I finally compiled all twenty eight drawings in the empyre series made in June, 2005 during the empyre mailing list panel.
Just a couple of examples of how I put the sets of drawings together as an album in a folder. Both July 2005, posted earlier on 20050712 and 20050802.


20050517: Pat Steir at Cheim Read. I spied this piece (her show was up and down just before my trip to NY) through a little division in a wall that actually allows the gallery visitor a rare and normally forbidden view into a back room- imagine! It looked pretty sweet propped up against the wall there.

20050517: Here was a rare treat- the late Jack Goldstein...


... at Metro Pictures (above), and later, uptown, more, plus film, at Mitchell-Innes & Nash (yet another gallery with a crappy Flash web site that makes linking to specific items impossible- don't these people get it- linking is citation is authority!).
20050517, D'Amerlio Terras, NY:

Whitney Beford: Turner reincarnated as Neil Jenney painting Pirates of the Carribean, and I mean that in a (pretty) good way.
MoMA 20050519:

Despite what I said about Picasso being a bully and showoff, I still like much of his work.
Ann saw the Picasso — Badende show at Staatsgalerie Stuttgart a couple of weeks ago. When she told me on the phone she might go to the Staatsgalerie I previewed the exhibit online and I said to myself, "Oh man, she's going to see that painting!"
Looking through the exhibit brochure tonight she said, "Here was my favorite." Guess what? It was the same painting I had raved about to myself. She said, "I thought you'd like that one." This one:

Hans (Jean) Arp at MoMA, 20050519. I didn't write down the title or year and can't find it. I'm guessing mid-20's. Very Tuttle-like, huh?
At first look past the red, because basically this is a monochrome, so to see his drawing look it all simply as drawn lines without worrying about the color. And look beyond the figure; don't think too hard about what this is, let's look at how this is.
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One sees a face, and arm held up across the chest, spikes of hair, a torso with ribs, a waist, hips, the pubic area, the beginning of legs. Is she holding a lobster? Is this someone who sells lobsters? Does her claw-like hand remind de Kooning of a lobster?
And now look at the red- it's a gorgeous cadmium medium, I think. Maybe it's a color de Kooning had at hand. Is the color red that of a boiled lobster? What is the temperature of this image?
Quite likely, knowing his working method, this is painted over a drawing, although it looks pretty direct and fresh. Since this is on tracing paper this could have been laid over another drawing and traced with a brush. This piece of tracing paper has bits of other work evident; maybe there's a partial drawing on the back, or he pressed it against a painting to make a monoprint, as he was known to do, or perhaps it is erased pastel. Whatever these smudges are they make a field for this red figure. This atmospheric field around the boldly, superbly, beautfully drawn figure gives the figure extra dimension, working with de Kooning's line to keep the figure from flatenning out and being iconic.
There could be something vaguely threatening or a little ferocious about this woman. It could also be that any figure caught stop-second in the middle of active work could look threatening. It really is too easy to apply the overly-used stamp of misogynist to de Kooning; his stance is more complex than that.
This photo was taken May 19, 2005 at NYMoMA:

On the left is A Tree Grows in Naples, 1960, and on the right is de Kooning's (infamous) Woman I, 1951-52. Much has been written about de Kooning's ferocious women, their gnashing teeth, the large breasts, the blonde hair, bright red mouths, etc., and how they are painted with a kind of violence or aggression. I want to address both of these points.
First off, de Kooning painted slowly. If you actually stand in front of the two paintings in the photo above, and follow his movements and how he built up his images, there are very few places where you can tell de Kooning painted in a fit. Look at the edges of his paint, the surfaces, the direction, and you can see that while different areas are painted at various speeds, de Kooning was never the Action Painter that, for example, Alfred Leslie emulated. In fact, few of the Abstract Expressionists moved at the speed that the lable Action Painter described. While the term may be little used now, the cliche of the inspired (or angry, or emotive) painter still persists.
Second, de Kooning's women make possible a whole range of attitudes that men, perhaps especially heterosexual men, can have towards women, whether mothers, sisters, girlfriends, wives, strangers, or icons. The paintings are not simply about blond bombshells and perfect icons, manipulating vixens and fear of castration, or men's fantasies and sexism. Yes, they are about all of those, but they also include all of the opposites; they are about love and hate, adoration and idolization, beauty and horror, attraction and repulsion, intimacy and distance, comfort and fear, commitment and avoidance of commitment.
Woman takes the viewer through the whole range of a man's possible feelings towards women; they are a recognition of the complex relationships between the sexes, the differences in communication and expectations, they way we regard each other. I risk getting too close to all the "men are from... women are from..." baloney with this, but come on, guys, you know what I'm talking about. De Kooning's depictions of women are no more misogynyst than Shakespeare's.
De Kooning has always been a primary figure for me, but when I was in New York in May I admit that my eyes and mind were elsewhere. In terms of the 20th century Mondrian, Newman and Pollock have taken over my thoughts for now. Matisse has become more important than ever before. One El Greco at the Met has filled my head. A Gainsborough at the Frick has completely opened me to an era and way of painting I've never thought much of before. Picasso lowered in my estimation as a bully and show off, his vision, to use the term flippantly, fascist.
This is just a small sampling of the some of the things for which I felt enormous enthusiasm during and after my trip. When I encoutered de Koonings I just didn't feel fully engaged. I felt like I was betraying him a bit. I felt a little guilty, although, undeniable, there is a lot to his career, his practice, his vision, his touch that are very important to me.
At the end of the day at MoMA I wandered through the atrium and saw two later de Koonings (below), both wonderful paintings. These are another side of de Kooning, the one who loves landscape, water, light, and air. I found myself fully responding, really seeing how the paintings were made and worked. The small red brush drawing of the figure above lays out quite plainly what de Kooning can do, his skill and subject. One finds an inspring consistency of quality and invention throughout all of de Kooning's work .

MoMA, May 19, 2005: suddenly, everywhere, I noticed all the pink-
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L-R, T-B: Matisse, Picasso, Derain, Kirchner, Bacon
MoMA, May 19, 2005

Milton Avery. Sea Grasses and Blue Sea. 1958. Oil on canvas, 60 1/8" x 6' 3/8" (152.7 x 183.7 cm). Gift of friends of the artist. © 2005 Milton Avery Trust / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
After a weekend of making one failed drawing after another, just eeking out a few that might work, it's reassuring when someone else shares an experience that echoes my own, and I'm reminded, yet again, that the process of making art is not a straight line. And perhaps the reminder is especially meaningful when that someone has experience, success, makes work that one likes or admires.
I don't think that a painting should necessarily proceed in a glory of vision and control proceeding from mountaintop to mountaintop, from the first touch to the last... although I have had the rare fortune to come near feeling once or twice (...I can't really remember when and which right now, maybe this is a fabricated memory!). What is more normal for my experience is an alternating cycle of percieved success and failure, with the better experiences (in painting) coming from one or more transits through the apparently unsuccessful moments, a rescue by a subsequent turn.
And all I'm going to say is this, for example, with two images:

Untitled, 2005, oil on canvas, four panels, 18 x 14" each
July Set 5, 1-5, 2005, Pencil, watercolor & ink on paper, approx. 8.75 x 6.75" each (scanned)
July Set 4, 1-5, 2005, Pencil, watercolor & ink on paper, approx. 8.75 x 6.75" each (scanned)
After five years of daily weblogging, and about three and a half years of making HTML drawings on a daily basis, I'm taking a break during the month of August.
I think by now I've proven that I can do this everyday. Plus I've learned a lot, gotten a lot of of it, applying this to other bodies of work.
I will post some during August- writing, links, studio shots, what have you, that I have time for, that I need or want to do. For a change I'll do some old fashioned weblogging- post about and link to what other people are doing.
But no HTML drawings during August. I need to take a break, think about what I've been doing and what I want to do next (if anything). I'll probably draw, but I won't post them.
My plan is to be back full-force on Sept. 1.
It feels weird that I am not posting a drawing today.
A big pile of rejected drawings- things that got out of hand and couldn't be saved or were dead almost from the first mark- and a sleeping dog:
