I flipped through the latest Chicago Gallery News magazine and came across this image…please click on it to make it bigger…

It is titled, “Still Life with Ultramarine Vase” and it was painted by Joseph Hronek. I have been mulling over the term “Still Life” ever since one of my teachers threw a bunch of random objects together on a big white table and randomly taped it. I don’t have a record of it, besides the disaster of a painting that came out of it. Weeks after that whilst strolling in the art building I came upon this disaster which sums up most of the “still lives” the teachers set up for us. Hold my hand if you want…
(yes, I did add that little note in there.
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Ok, back to the first one. I was puzzled when I looked at, I couldn’t look away from it, because I was flooded with confusion. I looked and looked at it, and could not see any life in it. I am not getting any communication from it besides it being a painting of an interesting composition (what the artist thought was). For me it was like looking at a car accident, you can’t help but be drawn by it. A painting that is speaking to you will do that too, but it will stir your emotions, it will make you feel things on many levels leaving your mouth gasping trying to find the words to talk about it. The vase one only tells me exactly what it is, a painting of a vase and an orange. An illustration. (Please refer to Endless Slugs art definitions). I won’t lie the painting has my attention, but then I hear the crickets chirping. What are you trying to talk about mister? I see your nicely painted vase and your big juicy orange contrasted by a wooden block. It is a beautiful painting, but well so what? It’s not wrong but I think it is confused, why call it a still life? I feel no life in it…(yes I am taking the words literally) I think of still life as a composition of objects that was not forced. (we can call it a happy accident.) A composition that has evidence of life in it, yet still is able to say something more. But, I also believe you can arrange objects to make them talk. For instance like this,
Did you feel it? When I look as Morandi’s work my reaction is different. I get involved, the painting talks to me, within seconds it brews my emotions, not on the surface like the painting by Hronek, this brew is thick, it is very rich, warm, comfortable…kinda like a good calm buzz. Go ahead and enjoy it…I wish I could send you all an actual painting of his, but I feel even a digital image of his work is still powerful. Morandi, I think is master of the still life. If you ever pick up one of his books you will see hundreds of paintings like this, yes they are all of bottles, and some containers, but every single one is talking. This I think is what the Endless Slug might call fine art. And maybe that is the distinction among these three images, they are all fit in the “still life” category, but one is an illustration, one is fine art, and the last is a void that just makes you want to cut youself. That awful tape disaster, I strongly feel, is dangerous. It is doing a whole lot of damage that none of the teachers realize and the students are too careless to speak up. And when we do, we get beat down to the ground for not following suit. Peh!
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy his work. There are many things that he does, that I would like to share with all of you at one point, but that’s a post for some other time.
Peace!








