Theater Playbill for Lucky Stiff, a production by Gaslight Theater in the mid 2000’s.
Theater Playbill for Cinderella Enchanted, the musical by Rogers and Hammerstein for a production at Gaslight Theater in Hallowell, Maine in 2011.
An oil for an exhibit about human trafficking.
In the ongoing conversation on composition I thought I would dissect this painting, Summer Entourage, a large oil, 52 x 52 inches. Summer Entourage is about many things, family, friends, summer days of Augusta, and also about the passage of time. Some lyrical moments of summer can seem both timeless and fleeting, beautiful moments, glimpses of magic slipping by and yet eternal. In the painting you feel the haze will burn off, there is a freshet of breeze picking up; the weather will change. The family is heading up the path, the beach adventure done? or off to new things? we don’t know.
To tell a story with paint, composition is the most important tool. This painting is a fairly ‘blond’ piece, no dramatic lighting, no strong chiaroscuro effects, so I have removed one compositional ‘punch’ tool of strong contrast. I wanted to portray one of those hazy, sun-bleached days of high summer on the Maine coast, where the light from the sun is snagged in the air and on the water; all are intense and rippling around us.
Compositionally, one thing to remember is that geometric shapes are strong, eye grabbers. Making the reddish parasol a nearly complete circle pulls our eye right away…and the strong points of the parasol structure intensify this. Even though we have a large foreground figure which would normally draw the eye I wanted the action to start at the back and move forward. so we have the solid the round parasol…also note the most saturated color in the painting is the red band on the woman’s white hat right in the middle of the parasol. and her overall reddish block. When I am creating a painting lots of thoughts roam through my head. Remember this is a hazy morning so for me the round parasol, just cresting the horizon is like a big rising sun…as we know red sun in morning means change in the weather. Okay, so my mind wanders all over the place…but it makes for paintings that are not just someone else’s cookie cutter.
So the parasol grabs our eye and starts the motion.
A lone figure can be strong but here we have a group…and groups within this group. The two left figures are linked visually with the deeper values and the strong verticals of folds of the parasol lady and stripes on the guy’s t-shirt…and red echoing each other.
The two right-hand foreground figures are tied together with the bunched action or knot of the woman’s hand holding a book and wedged between her braid and the angled pink shirt tail of the woman behind…note the strong red accents. In my initial sketches I had the braid on the other side of her neck but moved it to help tie the visual knot of these two together. The intense red of the braid links us back with the left duo. This is a family, each with her own space and thoughts but happily together as well.
To help pull these two forward I stabbed in with pure black leggings against the white sand path. The strongest value contrast of the painting. And form a color block when woven together with the black in the striped leggings behind. Patterns are strong and pull the eye. You will also note the echoes in these figures with the stances and gazes of the left hand pair. Similar tilt and hat to the background figures of each pair. And the guitar guy, my son, and his new wife (with the book) both stride and gaze in the same direction….their arms also mirror images of each other. Is this composition or concept? So you see they are inseparable.
Little things: the guy’s shirt was a problem for a bit. I had it in my head to keep the shirt pale so he would merge with the background…but this was not working…so that is when he went dark and tied in as a visual block with the background woman…that worked much better. The last thing I added was the stripes to his shirt. He is very close to the canvas edge….as close as I could get without losing the head of the guitar. Being this close, combined with his gaze off scene might make him fall out of the canvas. So the stripes echoing the red robe folds and the strong black/white stripes that are tight on the opposite edge of the canvas hold him in.
The right hand trio are much ‘blonder’ and are tucked in an inverted triangle.. that echoes the inverted triangle of the vertical parasol, the bent elbow the “v of the white over shirt and green shirt decolletage. I wanted these three to continue the slow walking up the path. Their clothes are very blond, visually merging with the blond grasses. You can create motion with strong contrasts but sometimes you can entice motion by letting shapes slip passed each other.
The painting is full of paced verticals, particularly in the left and right figure pairs. Vertical stripes, arms. braid, beach blanket, shirt tails. These verticals march across giving a slow steady pace.
The other parasol and central figure, (Jen, my wife, by the way), this figure changed a lot as the painting evolved in the sketch pad. At first she was walking along lost in her own thoughts, gazing to the right, her parasol tilted to the right as well…note the watercolor study. But somehow having them all slowly walking made the painting more static. Yes, more static, and interestingly made them lose their own thoughts, they were just cogs in a moving pattern, not what i wanted. I wanted thinking, moving individuals but all part of the adventurous band, my family. Then in one scribble on the drawing pad, I stopped this figure and turned her to look at us. Suddenly the painting had a lot more motion and was much more dynamic. You have to keep pushing a composition until you squeeze everything out of it.
Once I had stopped her it all came together. I brought her parasol almost, not quite, but almost to vertical. Full vertical would have locked her in place. I put in the accent of the pure horizontal island so we could see the parasol’s tiny slant. The tiny cant gives her pause in her stroll but she will continue on in just another moment. Then the rest fell into place…merging her skirt with the grasses. Putting her elbow bent and strong against the greens. Her head rounded to echo the round parasol, her body facing right, but the breeze swept hair trailing left to help accent that breath of pause in her walk.
Now one thing to keep in mind, faces are very important in compositions. Very strong…they draw our eye instantly. So I kept Jen’s face softly undefined for two reasons: so that our eyes might not land on her face first…I wanted motion to begin with the round parasol. Also, I wanted Jen glancing up at us but I wanted to leave her with her own space, her own privacy…she has noticed us, the viewer, but we can’t see enough to intrude on her.
Composition is all about color, shape, value, placement, pattern, motion line…but that is only part. We cannot escape our heads, our thoughts.
To build the sense of time passing the thought of the internal clockworks lurked in my head, gears and levers slowing, inexorably ticking along. The big round parasol a central gear, the guitar and vertical parasol, levers ticking back and forth around it.
Do people see this kind of composition idea? Perhaps not, on the surface, but symbols are strong in our heads and I think we do see things in the back of our minds. And if not, I like building these thoughts in for my own pleasure.
There is more I could discuss but we both probably need to get back to painting.
This seems a lot packed into one beach painting…but I live and breath these things. Ideas bubble up and get included, intertwined, evolved.