Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Contrast, Balance and Harmony


Not only is this from one of my favorite artists, John Bramblitt, who is completely blind and paints the most colorful pieces of art that nobody WITH their vision could replicate. But this picture titled Chardonnay is a great example of the principles we have discussed in class. The contrast and color are similar here, instead of dark to light though, it's vibrancy and bare. To any of us and perhaps a professional artiste, the colors should belong on the figure in the portrait, not as some foreground curtain. the woman only has the 'bare' minimum drawn of her. Yet we get all the details we need. I feel Gestalt is represented here because the colors that should represent her are not representing anything, they are mixed and melted together on the opposite side of the picture, yet, it doesn't feel like an incomplete piece of art. Perhaps, metaphorically contrasting what her drink does to herself? pulling away her color leaving her empty, or maybe it helps spread her wonderful spirit. either way, out of all of his works (which you can visit his website here)


Chardonnay has a sense of harmony (like Yin and Yang) in its color, the balance and what the painting actually means. It would not be so contrasting if it were all in greens and blue. I can't help but to think, "Why didn't he just color in the lady like everyone else would?" "What makes the other side of her so important?" maybe it's because he understands that things, or in this case women, aren't always as they seem.

And I must reiterate, the artist is completely blind... 





Thursday, January 19, 2017

Get to Know Me, a Visual Aid: or Sigmund Freud's Analogy of the Iceberg

Born Cody James Williams, 1988 on August 18th in Ogden, UT 
Parents almost named me Shane
bullet dodged
I've always had this "unhealthy obsession" with Superman
Whatever... I can handle it
You will never be Batman
Avid gamer
Beat Super Mario Bros. before I could talk
Relapsed Call of Duty-holic
Been riding motorcycles for most of my life
Lived in Saint George for most of my life
Hated Saint George for most of my life
Served an LDS mission in Jack Daniel's home state
GO VOLS
#besttwoyears #blessed
Married the number 1 person on my "Top 10 people I can't live without" list
11-11-11
Current drug of choice
does it count as infidelity?
Bond Girl
'6'8'' 350 lb Geek
Built my own computer and Nintendo Entertainment System
In possession of a zombie apocalypse 72 hour kit
I love the water and catching crabs in Washington State
This is a Sun-Star Fish
It's the only thing we caught that day
I make the best damn Honey Whiskey BBQ Wings you'll ever eat
No celery
BYOB
Aspiring Filmmaker
My two dads
J. J. Abrams is living, what should have been, my life
Word Association
Depressed
Angry
Enabler
Loser
Introvert
Lactose-intolerant

Visceral Response


The definition of "visceral" is -relating to deep inward feelings rather to the intellect- and the assignment is graded on design influences creating an affective consequence... Well, I could say that the contrast of the figure on the rocks compared to the distant haven could be either bleak or bewitching. Or I think there's a dynamic quality to the brushwork that, combined with the fluid composition, creates an almost Kandinsky-like emotional resonance.

But the pure and simple fact is that this painting brought a tear to my eye, the only painting to do so. I don't pretend to fully understand why or how, because when I look at it, I am at a loss of words. It is stupefying to me.

When it comes to painting(s) my wife is the artist. She paints with oils, chalk, acrylic, fruit and vegetable juices. Me, I'm the video expert. I set up and capture moving images. I could critique a film, not so much a painting.

I took a Humanities Through the Arts class in college from the wonderful Professor Melanie Hinton. She did open my eyes, perhaps not as fully as she would have hoped given her perseverance. I saw the paintings and sculptures and cave drawings. They're nice. But, nothing in that class captivated me as much as Caspar David Friedrich's "Wanderer above the Sea Fog."

This painting portrays how I feel everyday. Battling my own demons, wrestling with my own consciousness.
the feeling of futility...
loneliness...

After class I sat on a nearby couch, and stared at this painting. I'll admit it made me cry. But I would be surprised to hear that I was the first and only soul to do so.

It's beautiful yet Scary. Creates hope while instilling fear. A faceless wanderer at the top of his existence and, if metaphorically, at a crossroads. Where is he coming from? What is he doing here? What is ahead of him?

..."rocks" my friend says...