What I like about Gustav Klimt’s unfinished “Portrait of Ria Munk III”, is his unbridled doodling and dazzling, mismatched colors. And especially, his contrast between painting and scratching a pencil around – all wrapped up in a warm, sultry, “come to me” kind of smile. What also interests me is this quote from www.klimt.com:
Impulsive, spontaneous work on the canvas without thought, aka “intuitive painting”. Klimt was doing it way back then, but what I like is his combination of intuitive painting WITH premeditation. BINGO! What happens if we plan and study, then let go of our view of the entire painting, and exist only in the movement of our brush/pencil/whatever, in the space where it touches the canvas?
What if the next flower we draw has no concern with its relationship with other flowers? And each thereafter falls on canvas with it’s own personality? In the end, they will form the most beautiful, unplanned bouquet. However, one that stems from a lifetime of falling in love with flowers. They are all up there, in our head. Those flowers, just waiting to tumble out brilliantly into our art.
I’ve recently been creating poppy illustrations for my potter friend Deidre Krois of Wishing Star Pottery. I found that the first round of poppies I drew were lovely and refined. They looked wonderful on her hand-crafted ceramic tumblers. However the second round of sketches I did were without concern of perfection, and were just the pen lolling along the paper, losing itself in the moment- not a care in the world.
This second round of drawings had a very different personality. It’s amazing to see the different personalities of lines. There is a lot to be said in a line, and I supposed those who do handwriting analysis have already figured this out. These drawings conveyed whimsy, relaxation, fun, carefree-ness. All those great spontaneous gestures that get conveyed to the viewer when you are not blocking your art with refinements.