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You Will Like What I See -- Paul Jaisini
"Homage to Paul Jaisini Invisible Paintings from 1994" is the new series of artworks in the ongoing project "Art About Art" by the Gleitzeit International Group.
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If realistic pictures of great execution were described as paintings that only luck voice, the superflowing plastic Gleitzeit painting only luck the tune.
The attempt to communicate visual art through speech is a continuation of an art experiment that started as long ago in ancient Egypt, in archaic Greece, in medieval art where scrolls come out of the mouths from figures to show what they were saying.
When Jaisini paints straight on canvas without preliminary sketch he is close to a transitory moment of creation that becomes an apogee of human effort when an artist doesn’t premeditate art but pushed himself to make future visible not yet existing in any other form or ready sketch.
The artist’s mind is a container of his picture’s idea.
At this moment of art making many factors contribute to the execution of the painting. Questioning this many times anyone will hardly get the final answer because of the nature of inquiry to explain the moment of high inspiration. How a man could paint complex paintings that allow endless topics to write about? Meanwhile Jaisini paints in short time duration of few hours bringing out something never seen before and of immediate production, not the result of prepared studies and sketches.
Watching Jaisini speaking I try to see anything that could connect to his art.
Language of gestures and words could explain the artist’s language of color and imagery. Jaisini seems to be tense and relaxed simultaneously.
His human condition overcomes regular norms of life. He is instantly analytical and frivolous and like a great actor doesn’t need a mask or a make-up to enforce his transition in a role. For him paintings are like roles where he can explore ambiguities through faces of the images and linear plastic. A skillful master he in fact never contributed time to polish his skills.
The mastery comes from another source. The freshness of his approach maybe explained by the authentic method and refusal to overdo or over practice that often is an enemy of creativity substituting productivity for inspiration. An artist who is a mass producer of his one discovery is not an artist but a craftsman manufacturing artifacts automatically. Jaisini had never repeated himself in predictable way. The artist pointed out that he can’t repeat any of his painting when he might even intent to adding that it is too complicated and impossible to remember the way it was once painted, the layer of colors, the spontaneity of the line is unattainable for repetition.
I was interested to create a connection with thoughts and visual subjects of complexity because of their strong potential to communicate.
Communication with these paintings has resulted in desire to write and even to start a new art of imagination.
I think that Jaisini’s entanglement of lines and thoughts, colors and images had trapped me. The plasticity of line is something programmed to catch the attention. When you think that you just caught the line it runs away as flirtatious suitor. The plastic configuration of line that allures you with superflowing outlines is as potent in words and in vision as for instance a succulent fruit, a seductive nude, and aroma of flowers. The plasticity invites you to puzzle out hidden content as if it was a personal secret.
You might not stop even if it takes time as in my case after my curiosity was never satisfied with finding explanation.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
MANIFESTO GLEITZEIT 2015
PROLOGUE
Paul Jaisini was like a messiah, as you wish, who saw/understood the impending end and complete degeneration of Fine art or Art become and investment nothing more than that. He predicted the bubble pops art when everybody would eventually become an artist, including dogs cats and horses, because they as kids followed the main rule: express yourself without skills or knowledge or any aesthetic concerns. J. Pollack started pouring paints onto canvases; Julian Schnabel, former cab driver from NY, suddenly decided he could do better than what he saw displayed in galleries, so he started gluing dishes on canvases; A.Warhol, an industrial artist who made commercial silk-screen for the factories he worked in, started to exhibit "Campbell's soup" used for commercial adds... and later the thing that made him an "American Idol": by copying and pasting Hollywood celebrities (same type of posters he made before for movie theaters).
When Paul Jaisini stood out against the Me culture in the US by burning all of his own 120 brilliant paintings (according to the then-new director of Fort Worth MoMa Museum, who offered hin an exhibition of his art in 1992, and later the Metropolitan Museum curator, Phillippe de Montebello, in 1994).Paul probably assumed all fellow true fine artists would join him or stand by him against corruption of the art world.
And after 20 years of his stand-off...the time has finally come today. Many artists and humanitarians around the world took a place beside him. His invisible Paintings became a synonym for the future reincarnation of fine art and long lost harmony. The establishment is in panic! The "moneybags" (as Paul Jaisini named them) are in panic, because they invested BILLIONS of dollars in real crap made by
craftsmen. Now they realize that the reputation of American legends of expressionism was nothing but a copy of Russian avant-garde" Kazimir Malevich, Vasiliy Kandinsky and tens of others from France and Germany.. US tycoon investors were spending billions on "Me more original, than you". "Artist Shit" is a 1061 artwork by the Italian artist Piero Manzoni. The work consists of 90 tin cans, filled with feces. A tin can was sold for £124,000, 180,000 at Sothebys, 2007.
EPILOGUE
Before I resume promoting and admiring a very important art persona on today's international art arena, I'd like to clear up some BIG questions; people ask continuously and subconsciously, directly & indirectly: "Why does the name Paul Jaisini, flood the Internet in such "obnoxious" quantities that it's started suppressing some other activities that my friends might share with the rest of the Internet's Ego Me only Me www society? I can't just answer this... so I'll try to explain why I'm writing this: Jaisini's followers keep posting art and info about,
He IMHO the only hope in quickly decomposing visual fine art. "Paul Jaisini realized many years ago, in 1994, when he declared (at that time to himself only) the start of a New era, a New vision, that he is trying to redirect from the rat race, started by an establishment in post-war New York, long before the Internet culture.
Sub related information: Adolf Gottlieb, Mart Rothko, etc (after visiting Paris France in 1933):
"We must forget analytical art, we must express ourselves, as a 5 year old child would, without a developed consciousness. Forget about results - do what you feel, EXPRESS yourself with your own unique style"
With this statement Mark Rothko starts to teach his students, degeneration of fine art begins, and the generation of war of styles took a start signal of the material race, greatly rewarded by establishment "individual" - eccentric craftsmen - show business clowns.
Sub related Information: In the summer of 1936, Adolf Gottlieb painted more than 800 paintings, which was 20X more than he created in his whole art career as a painter, starting from the time of Gottlieb becomes a founding member of "The Ten" group in NYC "Group of Ten" was a very peculiar, enigmatic group... Based on a religious point of view;(where a human figure was prohibited from being created)
GLOSSARY
IN 1997, Paul Jaisini's best friend Ellen Y.K.Gottlieb started a cyber campaign by promoting on a very young Internet, back then, Paul Jaisini's burned paintings as Invisible Paintings, visible only through poetic essays. She and a handful of people saw his originals and were devastated that nobody could ever see them again. "We, his fans, believe that someday Paul will recreate his 120 burned paintings if he has any decency and moral obligation to his fans, who have dedicated decades to make it happen, for their Phoenix to rise from the ashes and the whole world will witness that all these years we spent to get him back to re-paint the Visuals again were not in vain," - said E.Y.K.Gottlieb in 2014 during the 20th anniversary celebration of Invisible Paintings to GIGroup in NYCity. So now, hopefully, this clears up why I and others do what we do - our "cyber terrorism" of good art, dedicated to Paul Jaisini's return, which is & and was our mission & our goal. We post good art to fight "troll art" which is worthless pics, after being passed through 1-click filters of free web apps. We are, in fact, against this www pops pollution, done with "bubble art" by the out of control masses with 5 billon pics a day: Pics of cats, memes, quotes,national geographic sunsets and waterfalls, not counting their own daily "selfies: and whatever self-indulging Me-ego-Me affairs, sponsored happily by photo gadget companies like Canon, Nikon, Sony...who churn out higher quality madness tools at lower cost.
This way Government taking away attention from the real world crisis of lowest morality & economical devastation. The masses are too easily re-engineered/manipulated by the Establishment PopsStyle delivered to them by pop music and Hollywood "super" stars. In 1992 Paul Jaisini's Gleitzeit theory predict such a massive, pops self-entertain madness, following technologicalexplosion, but not in illusive scales.
Uber Aless @2015 NYC USA
NOTE Date's numbers and events can be slightly inaccurate.
#gleitzeit #paul-jaisini #invisible #painting #art #futurism #art-news,
medium.com/art-submissions/poor-little-web-thing-by-stell... Stelly Riesling: there's a subtle anti-consumerism statement in this work,
which is perfect for the holiday shopping craze, so i might as well mention it
here. much of what we own is made of plastic that is consumed ravenously,
thanks to super cheap labor overseas, so all the digital gadgets are as
accessible to the poor as the rich, and both are deceiving themselves in
believing their lives have more significance carrying these "mini super
computers" and being "connected" at all times to the rest of the world; giving
them a false sense of security; filling a massive void of loneliness in their
lives and hearts through an unrelenting need to be engaged in constant
activity to help escape the horror of reality, i.e. socializing... ironic
isn't it. So why are girls allowed to get away with bikinis vs lingerie...
i've seen plenty bikinis expose waaaaay more femininity than underwear and
bras, and i've seen girls strike poses more scandalous than cute yoga
stretches in their bikinis. it's the come-hither look that makes this "adult
content" - otherwise she's just a girl showing off her flexibility with the
whimsical idea that she hasn't grown out of her infancy when she did the same
exact thing shown here. why must artists ALWAYS take the heat for others'
dirty minds... by constantly discussing things that bother them in a highly
subjective manner, they're part of the problem in making everything wrong and
taboo by blowing things out of proportion, actively searching for black cats
in dark rooms where they don't exist and actually finding them.i simply had to
address an issue that has become a thorn in my side because so many people
can't or won't look beyond the 2-dimensional plane to which they're so
accustomed in society and media. i wish they would at least try to have a
semi-intelligent discussion with me instead of outright attack me or my work.
An Artist and Two Rats – Tale for children
There lived an artist. He was looking funny in appearance. His hands were often soiled with paints and on the tip of his nose there was a black spot from a chalk which he used to draw his sketches. The artist was very forgetful. He could forget to eat lunch. He could forget to go to sleep when it’s dark and everyone is asleep. He could forget a lot of things. In addition to his forgetfulness he also had a strange quality to be thinking and not to hear when he is spoken to, not being deaf. Simply he always thought about a new picture and therefore could not always answer to a raised question. But people assumed that he was deaf in fact and they started to talk to him louder. And this was very funny. The artist lived at a large studio with enormous windows under the very roof of five story building. Sometimes he walked up the stairs to the dark and mysterious attic. The attic allured him with its secret treasures. The bottle of milk, fresh bread, fruits, few boiled eggs, a piece of smoked meet, very appetizingly looking, were brought to his door daily. He almost never went out from his studio. A craw fish is almost like an artist in this habit never to get out of its shell, filled with secretive plans and ideas. The artist lived like this, like real hermit, for many years, because he was a man who dedicated himself to one business. He wanted to paint many pictures. He dreamed a lot about that time when he will come out from his studio with 1000 paintings and will stun all of the world with his art. For this he forgot all the fun and pleasantries. He could think of nothing but his pictures. From aside it could be thought of him that he was a little odd, but people around him knew that he was very kind and funny. But they also knew that it is in vain to talk to him, as to the question how is he doing he could answer off the point with another question like: Does it look like it going to rain? Looks cloudy! He was only concerned with the rain, as he was scared that clouds will close the sun and in his studio there will be no light. He will not be able to work on his pictures. As it is very important for the artist to have a lot of day light to see the true color of paints. The artificial light changes colors. Blue seems a bit greenish from yellow light. Sometimes the artist felt very lonely. He had no friends, and sometimes he desperately wanted to chat with someone. As he occasionally could forget to eat his food, it remained on the table till the next day. But the next day the artist would notice that the bread, cheese and eggs were bitten off. He thought that he may not be as lonely as it seems. Now, even if he ate all food he would leave some food bits on the table.
And so, once, at night he didn’t go to sleep but instead quietly sat on the chair and awaited for the emergence of his unknown friend at the table in search for leftover food. Thinking about a picture as always he was as if in a dream when suddenly he heard a noise, a sound of stepping feet. He became alert. The moon light was illuminating his studio. On the easels as always there were blank canvases ready for the next picture. Paints were laying everywhere, on shelves, on the floor, on the table, on the chairs, on the bed, even in the sink. Brushes were sticking out here and there. As the artist was preoccupied with his thoughts of pictures he always forgot to tidy up. That’s why sometimes he had to search for a long time for necessary thing, lost in chaos. The sounds were very loud, and no wonder as in the huge empty studio the acoustic effect was v! ery strong at night with the absolute silence. The sound of running steps seem very loud as if it was a cat or a dog. The artist was surprised, how could he not notice such a big animal, and why does it show up only in the darkness? He even felt a little chill, what if it’s a ghost?
Commonly artists are like children, believing in all kinds of magic things. But soon the mystery was uncovered when in front of him appeared two well fed rats with long tails. They had sparkly little eyes. The artist was not at all upset. He liked rats unlike most people. He considered that rats are very smart animals and not at all ugly. The arrival of rats could be a result of food smell reaching the attic where they lived. One rat was named by the artist Black Ear. The other a bit smaller was named Laura.
Since that day he didn’t feel as lonely. When he wanted to chat he called the rats by names and with time they started to understand him and reply to his calls. Sometimes he dedicated time to special training. The rats got used to him and was not scared. With a degree of pleasure and virtuosity they carried out any set assignment. And the artist sometimes was touched as how smart and apt they were. The rats perhaps were greatly surprised by how many pictures they have seen at the artist’s home. At their hole in the attic they had none. They almost got addicted to art. The artist probably realized that as on one good day, in honor of the anniversary of their friendship he presented each rat each with the painting. And than the rats understood that the artist was unusually talented as he managed to bring out all the rat’s essence and meaning in his canvases. The artist on his behalf respected his cute friends. As no other man he had learned about goodness, smartness and kindness of rats. Once they have saved him from horrific misfortune, a fire which could kill the artist, but more importantly all of his pictures. And this how it was: As soon as a burning candle fell to start up the fire with paper on the table, Laura miraculously ran up to the candle and overturned a staying close by can with water, used to clean watercolor brushes. And maybe if not this friendship of the artist and his rats, never the dear dream of showing the world the thousand pictures and pronunciation of his real genius would come true.
Text copyrights by Ellen Yustas Kotz-Gottlieb All rights reserved New York, 2014 send private comments to author Ellen Yustas Kotz-Gottlieb @ellenykg on twitter
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Marble Lady – A painting by Jaisini
In his art, Jaisini insists on overcoming of the dehumanization and the suppression of sensuality.
In every historical period there are ideas and problems that are expressed but will not come to pass. Jaisini seeks to identify this idea in the present, excavate it from the past, and invent it in a new way for the future. In the murky, anxious world of ours, in the midst of the soul's confusions and multiplying moral losses, the artist seeks and always finds some big and small islands of eternal truths, and asserts the indestructible age-long parables that reveal these truths in the new light, in his own system of sign-images.
I realized that the more you look at "Gleitzeit" works and think, the more you see, feel, and understand—but never completely, as the works always have too many aspects for anyone to fully comprehend
There is always some kind of "space" in the painting, in which the observer feels free, without a persistent prompting of the artist, to use his own system of perception.
To me, "Marble Lady" seems a late modern modification of the Greek myth of the sculptor Pygmalion, who used his illusionist skill to satisfy a private fantasy of the ideal woman.
Disappointed by the imperfections of the opposite sex, he created Galatea out of marble. During a festival in honor of Venus, Pygmalion prayed for a woman as perfect as his statue.
Venus answered his prayer by bringing his statue to life and eliminating the boundary between reality and illusion. In Jaisini's "Marble Lady," the object of the intense desire remains alluring, yet perpetually distant. Desire of the others is often imagined in terms of a fetish.
So-called civilized man can be considered in light of his delight of the female form. In "Marble Lady," we find the two types of spectatorship: the masculine and the non-masculine.
Therefore, an image of the woman is defined through the desire of both spectators, the unmanly poet and the savage who may well be a subscriber to "Penis Power Quarterly."
The statue of Galatea was, and still is, the symbol of fictional perfection, a result of the search for an ideal woman that parallels the artist's own creative urge.
A post-feminist culture has found a way to reinvent the woman as she once was: eager to appear attractive again.
"Marble Lady" enables male domination by being unreachable and desirable.
The construction of such a female identity fiction can inspire both high and low natures.
In all of his works, Jaisini unites the high and low principles, integrating art into the material life, breaking out of art's ivory tower.
"Marble Lady" is a compact, pyramidal composition of the "trio."
As in all of his works, Jaisini subdues the figures to the articulation of line and its rhythmic connection between forms in space—a sort of analytical process based on the line swinging which inspires up ideas, shapes, and colors.
These line arabesques are the highly individual textures of Jaisini's art. A decorative role of the painting's color is to illustrate the temperature contrast between the heated environment and the marble-cold statue. In modern and postmodern times, there are increasingly fewer outlets for the sensual urges and desires that lay at the origin of human society that imposes restrictions.
Sexuality remained beyond the scope of most art history. Interaction between male and female is still responsible for the continued functioning of the universe.
Marble Lady (Oil painting) by Paul Jaisini, New York 2003
Text copyright 2003 by Yustas Kotz-Gottlieb. All rights reserved.
We're here to honor to remember the sacrifice these artists have made in honor of G-d, as the g-d's opponents in re-creation of the odd universe. We're here today to honor these "revels with unknown cause" to remember their achievements and their dedication, and to say thank you for what they did. Thinking of the great egoists who join us today only in spirit.
They possessed pride, determination, selflessness, dedication to their minds' sickness - all the qualities needed to serve rich bastards as themselves.
Today, people throughout the world will gather together to remember and to pay gratitude to those famous artists who have served the "top of the social pyramid" and "money bags"... they were one small spark that created a flame that will burn to the ground not only human achievements, but all the harmony created by G-d himself smile emoticon
The real artist's enormous dedication in the past creates a new under-educated and brainwashed "majority" drowning our planet's beauty in its own negative reflection.
One small way we can honor those who have made the ultimate sacrifice so that we can live in freedom of thought lies within our Paul Jaisini's presence here today, and that of the people gathering across the world, is a homage to those who created Paul Jaisini's presence.
From the spirits of those pioneering fine art, who shivered and starved through the winter in the muddy trenches of 19th century France, to the young new-thinking artists following the Messiah of the future...
It is a way to say: we are ready, Paul Jaisini!
Returning to heaven, this what it felt like to me and nothing mattered but reality of a fact: there is a place of heaven for me here on Earth. If I allow my rushing thoughts to rewind the events of my everyday life, see all the faces, hear all the voices from just one typical day it would only reinforce the elation I am feeling as I return now to study at the arts school.
I am so pumped to get back to painting as I return to the second year of the art school after a full year suspension. As always it is like time-travel culturally speaking, like walking right into the middle ages going through the antique building’s portal.
Art studios are the huge L-shaped lofts with super tall ceilings 20 feet no less with the wall to wall windows so that sunlight illuminates the space from south and east side designed for the purpose so that one could paint there from morning till sunset.
There are classical gypsum sculptures, expensive copies of Venus de Milo, David, Laocoön in the art studio. Heavy duty old wood shelves are filled with the gypsum noses, eyes, lips, feet, and palms.
Sketching the gypsum body parts helps you to build the classic academic base on which stands the whole modern and contempo art. This sort of teaching is specific for the art schools that preserve the traditions they had been founded on. There is only few art schools like this and of this caliber left now. Could be that this is the only legendary school that continues to function as if nothing had changed in the world. In the rest of the world with billions of some art classes nobody knows what does the old tradition of art school is for, its totally unfashionable.
Studying classic art here is the foundation for creativity in any of the art styles.
The smell of art is what defines the studio but not from human presence, something like an aroma reminiscent of the eastern market where smoke from hookaahs mix with the oil vapors, exotic fragrance from candles and spices.
The Art Studios were never renovated since the times they were built over 150 years ago. The wood floors are saturated with art oils as if the floor is waxed with the organic oils from nuts, linen ( linseed oil, poppy seed oil, and so forth.) Adding to the mix the varnishes used by painters (pine wood varnish, Dammar varnish and others) It makes this ART SMELL to be the most intoxicating and ever-lasting musk.
The instance you enter the studio space you feel the belonging to a knighthood and the whole art history. You are the undivided part of those people who left their creation imprints.
Super pumped up after the long break up with the arts after my full year of non-stop party marathons I had returned to the bohemian life style.
Actually my other life style wasn't any different from the bohemian.
The only difference is that there is some meaning in the bohemian life style, something to create, to shape. Not just spend time doing sports and girls but something on a whole 'nother level only with the same sub text and by far more emotionally connected.
The bohemian I think is much more my thing, that fits me as a person. Maybe because my old man is the greatest sculptor.
He is color blind so apparently I took up the torch, I have a very special sense for color.
There could be an inborn human predicament or inborn genius.
I returned into the world to kiss its ground. I like everything about it, the babeville and its fashion circus.
The art students are known to come up with endless varieties of how to be stylish.
Take me for example, I am chilling in a suit jacket. It was professionally hand-tailored out of a denim Pajamas with stripes and starry silk underlining.
Blue Reincarnation Narcissus by Jaisini
The theme of Narcissus in Paul Jaisini’s “Blue…” may be paralleled with the problem of the two-sexes-in-one, unable to reproduce and, therefore, destined to the Narcissus-like end. Meanwhile, the Narcissus legend lasts.
In the myth of Narcissus a youth gazes into the pool. As the story goes, Narcissus came to the spring or the pool and when his form was seen by him in the water, he drowned among the water-nymphs because he desired to make love to his own image.
Maybe the new Narcissus, as in “Blue Reincarnation,” is destined to survive by simply changing his role from a passive man to an aggressive woman and so on. To this can be added that, eventually, a man creates a woman whom he loves out of himself or a woman creates a man and loves her own image but in the male form. The theme of narcissism recreates the ‘lost object of desire.’ “Blue” also raises the problem of conflating ideal actual and the issue of the feminine manhood and masculine femininity.
There is another story about Narcissus’ fall which said that he had a twin sister and they were exactly alike in appearance. Narcissus fell in love with his sister and, when the girl died, would go to the spring finding some relief for his love in imagining that he saw not his own reflection but the likeness of his sister. “Blue” creates a remarkable and complex psychopathology of the lost, the desired, and the imagined. Instead of the self, Narcissus loves and becomes a heterogeneous sublimation of the self. Unlike the Roman paintings of Narcissus which show him alone with his reflection by the pool, the key dynamic in the Jaisini’s “Blue” is the circulation of the legend that does not end and is reincarnated in transformation when auto-eroticism is not permanent and is not single by the definition.
In “Blue,” we risk being lost in the double reflection of a mirror and never being able to define on which side of the mirror Narcissus is. The picture’s color is not a true color of spring water. This kind of color is a perception of a deep seated human belief in the concept of eternity, the rich saturated cobalt blue.
The ultra-hot, hyper-real red color of the figure of Narcissus is not supposed to be balanced in the milieu of the radical blue. Paul Jaisini realizes the harmony in the most exotic colors combination. While looking at “Blue,” we can recall the spectacular color of night sky deranged by a vision of some fierce fire ball. The disturbance of colors create some powerful and awe-inspiring beauty.
In the picture’s background, we find the animals’ silhouettes which could be a memory reflection or dream fragments. In the story, Narcissus has been hunting - an activity that was itself a figure for sexual desire in antiquity. Captivated by his own beauty, the hunter sheds a radiance that, one presumes, reflects to haunt and foster his desire. The flaming color of the picture’s Narcissus alludes to the erotic implications of the story and its unresolved problem of the one who desires himself and is trapped in the erotic delirium. The concept can be applied to an ontological difference between the artist’s imitations and their objects. In effect, The Jaisini’s Narcissus could epitomize artistic aspiration to the control levels of reality and imagination, to align the competition of art and life, of image with imaginable prototype.
Paul Jaisini’s “Blue” is a unique work that adjoins the reflection to reality without any instrumentality. “Blue” is a single composition that depicts the reality and its immediate reflection. Jaisini builds the dynamics of the desire between Narcissus and his reflection-of-the-opposite by giving him the signs of both sexes, but not for the purpose of creating a hermaphrodite. The case of multiple deceptions in “Blue” seems to be vital to the cycle of desire. Somehow it reminds one of the fate of the artists and their desperate attempts to evoke and invent the nonexistent.
“Blue” is a completely alien picture to Jaisini’s “Reincarnation” series. The pictures of the series are painted on a plain ground of canvas that produces the effect of free space filled with air. “Blue,” to the contrary, is reminiscent of an underwater lack of air; the symbolic meanings of this picture’s texture and color contributes to the mirage of reincarnation.
“Blue Reincarnation” (Oil painting) by Paul Jaisini
New York 2002, Text Copyright: Yustas Kotz-Gottlieb
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
…we went upstairs into a spacious studio. The invigorating, nutty smell of
oil paint delighted my senses. It seemed as if I had stepped inside of the
painting. The enormous room dissolved the concentrated scent of oil paints and transformed into Asian perfume. Stepping inside an artist’s studio every time put me into the position of Alice in Wonderland. Surrounded by scattered paintings, brushes, pallets, paint tubes, roles of canvases, and sketch pads, I was searching for the special conversational piece. If I could only find the right piece, which would be the artist’s favorite, I knew it
would break the ice. The first painting that caught my attention put me suddenly under hypnosis and I don’t recall for how long I was staring at it, whether it was a minute or an hour. This is not, in any way, an exaggeration but a real-live experience.
Evidently, Jaisini noticed that I was trapped by one of his paintings and broke the silence.
-Do you like that piece, or are you looking for a starting point to criticize it?
However it is, I welcome your criticisms rather than flattery.
-Your painting develops in my mind like photosensitive paper in a developer. On second thought, I sense an aesthetic pleasure from just the color harmony, but I still need more time-I said.
-No problem, take your time while I finish a sketch.
I had to postpone the interview in order to get a better look at the painting
that captured me. The artist put on some classical music. I began taking notes about what I had seen while he was silently sketching. As time flew
by, it was getting dark outside and the music ended long ago. I glanced at
the watch and realized that 4 hours had already elapsed and I didn’t even start the interview.
Jaisini was still concentrating on his work and it was obvious that I should’ve called it a day. Setting the convenient time for tomorrow I left.
…we met at the café.
I could tell that Jaisini was in a good mood and the interview has a better chance today. Perhaps his work went well, I thought. Jaisini greeted me as someone he had already befriended….
…-Positively, the painting I was contemplating in your studio sticks to my mind
Jaisini answered;
-It happens to many. I like this cafe. It is always so picturesque. The people
here make it colorful. For example, do you see that waitress?
-The small blond in her late thirties?
-Yes, her name is Nancy. Three years ago she told me that she wanted to become famous and in her free time she writes a script for a movie, convincing me that it will be the first script of its kind, a love story based on
her memoir.
Jaisini smiled charmingly, adding: -Oh, no, I am not joking. I believe in her. Once I invited her to the studio, as
she seemed like such a peculiar person. I was just finishing my painting called “Organ Grinder”. She declared frankly and firmly: ”I want this picture. How much?”
I explained to her that I don’t sell paintings.
Then I experienced certain chemistry. When such a “simple” person, but still
the one who writes the script, says: “I want the “Organ Grinder”, it was the
strangest thing. I didn’t like the painting one bit and after that, all of a sudden, I started seeing it in a different light of something very pure and
divine. She wanted so badly to own the picture that she induced her desire on me. I think that to create this “divine” we have to get down with people, declass to become simple and understand art with awe. Even though Gleitzeit is not for regular people, it can be understood by a mailman who asked me for an autograph, by an immigrant who came to the US to earn
money, or by a priest from England who told me that this art is for intellectuals, not for ambitious people who say, “I understand this art while others don’t.”.
-Do you think that your pictures relate to people as if they are puzzles of human life?
-When a man is awake, a man is asleep; everything encloses. And when you enclose your line you create the reality in which the man truly exists not knowing that he is entrapped in a secluded world of his own doing which he cannot escape. The enclosed line may provoke the desire to breakout, to find an exit.
-The question arises, what is fine art now and who needs it? The elite?
-Yes, but people crave art too if a mailman asked me for my autograph on a postcard after I had to explain him about the picture he saw. Before I explained the painting the man felt scared of breaking his head over it. It is understandable when in schools art is taught as an entertainment, not as a psychological significance, a process of growth, a visualization of today’s reality, an analysis of social life and ancient history, or the world’s history that brought people to the technical progress.
- To build a family is more important for that man.
-Yes, he understands his purpose of trying to build a family of five with eighteen grandchildren. A man’s genetic structure is of a turtle’s and is directed to one, laying eggs by any means and returning in a year through six thousand miles across the ocean to lay eggs again at the same place. But pay attention that bravado of the civilized world brings a realization that everything is a sham. Real is what is encoded by nature; real is when you see a beautiful ocean, a beautiful sunrise, or the grace of a horse. This is real.
- Then what is fine art? Is fine beautiful or good?
-Beautiful. It began from nature, from the copying of beautiful bodies of people and horses…. My main direction in art is most progressive, to achieve in composition the grace of color combinations, an intellectual color climax, tone, contrast, and so on. The idea of the painting unites in itself everything we see in the real world, but in an intricate, puzzle-like concept.
-Art in America is a tendency for immediate recognition. The remembrance is strictly visual since there was no comprehension. First they want to see that it’s different. What about Gleitzeit, how do you see this visual effect expressed?
-A regular person, either a lady florist, my tennis partner, or a teenage cowboy comes to my studio and says: “I don’t understand this art and
I don’t want to see it, it’s not mine. When the lady florist starts seeing some figures in a painting, she shouts, “I see! Look! Look! I see it now!” like a child. A man denies what he doesn’t understand as an immediate reaction. An everyday man is brought up on the understanding of natural grace. He doesn’t assimilate it in an abstract
way. He sees an egg and a hen and points out which are the egg and the hen. In my picture he can’t say that this is an egg and this is a hen at first. Moreover, he can’t say what came first, the egg or the hen. He sees something very simple or very complicating. The man refuses to do an effort. Slowly, not even slowly, but pretty quickly the man can
transform if he learns.
-Do you want to change the process of art cognition? The judgment is not based on the appearance since ‘we’ve seen all there is to see’ with and without philosophy, like when they sell us Coca-Cola they tell us about the transcendental. We are understanding folks. Do you want this “flat” cognition to change?
- A man is looking for an escape. I try to attach him to a thread in the picture, which is twisted, to untangle it. What is next? Did he learn something? Yes, and he also begins to understand abstraction after the knot is undone. This is flexitime. Will the work turn blank? No, since it still has an idea. If it would be an automated drawing by a schoolchild that may look like something there is no concept. In my art you have an idea and mastership. The key is the artist’s mastership. A weak painting will not survive. What is left to the spectator is aesthetic pleasure and confidence.
-What if people ask you for a simpler art? Why do they have to untangle your art?
- I answer simply. It’s not my doing and decision. I didn’t decide it. The art critics said so, they who studied art all their life and read volumes of books. They say that they analyzed it and it has this and that meaning, non other. That an artist is a reflection of society.
- Do you consider yourself a reflection?
-No, I don’t. Philosophers try to understand what is art and life. I only
insist that grace will not diminish in value.
… and I caught myself on a thought that I wanted to know how the story with the scriptwriter waitress ended. If the painting is still in the artist’s holdings I would like to see it to know why she wanted it so badly. And I asked…From 48 hours of the Interview with Paul Jaisini in his New York studio
Robert goes to art studio of Paul Jaisini.
Next afternoon Robert came to the art studio, a place jam-packed with paintings, drawings and photographs. Surprised he immediately saw many pieces he would like to buy. The artist showed Robert his portfolio of a series of works. Robert asked if he could buy it outright. The check was written from a new account of a Medical Clinic & Research Laboratories.
After spending hours in the Studio Robert didn’t understand what was so magnetic about this industrial loft with huge fans, simple wood tables, and walls covered with pictures of various sizes.
The artist was a slender man with intense hazel stare and bohemian layback manners. His linen pants rolled up, the white paper thin tea shirt contrasted his tan muscular hands. He walked barefoot stepping on his paintings.
Soon Robert believed that few paintings had to be his only to realize that sometimes “must have” things could be hard to get. When inquired about these particular pictures he saw how the artist’s mood suddenly changed. His smile melted away as a seagull disappearing in fog that Robert saw on one of the photographs. The artist grew melancholic as if a brush layered a grimacing twist over the man’s flashing smile. His eyes stopped glowing with sensual warmth of happiness.
Robert explained that having these paintings at the lab could radically improve the austere atmosphere and help scientists to work on a groundbreaking research.
Just as suddenly the artist exclaimed relieved: “Then you could hang my paintings for the time of your work. We’d sign a loan contact. I just can’t sell those. This largest oil is called Euphoria.”
Robert was impressed. He never saw a picture of such luminosity and harmony. You could view it for hours with all superimposing silhouettes.
A euphoric wave visualized! Robert almost caught a high while perceiving the picture’s subtle vivacity staring to see all at once to the point of hallucination.Did the semi-abstract figures start moving? Now Robert could understand the artist. If he owned this painting he would never sell it. “I also need your advice” he said when the artist offered him to drink just prepared chamomile tea with honey and lemon.
“Would you happened to know how to turn a plain office space into a place worthy to hang your paintings?”
The artist sipped on his tea. Then he mentioned of scenic designers he knows who might be competent in interior design he knew nothing about.
Robert agreed the idea sounded interesting. The typical interior designers tend to fill the space to the point that it looks like a furniture showroom.
“I don’t know why, -- he tried to explain, “this need for emotional stimulus. I used to see nothing but surgical instruments, light plain colors soon to be decorated with red runs. My eyes would usually find rest on the view of my nurse’s breast and such. Long time ago I used to date an artist, she liked my scalpels for sharpening pencils.”
An Artist and Two Rats – A tale for children
There lived an artist. He was funny-looking in appearance. His hands were often soiled with paints, and on the tip of his nose there was usually a black smudge from the chalk that he used to draw his sketches. The artist was very forgetful. He could forget to eat lunch. He could forget to go to sleep when it was dark and everyone else was asleep. He could forget a lot of things. In addition to his forgetfulness, he also had a strange quality: although we wasn’t deaf, sometimes he would be thinking so hard, he wouldn’t hear when he was spoken to. He might simply be thinking about a new picture and not answer a question. So people sometimes assumed that he was, in fact, deaf, and started to talk louder to him. And this was very funny.
The artist lived in a large studio with enormous windows right under the attic of a five-story building. Sometimes he walked up the stairs to the dark and mysterious attic. The attic lured him with its secret treasures.
A bottle of milk, fresh bread, some fruit, a few boiled eggs, and a piece of smoked meet—all very appetizing looking—were brought to his door daily. He almost never left his studio. In this habitat, an artist is almost like a crawfish: never getting out of its shell, filled with secretive plans and ideas.
The artist lived like this—like a hermit—for many years, because he was a man who dedicated himself to one obsession: he wanted to paint many pictures. He dreamed a lot about a time when he would come out from his studio with a thousand paintings and stun the entire world with his art. He didn’t even think about fun and pleasantries. He could think of nothing but his pictures. Outsiders thought he was a little odd, but people around him knew that he was very kind and funny. But they also knew that it was pointless to talk to him; even if they only asked how is he was doing, he might answer with an unrelated question like: “Does it look like it going to rain? Looks cloudy!” He was always concerned with the rain, because he knew that clouds would block the sun, and there would be no light in his studio. He would not be able to work on his pictures, because it is very important for an artist to have a lot of daylight to see the true color of paints. Artificial light changes colors; blue seems a bit green in the yellowish light, for instance.
Sometimes the artist felt very lonely. He had no friends, and sometimes he desperately wanted to chat with someone. As he occasionally could forget to eat his food, it sometimes remained on the table until the next day. But the next day the artist would notice that the bread, cheese, and eggs had been chewed on a little. He thought that he might not be as lonely as it seemed. After that, even if he ate all the food he would leave some crumbs on the table.
Barbie Q
Oil on Linen Plywood support Early Period W x H (“) 32 x 36 Early Period
The artist continues to find inspiration in subjects that appeal to human character such as the wedding and at the same time could disturb ideology of middle classes’ comfort by mocking its attachment to a cosmetized happiness in a painting called Barbie Q.
Wedding is a symbol for immediate personal gratification cultivated in any culture. Jaisini places on top of the painting’s composition where one would least expect it, naked spread up legs of full-bodied woman whose upper part is not visible cut by the painting’s edge. It seems quite inappropriate and provoking in a context of a wedding dinner party that takes place at the table below, covered with the white cloth. Showing the raw naked piece of body in explicit position the artist could have intended to criticize infantilism. In popular culture childishness is a voice of bourgeoisie. A voice of desire to live in a fairy tale without any growth of spirituality and the popular culture promises everything, a revolution of being childlike.
But the offer remains unrealized. In art Jaisini targets banality and shallow primitivism of escapists by embodied new angle to the everyday reality. Simple body pleasures manifest the real existence of the self. Each participant of Hot Dog Party and Barbie Q is only interested in his/her own enjoyment. All are tempted by the physical drives of lower mind.
They will never abandon the sense of world with ceaseless desire to enjoy thus they will never release the souls from the cycle of birth and death. A common man inherits his fear of death. The body that can enjoy the fruits is mortal while spirit never quits. In Hot Dog Party evil phantoms accompany all jubilates. In Barbie Q a similar role is endowed to the Bull who is an object of worship in primitive cultures/religions for its strength and fertilizing power. Not by an accident Jaisini substitutes the image of the Phantom for the explicit hint of his concept as the bull’s image could direct criticism of human characters in art in various ways.