Welcome to the inaugural post of my new art blog!
I thought I would start things off by telling you a little about the image I have chosen to represent this page, and about my working process. This work is the first in a short series of paintings based on the sensory organs. I began with an an anatomical cross section of the human ear, and I soon began to think about the structure of the inner ear; hearing, sound, music and as so often happens: the universe. Like most of my paintings, it started with a basic paint drawing in black and white, then layer upon layer of colour, restructuring the image until the painting tells me it is done.
I almost always use the written word to develop my ideas. Often, these words appear in the work (as they do in this painting) and sometimes they are text that accompany the visual art when exhibited. Other times, they are simply notes and quotes that help me look at my idea from another perspective and contribute to it’s (and often my own) development.
I. Two Messengers
The hummingbird, that flying jewel, the messenger who flies on wings of infinity.
Greek god Hermes, known as Mercury to the Romans, the messenger whose namesakes are a silvery liquid, and the planet that rules communications.
Quicksilver hummingbird perches outside my window singing me his message: the Music of the Spheres.
II. Musica Humana
When I am perfectly still, in silence, I hear my breath, pulse, the rush of blood through my head. A quiet so thick and deep that the line between my soul and body resonates, creating its own unique music.
III. Musica Universalis
Holding a seashell (Fibonacci’s Golden Spiral manifested) to my ear, do I hear the ocean or an echo of my body?
1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144…
A mathematical relationship expressing tones and harmonies in numbers, angles, shapes and sounds.
Pythagoras thought the Sun, Moon and planets each resonate with their own unique song as they orbit. He proposed that the quality of life on Earth reflects the tenor of celestial sounds, physically imperceptible to the human ear.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils,
The motions of his spirit are dull as night
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.