Invention is the Mother of Necessity Fille

attrib to  A Carracci

It started out with Necessity.  She was invention’s mother as in you need something, you make something.  She was like some mothers who say, “go make something of yourself.” 

So Invention did.  Invention made so many things.  And then we got used to the things and decided we couldn’t live without them.  (We’re like that with computers now — remember back when we didn’t have computers…?)  So, soon the inventions are necessities, which in turn become mothers to more inventions. 

Got that?

It’s a classic mother/daughter resemblance.

I found this image in my book on Annibale Carracci.  I used to not own a book on Annibale Carracci, then someone invented this particular book, and it became my necessity, and I couldn’t live without it.  And I don’t.  I bought a copy — where I found this picture — which now I share with you.  Actually, to be picky, it’s only attributed to Carracci.  But what the hey?

We should all be making something like this.  It’s very modern.  Faces looming out of landscapes.  Feeling the inspiration yet?

The Other Koi Pond

The other koi pond is coming along too.  I have two ponds of fish in my studio now.  Each pond has its own personality.  These fish are more idiosyncratic.  They are each going in different directions.  Big fish and little fish pass each other, each on their separate fishy errands. 

The little yellow fish strikes me as especially resolute.  She swishes somewhere very emphatically.  She is a bright, optimistic little swimmer.

The painting is 30 x 40 inches, oil on canvas.

Coming up to the surface

My painting of the koi (originally posted on July 14) is coming along.  It’s not finished yet, but the fish are beginning to swim to the top.  I please myself in the discovery that many of my pictures seem to contain metaphors about painting.  (I love the art of painting, and hope that I am and always will be her champion.)

Just as the last layers of paint are the ones that really make the image exist, so the coming of the fish to the surface is like the idea arising into sight. Ideas in art come to us from depths, like images from dreams.  But in the act of painting we bring them toward the light and make them visible.

A Real Mountain

The folds of the cloth in the previous post have become a true mountain here.  You could almost just invent a landscape from start to finish by laying out some heavy cloth on a table, letting it pile into a crest, watching the daylight from a near by window carve out its fissures and cliffs while changing the colors a little to something stony and grey.

The forms of nature bear resemblances that are more than just skin deep.  In the mountain as well as the drapery, what the artist really draws is gravity and light!

[Top of the post:  Mountain of Imagination, by Aletha Kuschan]

Life Imitating Life

The light from trees refracted through the glass panels of my balcony look a little like waves upon a tree lined pond.  Since the panels are manmade, I suppose this is a different way of depicting.

Anyway, it’s certainly very pretty.  Also, it’s a reminder always to be alert to the visual metaphors around you.  (They are everywhere.)

[photo by the author]