# 55 - The Journey and "Going Home at 5"
"Going Home at 5"
"Going Home at 5" (detail)
Labels: people, urbanscenes
Labels: people, urbanscenes
Fellow Art Lovers:
I’ve been talking quite a bit about the emotional impact of paintings, and of course this is very important. Well, I want to show you what I’ve been doing, and let you be the judges.
This is an accomplishment for me. In writing about my painting, I can say I think I accomplished this and that, and I tried this and that, and I’m pleased with this and that. But the only judge who’s valid is the viewer. Now, I’m asking you for your input.
One note of caution: I’m realizing more and more that looking at photos of paintings on line, even though you can double the size by clicking on the image, is not like looking at the painting itself. Of course the image is smaller, but in addition, the colors lack the subtle nature they have on the canvas. But showing you the image here will give you an idea.
In addition to this commission, I’ve been working constantly on urban scenes. I’m showing you just two paintings of Philadelphia, which I painted from windows of the building where my studio is. For those of you who have looked out the windows of my studio, you will be able to see that one painting is from my studio, and the other is a window on my floor, but near the elevator.
These paintings bring up several things I’d like to share with you. One of them is that I’m putting a lot more thought into the actual techniques I use in painting; that is, the consistency of the paint, how I load my brush, the pressure of the brush on the canvas, those kind of technical questions. But at the same time, I remain an intuitive painter. That is to say, when my hand takes over in moving the brush, I accept it and let my hand control the result. My feeling is that if the gesture comes from my heart, it has to be right.
But at the same time, I keep thinking about a word one of my teachers, Jean-Marie Creuseau of Fresnes, France, used to constantly repeat: “Simplify, simplify.” He meant, what is simple and direct has greater power. Therefore, the simpler of the two paintings has more impact for me.
Right now, I’m working on another series of urban scenes. What I do is to work on perhaps two or three paintings at the same time. I’ll show these to you when they’re ready.
I’d also like to mention that I’m in a position to accept more commissions for portraits, with or without pets, and I’m planning to do more versions of one of the two urban scenes you see here, one version four feet by four feet.
William Kosman
Labels: people, urbanscenes
Yes, the series of paintings I did of Crown Heights, Brooklyn, will be exhibited together. Starting Nov. 4, 2011, all seven paintings – along with a smaller painting of a Hasidic wedding in Toronto, Canada, and a landscape from Normandy, France – will be shown at the Society Hill Synagogue (418 Spruce St., Philadelphia, 19106) until Nov. 29, 2011.
That means, the people who have visited my studio and wanted to make purchases of the paintings in the series can now make individual purchases of the paintings. In addition to the paintings, I am making giclee reproductions also available. And, you should know that a good part of the purchase prices will go to the synagogue.
So, we can turn to some of the basic questions. Like, why did I want to do the paintings in the first place. I’ve thought about this a lot.
Of course, I’m a painter, so you can think of me as you would a hammer. For a hammer, everything looks like a nail. For a painter, everything looks like a painting.
It’s just that, on one particular visit to Crown Heights, everything looked beautiful: The people facing life with smiles, the human scenes, the devotion, the sincerity, the neighborhoods, the streets with the winter sun filtering through the trees, the crisp air of winter, all of it.
I’ve been visiting Crown Heights for a long time. I have relatives who are part of the Lubavitch community there. As always, members of that community and others were wonderful to me and my family , and during this visit , which was about two years ago, they were especially warm, helpful and supportive.
The paintings took months to complete. Surprisingly, the largest paintings (Two of them are about four feet by four feet.) may have taken even less time than some of the smaller ones. I think it’s always the same: If I feel at peace and I am not thinking about the complications of life, I work very fast, especially if I love the subject matter I am painting. I’m sure this is the same for most artists. Some paintings, like “Break of Day” and “The Fishmonger,” almost painted themselves, because they seemed so natural.
I believe I can say with only some measure of exaggeration that a painting can be compared to a child. Like with a child, you work, you give advice and you try to guide in the right way. Under the best of circumstances, at some point the painting – or the child – finds its own way, and you can feel a lot of positive vibes as the painting takes over. Some times, the early life is troubled, and you try to fix problems and repair mistakes, but – once off the path – it’s very hard to pull the work to a strong, positive conclusion. I think you get the idea.
When the Society Hill Synagogue expressed interest in my work, I was thrilled. I want to thank Rabbi Avi Winokur, Executive Director Betty van de Rijn, and the synagogue’s arts curator, Fran Gallun, for their support. Fran’s role included planning all the way to actually rolling up her sleeves to help hang the paintings.
For those of you who want to view the exhibit, you should know that the synagogue is open on weekdays from 9 am to 4 pm and on weekends from 9 am to 12 noon, but you may have to telephone the synagogue at 215-922-6590 to enter. The synagogue’s website is www.societyhillsynagogue.org
Labels: people, urbanscenes
The few times I’ve really succeeded in capturing just a bit of that complexity and emotion and character, I’ve walked on clouds for a few days. The very act of feeling success, from the very beginning, is exhilarating – every brush stroke feels right, every touch moves you closer to that moment, every phase of the painting gives you a feeling of power. A painter’s high. When you feel you’re failing, my gosh you really feel you are failing. But, when you discover the misconception you’re allowed yourself to follow, when you can see your mistakes and fix them, maybe that’s an even higher high.
The entire face is important, but I believe that the greatest subtleties are expressed by the eyes and the mouth. In these cases, just a few dabs of paint, just a thicker or thinner line, just a shade that’s slightly off – all of these things can have such an impact in expressing what the viewer feels.
Why am I going on about this stuff?
Because I’m going to rededicate myself to the human face, to portraits. In the coming months, I’m going to paint as many people and their faces as humanly possible. Sure, I will accept commissions. But I will also beg people to sit or stand or lean for me. To be painted and to be photographed. Yes, painting the real person is best, but sometimes photography can really make the whole enterprise not only easier but also possible and better.
And when I say I want to paint people, I’m talking about all kinds of people – all ages, genders, from all groups of every type. It’s the character and emotion that I’m looking for.
Above, I’m showing you two paintings that I’m working on. I’d love to get your input on these paintings. And, if you’re able to come into my studio during Philadelphia Open Studio Tours, during the weekend of Oct. 15 and 16, from noon to 5 pm, I’d love to tell you the stories behind the paintings, and I hope I can show you the completed paintings.
Thank you for your time, and I hope to see you at Studio # 407, 915 Spring Garden Street, Philadelphia, PA 19123.
Labels: people, urbanscenes
"These Walls" - Assembled paintings used in the rap video
"What Now?" - Painting awarded through drawing to major contributors. Fellow Art Lovers:
My first rap video, “Head Held High,” which has been on YouTube for several months now, has had some success. It’s not the number of views, now well past 400, even though I see some celebrities and popular singers racking up huge numbers of views very fast. What is really important to me is the content of the comments from viewers. It just seems that “Head Held High” struck a chord for many people; they were touched by the story; and they were impressed by the artistry of the video itself.
Well, as you may know, I’m now working on a second rap video. This one is called “These Walls,” and it tells the story of an old man who has made himself a prisoner in his own home, because of his fear of guns on the street in his Philadelphia neighborhood. Why rap video no. 2? Yes, I was influenced by the reception of “Head Held High.” But also, the reasons for fighting gun violence remain just as valid, and I felt that dramatizing the life of an elderly man was interesting. And of course, I see a rap video as a good tool for me, because I’m able to tell a story and also use my paintings, which I try to make as dramatic as possible.
In order to find the resources to complete this rap video, I am using the website www.kickstarter.com, which is a fantastic tool for people with cultural or artistic projects. What www.kickstarter.com does is allow people with valid projects to post them on a recognized site and give reasons why contributors should help finance the projects. And believe me, a lot of valid projects are funded, and in this way, the cultural mix the world is able enjoy and learn from is enriched.
So, on www.kickstarter.com, I am giving what I hope are valid reasons, so interested people will help finance my project. To give just a little more information, I’m trying to raise $3,000 to pay for the video production and the marketing of “These Walls.” You can learn more about what I’m trying to do by going to www.kickstarter.com. I’m attaching a link directly to my project in this blog entry.
But I’d like to give one note of caution. Many of you have been true supporters of my work, through your comments and encouragement, your attendance at my shows and open-studios events, and sometimes through your purchases of my work. In this way, I feel you’ve already played an important role. And for this reason, I don’t want any of you to feel any obligation to make a contribution through www.kickstarter.com. You’ve already done your part. Just keep making your perceptive comments, and keep coming to my events.
There will certainly be more opportunities to offer input and come to events. I promise. How? Because I have a lot more ideas in the back of my mind. And I’m counting on you to keep me on the straight and narrow, artistically speaking.
For your information, as you see on this blog posting, I’m showing you the paintings that will be used in “These Walls,” which are above this text. And following this text is the entire text of “These Walls.”
Also, I’m adding a link to “Head Held High,” on YouTube.
As always, please let me know what you think, and let me know if you’d like to visit my studio to see the paintings in person or look at any of my other paintings.
Thanks, as always, for your support. And wish me luck.
Sincerely,
William Kosman
These Walls ©
By William Kosman
These walls, they don’t talk to me any more,
They used to ring with the sounds of life,
Our little world was new, and every day was bright,
The miracle when the boys were born, oh man, I knew it was right.
Your kid’s got a fever, and you spend the night,
Then with the coming of day, and the kid’s okay.
Life was squeezin’ us in that little place, but we had love there.
I want those days back, long gone past,
Gimme my life back,
Lemme start again,
I wanna feel the pride,
I wanna walk in the sun.
These walls, they don’t talk to me any more,
They’re just there, darin’ me to go out,
Gotta break outta here, gotta get through that door,
But I don’t know how, even knowin’ there’s more,
How can I do it, banging with my firsts?
How can I do it? Oh man, I’m losing my wits.
‘Cause I made this place,
My own little prison space.
Oh, gimme my street back,
Lemme stand up tall,
Lemme walk in the sun,
Lemme fear no gun.
These walls, they’re talkin’ new sounds now,
I’m hearin’ those punks, and the screamin’ cars,
I’m hearin’ the sirens of the cops, and the fireworks in the night,
The street’s dead now, and the life’s gone outta it.
We got new masters now, there’s no denying it,
They came, they saw, and they conquered,
They hooked, they sold, and they made folks bonkered.
Oh, gimme my street back,
Lemme stand up tall,
Lemme walk in the sun,
Lemme fear no gun.
These walls, they don’t talk to me any more,
They don’t talk any more, not like the days gone past,
I wanna see my neighbors, I wanna see the kids in the street,
I wanna get the smiles and hellos, from the folks I meet,
I don’t wanna be thinkin’, today I might die.
I’m so tired, oh God, don’t want that good-bye,
Oh, gimme my street back,
Lemme stand up tall,
Lemme walk in the sun,
Lemme fear no gun.
Oh, somewday I’m gonna walk down my street,
Gonna march with my neighbors, with the kids in the street,
We’re gonna cheer and sing, with all the folks we meet,
We’re gonna stand up tall,
We’re gonna walk in the sun,
We’re gonna fear no gun.
Today I’m lookin’ out my window,
And I know it’s up to me.
Today I’m lookin’ out my window,
And I know what’s gotta be.
Take me, shoot me, I don’t care,
I want my street back,
I want my life back.
I’m gonna show those punks,
Oh, you can’t do this to me, man.
Spread the word,
We gotta be heard.
Lemme stand up tall,
Lemme walk in the sun,
Lemme fear no gun.
Labels: people, urbanscenes
Fellow Art Lovers:
It seems to happen just about every day. I open The Philadelphia Inquirer or watch the local news on television in the evening, and I see a story about an innocent person, a bystander or someone in the wrong place at the wrong time, getting shot and often killed with a gun. Sure, this is a tragedy for the victims, their families and their entire circles of friends and other people who loved them.
But it doesn’t have to happen. Whatever the causes – accidents, mistakes, moments of rage, gang warfare, the commission of a crime, and all of the other possible reasons –the shootings should not happen. An innocent life is lost, the miracle of a human life is destroyed.
Maybe if we focus more attention on this tragedy and open more eyes to the pain it causes, more people will work on solutions.
That is what I am trying to do with my rap video “Head Held High.” (Use the Link - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZXQgFA8nuk - I provided or enter William Kosman in the YouTube search line.)
I spend time in numerous Philadelphia neighborhoods while painting neighborhood scenes, sketching or taking photographs for paintings. Everywhere I go, people are friendly, helpful and respectful. They’re just folks trying to build lives for themselves and their families.
When we see a news item about a shooting, we turn the page of the newspaper or switch off the TV. Then, for many of us, our thoughts return to our own lives and concerns. But when violent death strikes any family, it stays with every member. Always. In great pain.
How did this video come to be? I was painting in one neighborhood, the scene you see above with the father and daughter, the bus and the train overpass. Then the idea came to me: Why not use my paintings to get an idea across? Artists have been doing this since they’ve been painting. And then more and more ideas just started coming to me. The text, which is imagined and does not refer to any real event. The paintings. (Except one painting, the one you see with the young couple and the baby carriage, you’ve seen before on my blog. That painting just seemed to fit in and illustrate an important idea. ) And most important, the idea of using a video with the text, my paintings and the music,and then using YouTube.
One note of deep appreciation. Jurgita Cenkute is a truly accomplished artist, and she did a wonderful job on “Head Held High.” Her video footage of the street scenes, her shots of my paintings, and – most important - her ability to form separate elements into unified work that I believe is clear and direct– she was just a true artist and great collaborator. You can see her work at www.photojurgita.com.
If you like the video and/or this blog, please share them with friends. If you have any questions, please e-mail me through this blog.
As always, thanks for your interest in my work and your support.
Best,
William KosmanHead Held High ©
By William Kosman
Man, I got it made, on top o’ the world,
‘Cause I’m talkin’ the talk, but ain’t no way I’ll do the walk,
‘Cause it’s a pack o’ lies.
Paid my dues, they can’t abuse.
Man, got it all, head held high.
Sure’s a load o’ hogwash. But I don’t care.
Got my gals, they keep me goin’, in the sweet zone,
Got my Babe, Babe and me, we got it fine,
Then a wonderful day, outta the blue, something miracle comes along,
Little Sarah, that’s her name, she filled our hearts, just filled ‘em fine.
I know, I know, it sure, ain’t easy. Got the rent, got the bills,
Got the end-o’-the-month finance chills, livin’ our life day to day,
But I got it all, talkin’ the talk, ain’t no way I’m gonna do the walk,
Churning out the stuff at the hogwash shop,
But I know, got it all, head held high.
I know, I know what I got, got my ladies,
Got my Babe, and got my little girl,
The place ain’t no castle, I’ll tell ya that,
But comin’ home, got a rush o’ warmth,
Cozy little place, we’re so warm, and we’re so cool,
I know I got it made, struttin’ my stuff,
Man, I got it all, head held high.
Got it all, struttin’ our stuff, me an’ Sarah,
Feelin’ that hot little hand, Sarah’s little hand in mine,
Showin’ off my little girl, You got a smile for Daddy?
Bright eyes smilin’ at me, Man, my heart’s feelin’ full.
Got my ladies, got it made, head held high.
What’s up now? Sounds like firecrackers.
What’s up man, this ain’t the Fourth?
Then I look down, at my little girl, at my Little Sarah,
Red, man, I see red blood, and I’m fallin’ off the face of the Earth,
And I’m thinkin’, my little girl, just a few people, just a few cars.
And she’s saying, “Daddy, I’m hurtin’ down there.”
And I’m cryin’, ”My little girl.” I’m cryin’, “My little girl.”
Nothin’s goin’ good. There’s sirens, and there’s cops,
The ambulance drivers, they’re lookin’ away, it hurts to say.
Oh, God, it ain’t fair. Just one shot, and she’s gone.
It ain’t fair. Oh, God, roll this camera back, take this back.
Sleepin’ a lot less, drinkin’ a lot more,
Why’d they have to take her, my little darlin’?
But gotta keep goin’, that’s just the way,
Gotta talk that talk, oh hell, I jus’ can’t say,
Gotta keep goin’, head held high.
But, I know, somewhere in there, I got a knife,
Man, it hurts so much, it twists so much,
And, oh man, I’m feelin’, my heart’s gonna die.
Labels: people, urbanscenes

Labels: people, urbanscenes
Labels: people
Labels: people, urbanscenes
Labels: people, urbanscenes