More LA Affection/Affectation - whiteout

When I first visited LA in my adult life, I hated it. I could not understand why anyone would ever live there. I was there for a week in March of 2000, and it was a pure whiteout week, meaning that everything in the distance was obliterated by water vapor off the coast and fine particulates that are suspended in the air so that visibility is reduced to within a very few miles.

This meant that the basin, the Hollywood Hills, the ocean, was obscured or obliterated from view. What you could see faded away to nothing in the near distance. I thought it was pollution, and I suppose that to some degree it was (is), but it is more about the marine layer, a fog that rolls in off the ocean in the evening and causes the phenomenon. When I interviewed to work our there in 2003, it was January, the clearest time of year. So I knew it was not always white.

I did not try to capture the nothingness of LA whiteout that often, but in the drawing belowI captured a whiteout day from the Getty.



What this whiteout, along with LA weather in general, does is obscure and change the landscape everyday, throughout the day. I was fortunate to watch it change from a high perch... my office window. It had a great view right over Bel Air, across the Hollywood Hills towards the San Gabriels and Mt. Wilson, with the entire LA basin out to my right.

The two views below are just the view straight out to Bel Air.



You can actually see the outline of the San Gabriels in this one.



Other views of LA from the west.



A particularly clear view from the south promontory towards Century City.



The view from the South Terrace, May 27, 2010. It was a rainy day.



I also tend to compact these scenes a bit, but I like this one.

The best thing I saw in LA

Honestly, these images do no justice.




http://www.getty.edu/art/exhibitions/urban_panoramas/

The link will show some of what I saw, but Soo Kim's work was amazing. Maniacal! It was great the effort, and the time involved. I really loved her work and Opie's. I was a breath of fresh air at the Getty.

The best thing I saw in LA.

http://www.getty.edu/art/exhibitions/urban_panoramas/

Burchfield and Me

Mark mentioned from my last post about my recent LA work, that he thought I should have seen the recent show of work by Charles Burchfield at the newly expanded or rebuilt Burchfield Penny Art Center at Buffalo State College. I did not, although I would very much like to go to Buffalo. There is much to see there, and not just Niagara and the Yellow Christ.

I have seen a lot of Burchfield though. I saw the 1997-98 retrospective at both the Columbus Museum of Art and at the Smithsonian American Art Museum. Prior to that, I have seen his work at the Wichita Art Museum, they have five strong watercolors, as well as the works in both the Amon Carter and Dallas Museum of Art (both nice, but not his best, more regionalist). While living in Southern California I got the opportunity to see the great holdings of Burchfield (although small again) at San Diego Museum of Art.

Here is a nice Sultry Night below.



I have always been inspired by Burchfield, and I think about his work often, I just do not seem to have the ability to let go and run into the fantastic. When I look at some Burchfield, I feel he is trying to give us a sense of how he responds to the sensations of the moment, not just how the scene he paints looks, but also how it feels, and what he hears. There are wonderful emanations that move through the works as if everything is alive and growing before our eyes. I was driving home tonight and watching the trees toss about in the wind and thought that must be what Burchfield was going for. Movement, motion, light, life. It sounds a bit new age-y, I know, and I do not think Burchfield would have liked that at all, but he is very attuned to the natural world around him.

Below is the sun shining through by Burchfield (sorry, not sure of the exact title)




Below, my Sun through in the Giant Forest, Sequoia. I know I was thinking of Burchfield when I painted this.



I think a lot about Burchfield in relation to his viewing of celestial bodies. It (painting the night sky) is something I wish I had more opportunity to do, and it is one of the things that makes me want to live away from the city.

below Burchfield, Orion in Winter



My, Orion, March 12, 2010.



Again, Burchfield and I are often nothing alike, but like so many artists, he is often in my thoughts.

LA Affection - Affectation

I have been back from LA for almost a week. It was only my second time back, and it was different. I felt like I had never left. I did not get to some of my favorite places or old haunts. I was three miles from Santa Monica and Venice and was never any closer than Playa del Rey. I did not even attempt the coast at Palisades or Malibu. I could kick myself for the later since juvenile whites were breaching off Will Rogers State Beach while I was there.

I also still didn't feel an earthquake.

I did a number of sketches, but not till the last few days of the trip did I really settle into painting. I made a few nice studies of my old neighborhood, around Ben's and of Eric and Suzan's backyard. I became really interested in line work after I returned from LA. It was too much exposure to Van Gogh drawings at the Getty, along with a lot of interest in Klimt when the Maria Altman paintings were restituted and put on view at LACMA. I was thinking of Klimt a lot as I made these. Then Jaime reminded me of a Klimt postcard I gave her that she had tacked up at her studio. I had forgot.

Below, Klimt, Roses under Trees




Below, Beeches. This is one of the Bloch Bauer paintings restituted in 2006 to her heir, Maria Altman. Before they were sold at auction they were put on display all summer at LACMA.



My works from the trip...

Mar Vista Fence, Jacaranda




Kumquat Tree, Eric and Suzan's Backyard, Silverlake



Hibiscus and Banana Plant Leaves, Ben and Scott's



Honestly, LA would not be so beautiful if it were not for the mountains, ocean, and the abundance of insane vegetation. Anything grows there.

I need to write about American Stories, and other art I saw while running around So Cal. More soon.