30. March 2004
Excerpts of a conversation between Gottfried Helnwein and Patrick Morrison at Helnwein's studio in downtown Los Angeles about Patrick's upcoming exhibition in Waterford.
Morrison:
... On the other hand there is Matisse. He aspired to a peaceful painting that brings comfort. What was the title of that painting? La Luxe, Calm et La Volupte! The cathartic aspect of painting is not really the image but the way it’s painted, the sensation of the color.
Poor Vincent Van Gogh! - He imagined his paintings bringing warmth and hope to sailors out on a stormy sea, a sense of some kind of safe harbor. He aspired to a kind of religious art. He had in mind a triptych. The side panels would be his sunflowers, and the center panel was a woman, La Berceuse, I think she was called—this very big-breasted maternal woman. A kind of a Madonna, or an earth goddess, in the middle between the sunflowers.
Last year, I was in New York and there was a Leonardo da Vinci show at the Met, which was just utterly fascinating. Da Vinci reminds me of you, Gottfried, in the sense that he presents a seamless apparition. You almost would have had to have a magnifying glass to appreciate some of these things. There was a grove of trees about postage stamp size, but when you look into it, there it is. It’s just chalk and paper - that kind of red chalk that he used. But, there it is, magically presenting itself to you.
Coming out of the da Vinci show, I found myself just wandering about, almost dazed.
Then I found myself in this room with all these Poussins. My God! It felt like I was in heaven or something. Because it’s a state of feeling. I think in the course of time, that feeling intensifies, and the paintings have an evermore magical presence. There is an increasing sense of emotional belonging, or something like that – in art.
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Helnwein:
Great art triggers something – like a long forgotten memory. You have the feeling there is something so deeply familiar...
When I saw Rembrandt's "Night Watch" in the Rijchsmuseum in Amsterdam long ago, I was in a state of shock. I was completely overwhelmed. I had tears in my eyes. I was so moved, and I didn’t know why. I could not explain it.
A long time ago some guys commissioned Rembrandt to paint them, photography didn’t exist yet so they had to get somebody to paint them – and why would I, hundreds of years later, care about these mediocre guys in stupid military costumes?
Why would I be so touched and moved? It doesn’t make sense. I have no explanation, there is no logic reason.
The depicted subject obviously doesn’t really matter. It’s probably just an excuse to paint.
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