of freedom as a crucial essence of my creative process in general. Please, feel very welcome to visit the exhibitions..
...at the still point of the turning world, there the dance is, but neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, there would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
T. S. Eliot
When wu-wei is done, nothing is left undone..
The works I created for this exhibition represent nothing and yet they represent the most essential truth. The truth which is not possible to know, nor to describe, neither to think about it.