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Friends,

I have a show of artwork this August. The work may be seen online here: http://www.laurarusso.com/artists/cain_s.html

Comments are welcome.

Sean

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Here is an artist statement that I wrote with the help of a friend over the past few days. The language is a bit loftier than I am normally comfortable with, but it's kind of the way with these things. I hope to present it with the three paintings posted here to the Tacoma museum for their biennial. Well, here it is (two of the figures are nude, so if you want to avoid that go no farther):

The figure has been the sole subject of my work for almost twenty years. Perhaps the reason for this ought to be more fully explored, but up to now it is something taken as given.

The figure in my paintings emerges simultaneously inwardly and out-of-doors. The figure is often engaged in activities that are at once familiar and strange to the viewer. Something seems to be happening, yet it is impossible to tell what it is or at what point in the narrative the viewer has entered (or even if there exists a discernible narrative). In creating such images I desire to explore the themes of presence, continuity, and wonder.

The theme of presence means to me both the strength of the image itself and of how it becomes real to the viewer. Although my canvases and panels are now smaller, I originally painted life-sized figures so that the viewer automatically would relate to the image in a 1:1 ratio: by their sheer size, my images would invite the viewer to enter the image, so to speak, and participate in it creatively.

In turn, the power of presence secures the element of continuity where the painting is not experienced as an irruption into everyday life, but is rather as an elevation of it. The mundane is the origin of the marvelous and the source of wonder. The deep focus of so many of the images, inspired by the early Netherlandish masters, provides the scope and scale for wonder, for all the things beheld and contemplated that finally speak of life’s mystery, its terrifying uncertainty and unknowableness as well as its givenness and giftedness.

I understand my work to exist within the tradition of western painting as exemplified above all by the early Netherlandish masters, but also by the earlier tradition of Byzantine iconography from which it in part descends. The classical notion of iconography as opening “a window onto heaven” interests me, particularly to the degree that the opening offers a chance for the viewer to “revisit childhood at will,” as Baudelaire said. This heaven is neither the ignorance nor innocence of childhood, but is the incarnate experience of wonder which is the child’s way.

Abraham Heschel, echoing Sophocles, tells us that “the beginning of awe is wonder, and the beginning of wisdom is awe.” I suppose this tendency in my work connects the paintings to a long tradition of sacred art, but not by means of the overt imagery often associable with pious beliefs.

In this, my canvases and panels may tend toward a corporeal religion, but without figural piety; toward sanctity, but without sanctimoniousness.

Well, that's it. I'm interested in reading your comments/suggestions.

Sean

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Here's another quote stolen from the blog I mentioned yesterday. It's from the Journals of Father Alexander Schmemann, March 9, 1973.

"The essential error of the modern man is to identify life with activism, with thought, etc., hence an almost complete inability simply to “live”, i.e., to feel, to appreciate, to live life as a continuous gift. To walk to the train station in a light that feels like spring, in the rain, to be able to see, to sense, to be conscious of a morning ray of sun on the wall—all of these are the reality of life. They are not the conditions for activism or for thought, they are not just an indifferent background, they are the reason one acts and thinks. Only in that reality of life does God reveal Himself, and not in acts and thoughts. That is why Julien Green is right when he says: “all is elsewhere”—”the only truth lies in the swaying of bare branches in the sky”.

Reading this I think of childhood and of all the times I saw "the swaying of bare branches in the sky” and knew that it was important but could never say why. I suppose our broken hearts are broken in different ways -- to roughly paraphrase Tolstoy. I know there are those who do not see or experience the kinds of things that Father Schmemann writes about and his description must certainly sound like an accusation to some or a further reminder of their unhappiness and solitude. It may also sound like sentimentality or maybe too feminine/passive to some who are activist. But I think he must be right.

I think Tarkovsky must have possessed this same insight. His films are full of the imagery described above. In looking on Youtube for a Bach piece that I remembered hearing in one of his films I came across a clip from the end of Solaris. In the clip, which begins with Kris standing by the water's edge and then walking over to a house where he sees his father who opens the door and greets him in a visual paraphrase of Rembrandt's Prodigal Son, you see things like grass flowing in the current of the stream or dead trees rising out of the water. The imagery, sad and beautiful, is prelude to the reunion.

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I really like this guys blog: http://wanweihsien.wordpress.com/

In two separate entries I find these two quotes that I like:

One must abandon every attempt to make something of oneself, whether it be a saint, a converted sinner, a churchman (the priestly type, so-called!), a righteous man or an unrighteous one, a sick man or a healthy one. This is what I mean by worldliness—taking life in one’s stride, with all its duties and problems, its successes and failures, its experiences and helplessness. It is in such a life that we throw ourselves utterly in the arms of God and participate in his sufferings in this world and watch with Christ in Gethsemane. That is faith, that is metanoia, and that is what makes a man and a Christian.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer, in a letter to his best friend Eberhard Bethge, July 21, 1944

and

…[T]he big thing for me is to love reality and not live in the imagination, not live in what could have been or what should have been or what can be to this reality, and somewhere to love reality and then discover that God is present in the reality.

Jean Vanier, founder of L’Arche

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No, not me. Rather it is Cardinal Sean of Boston who maintains a blog that I enjoy reading from time to time. Nothing heavy, just news, this and that. I read on his blog that he and the Greek Orthodox Metropolitan Methodius participate in some form in each others Easter celebration. However poor the prospects for the reunification of the Catholic church seem from time to time, things like this make you think that we are slowly awakening from our estranging slumber.

From his blog (http://www.cardinalseansblog.org/): "That evening, I went to celebrate Easter with the Greek Orthodox Church in Boston. Just as we always invite Metropolitan Methodios to our Chrism Mass and give him the opportunity to bring a greeting from the Greek Orthodox community, they invite me to their Easter vigil celebration at which I always read the Gospel in English and bring a greeting to the Orthodox community. I was very happy to be a part of the celebration.

As you may know, the Orthodox and the Eastern Rite Catholics follow a different calendar from ours. Their Easter is the first Sunday after the first full moon following the spring equinox that is after the Jewish Passover.

We, on the other hand, celebrate Easter on the first Sunday after the first full moon of the spring equinox. Their celebration has a tie to the Jewish calendar in a way that ours does not.

Last year, our celebrations coincided. This year our Easter was very, very early — almost as early as it can be.

It is my hope that we might, through dialogue, come up with a common date for Easter. I think that would be an excellent sign of Christian unity. In the past, there was so much animosity over this and other customs which are very long-standing. Today, people realize that the date itself is rather arbitrary, and that the important thing is the mystery we are celebrating. It is the most important article of our faith — that Jesus has conquered sin and death. He lives and touches our lives through the sacraments. He is there in the Church, teaching us in the living Word.

As I said in another recent blog posting, the Eastern Churches in general have always put a great emphasis on an “Easter spirituality.” In the Latin rite, we have tended to stress Good Friday as our day and then, after Lent was over, everything sort of ended. Whereas for the Greeks and Eastern Rite Catholics, the 50 days of Easter and the time to Pentecost are very important. They have the beautiful custom during the Easter season of using the greeting “Christos anesti! Alithos anesti!” or “Christ is risen! He is truly risen!” And after the Easter vigil, many people leave the church with their lit candles, take the Easter flame to their home and light an oil lamp in front of an icon. They keep the flame burning all year, which is a very beautiful symbol."

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A blog I read sometimes, and some of you may like it, called Reditus has posted an interesting entry consisting mainly of a quote by Yeats found in an essay by Charles Coulombe (http://arturovasquez.wordpress.com/2008/05/03/parnassus-and-galilee/). Here is the quote (if you want more just click on over -- he gives a link to Coulombe's page for your monarchist enjoyment): "

William Butler Yeats:

TO ALL ARTISTS AND WRITERS

We are Catholics, but of the school of Pope Julius the Second and of the Medician Popes, who ordered Michael-angelo and Raphael to paint upon the walls of the Vatican, and upon the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, the doctrine of the Platonic Academy of Florence, the reconciliation of Galilee and Parnassus. We proclaim Michaelangelo the most orthodox of men, because he set upon the tomb of the Medici “Dawn” and “Night,” vast forms shadowing the strength of antediluvian Patriarchs and the lust of the goat, the whole handiwork of God, even the abounding horn. We proclaim that we can forgive the sinner, but abhor the atheist, and that we count among atheists bad writers and Bishops of all denominations. “The Holy Spirit is an intellectual fountain,” and did the Bishops believe that, the Holy Spirit would show itself in decoration and architecture, in daily manners and written style. What devout man can read the Pastorals of our Hierarchy without horror at a style rancid, coarse and vague, like that of the daily papers? We condemn the art and literature of modern Europe. No man can create, as did Shakespeare, Homer, Sophocles, who does not believe, with all his blood and nerve, that man’s soul is immortal, for the evidence lies plain to all men that where that belief has declined, men have turned from creation to photography. We condemn, though not without sympathy, those who would escape from banal mechanism through technical investigation and experiment. We proclaim that these bring no escape, for new form comes from new subject matter, and new subject matter must flow from the human soul restored to all its courage, to all its audacity. We dismiss all demagogues and call back the soul to its ancient sovereignty, and declare that it can do whatever it please, being made, as antiquity affirmed, from the imperishable substance of the stars."

And Vatican II hadn't happened yet! It's hard to be too upset at the bishops since we all have the same sickness.

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A couple more pieces done in class. One is a copy in screenprint of a roman portrait bust. The second is a perspective exercise that I didn't wind up imposing on my students.

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Here are some pictures painted with egg tempera that I made over the last couple of weeks while my students were involved with their projects. They are copies, mostly, of stone or ivory icons or ornamental pieces taken from the book "The Glory of Byzantium." Dates are typically 10th through 12th century. Most pieces were found in Constantinople.


Ivory triptych part, 10th c., Constantinople.

Byzantine decorative plate, Corinth, 12thc

Griffin (Symbol of Christ's dual nature), 10-11thc., Holy Monastery of Vlatadon, Stone.

Leaf Bearing Cross -- Tree of Life
Byzantine Cross, 10-11th c., Thessalonike, Holy Monastery of Vlatadon.

Parapet Relief Slab, Byzantine, 10th-11th c.

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Via Touchstone mags blog are these links to photos the environs of Chernobyl. Only the churches are intact. http://www.angelfire.com/extreme4/kiddofspeed/spring2007.html and http://www.angelfire.com/extreme4/kiddofspeed/pluto1.html (where you can page through via a link at the bottom). Some very nice panoramic scenes follow. At one point the author poses a question that popped into my head as I looked at the photos, "Why trees so often grow on doorsteps?"
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Thank you Well Wishers! Doing fine.

And now for something completely different.

If you're into this kind of thing, I found out that Yves Congar's book "After Nine Hundred Years: The Background Of The Schism Between The Eastern And Western Churches" has been posted online here (http://www.archive.org/details/afterninehundred027313mbp) and is available in a number of formats. h/t to Eirenikon (http://eirenikon.wordpress.com/).

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Well, the deed is done. So strange to be so numb, to be awake and aware of what is going on and yet they might as well have been working on the chair I was sitting in thanks to the effects of the novacaine. It occurred to me later that I always begin my 8th grade art history class with a brief discussion on the word "aesthetics" and because most do not recognize the word I point to "anesthesia" and what it means. On the one side numbness. On the other art, life.
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Alright. Tomorrow, around 1030 am or so it comes out. Local anesthesia. Last time I had an IV and it was timeless, literally -- last thing I remembered was counting backwards from 100 and trying to make a joke that combined the drugs they were giving me and the Beatles music that was playing in the background. I remember thinking I should explain and then they were waking me up. Well, the IV is too expensive now. So I'll go the conscious, but numb, route instead. Thankfully, I have about half of my vicodin prescription left and I only have one class to teach that day at 345 pm. Pray for me.
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Today I placed a call to see about getting my tooth removed on an emergency basis because I awoke this morning with normal pain that soon radiated along my jaw and up to my ear and became quite intense. There is one 7-day emergency dental office in town, but they didn't return my call right away. So I went ahead and called the oral surgeon originally recommended to me who called me back from the annual statewide meeting of dentists and oral surgeons. He said as far as he knew all 94 oral surgeons in the state were there so tough luck til monday. I then called my dentist who placed two prescriptions for me at the pharmacy: penicillin and vicodin. Well, several horse pills later i feel just fine. Hopefully, this will keep things tolerable until next week when I can get ol' #17 tooth taken out.

I do not like taking pain killers, but they sure do work.

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aargh, my wisdom tooth is causing pain. It emerged from the gum about two years ago, maybe more, but stopped there blocked by the tooth in front of it. I should have it taken out, but $$$ and the thought of going under say not right now. Every once in a while, like now, it just starts throbbing and this feels acute when I am lying down. Not good for sleeping. I am supposed to do my mid-semester grading today. I think I look like the guy whose picture I posted yesterday.
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By the look on his face the guy appears to be passing his stone as the photo was taken. From the neighborhood newspaper (not The Onion as you may have thought).

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A4 size paper is perfection! I've been using it in the laser printer at work for some time now since a friend donated it from the print shop where she works. The dimensions of A4 are 8.26 X 11.69 inches (210x297 mm). Compare that to vulgar cartridge paper at 8.5 X 11 inches. The elegance of A4 is apparent without comparison with any other paper, but in comparison it's absolutely princely. Please consider not using the ugly stuff. Switch to A4!

See here for the origin of international paper sizes and appreciate the square root of two: http://www.cl.cam.ac.uk/~mgk25/iso-paper.html.

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Other than the Jesus prayer the prayer of St Ephraim is the one I'm most likely to pray. I purchased a card with the prayer on it about a year or two ago at the Orthodox bookstore in town (alas, it closed this month) and have carried it in my jacket pocket ever since. I often read from the card before mass or after communion. It sums up my petitions. It speaks what my heart wants, but is never articulate enough to say. I was not aware of the degree to which it forms Orthodox prayer during Lent.
Today I read an interesting analysis of the prayer in its greek form here (http://bekkos.wordpress.com/2008/03/31/the-prayer-of-st-ephraim-the-syrian/). The author of the post concludes with a brief reflection on the danger of understanding Christianity as being identical with the moral law and how St Ephraim's prayer helps to guide us toward the real thing.
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