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The Sense of Place

I have decided to use some of my photographs (some from moments ago and some from years ago) as references for some of my paintings, but not unless I have a sense of the place. Otherwise, it will be, at least in my mind, a painting of a photograph.

Dear Friend,

I have decided to use some of my photographs (some from moments ago and some from years ago) as references for some of my paintings, but not unless I have a sense of the place. Otherwise, it will be, at least in my mind, a painting of a photograph.

When I painted these (pictures of them are at the end of this) from my photographs (except for two which are by my brother’s wife when they were visiting from Italy), I would switch the image into black and white, and I would even slightly blur the image, or use my shortsighted condition to my advantage. If I am having difficulty with the design or composition, I will increase the contrast until the shapes become simple abstract shapes like a notan. if I have managed to work those things out, then I would recollect my memory of the place as I play with the shapes, colors, and tonal values — I would use the three to help describe the sense of place.

There was an excerpt that I came across online in 2015 about the sense of place which is unfortunately no longer available. It was probably used for an online course. As with Ansel Adams’ letter to his friend, Cedric, The Sense of Place also stuck with me when I paint:

The Sense of Place

What is the sense of place?

It is a combination of characteristics that makes a place special and unique. Sense of place involves the human experience in a landscape, the local knowledge and folklore. Sense of place also grows from identifying oneself in relation to a particular piece of land on the surface of planet Earth.

Another way of looking at sense of place is contrast: places like strip malls have little sense of place because they more or less all look very similar, often have no name and no one who wants to spend any time there or write anything about them. Whereas places that exhibit a strong sense of place have an identity and character recognized immediately by a visitor and valued deeply by residents.

Writers and geographers have been thinking about the subject for some time. Wendell Berry famously said ‘If you don’t know where you are, you don’t know who you are’. Wallace Stegner interprets this as “... talking about the knowledge of place that comes from working in it in all weathers, making a living from it, suffering from its catastrophes, loving its mornings or evenings or hot noons, valuing it for the profound investment of labor and feeling that you, your parents and grandparents, your all-but-unknown ancestors have put into it. He is talking about the knowing that poets specialize in.”

That is a sense that requires time, energy, and paying attention to realize. Many people in the 21st century spend so much time online, in their cars, at Starbucks, or in an office that they may have little connection to any unique place. Is the sense of place becoming a lost sense? Perhaps, although you can always go to Las Vegas to see shiny replications of the Eiffel Tower or Luxor pyramids.

Some of the tools for recording facets of the sense of place include maps, photographs, virtual reality, neogeography sites like Platial, stories, poems, interpretive displays, paintings, and other evidence of the human experience in a landscape. Examining these entry points can get you started appreciating the sense of place, but it is not anchored until you experience a place personally. So step outside and build up your placeness quotient.

Source: http://www.artofgeography.com/info/the-sense-of-place (no longer available)

I had been working on this painting in acrylic for some time, but this place has been on my mind since coming across it after we moved to Kennett Square in 2014. The place captured my curiosity and imagination, and I wanted to describe it in a painting, but I was not sure how I wanted to do it until recently. According to other locals, it has been unoccupied for many years. It is a lonely house without a home.

I am please with how this painting has turned out. I like the imperfection of it — its technical imperfection looks perfectly fine to my eyes. A perfectly forgotten house, a house without a home.

House Without A Home

Acrylic on panel

14 by 11 inches

Here are other recent paintings using photo references. Every painting has a story behind it, but I think I will leave it for another time.

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The Yellow House

I looked out my studio window and noticed this house peeking through the openings of the foliage. I had to paint it.

Dear friend,

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

I looked out my studio window and noticed this house peeking through the openings of the foliage. I had to paint it.

The house was on the other side of Red Clay Creek and the Kennett Square YMCA outdoor swimming pool. A crew was busily preparing the swimming pool for the summer season, anticipating that many more folks will have been inoculated. There is a reasonable probability of “normalcy” returning to everyone’s lives.

Normalcy, isn’t this what we all want? But for Van Gogh, normalcy is perhaps, uninteresting, and does not encourage growth:

“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.” — Vincent Van Gogh

Here’s to “normalcy”, balance, good health, growth, and kindness to self and to one another.

The Yellow House

Oil on panel, 8 by 10 inches

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Back to my favorite Open Field in Kennett Square

This open field across from the YMCA outdoor swimming pool sits between Kennett Legacy Fields and Red Clay Creek. I have made a few paintings of this field, and it was here where I could have been trampled by a herd of deers! Ah, fond memories. I could imagine the headlines: Local artist squished into the ground by a herd of deers!

Dear friend,

This open field across from the YMCA outdoor swimming pool sits between Kennett Legacy Fields and Red Clay Creek. I have made a few paintings of this field, and it was here where I could have been trampled by a herd of deers! Ah, fond memories. I could imagine the headlines: Local artist squished into the ground by a herd of deers!

This morning’s painting was a quick one. I was scattered-brain: I forgot my tripod, but my studio is only a few hundred feet from where I had placed everything, so it was an easy walk back for the tripod. As soon as I was done setting up with my tripod, I realized that I did not have my paper towels with me, but I felt lazy to go back for them. I was too focused on not missing the light. I rushed through the painting as though I did not have much time left.

But missing the light was the least of my concern because I randomly decided to use only earth colors. The only non-earth colors were titanium white, ultramarine blue, and pthalo green which I used sparingly. So how could I describe the light that I wanted to express? I do not know, but the only way I think I could do this is to think in terms of only tonal values. I have not tried painting this way before, so it was a fun exercise.

The Open Field

Oil on panel, 8 by 10 inches

After I was done painting, I absentmindedly grabbed the roll of paper towels in my back pocket to clean up and realized that the roll of paper towels I thought I have forgot was in my back pocket all the time! It was my Homer-Simpson d’oh! moment. I think we all have those moments.

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