The symbol of the guild of St. Luke, the guild of painters, is a stubborn ox, since the main virtue of the painter - patience. Of course, you need talent, preferably the presence of inspiration, but these things are second order. They are not worth anything without the humble perseverance. Work painter uniform. Only rookies think that the smell of ink is intoxicating, while touching a palette of care. Get used to the smell and twenty years later ceases to distinguish between them, touching the canvas and the palette becomes a matter of common concern, and no more than putting on a shirt in the morning. Every day starts with the painter of the same movements: cooking palette, drawing up a binder, pouring turpentine on the oiler, wiping hands, stretching the canvas. Poetry it is not, it's craft classes.
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Every day he picks up a spatula scratches and yesterday's mistakes with the canvas, and the fact that only yesterday seemed achievement colored scab falls to the floor. Here he is, yesterday's work, lies at his feet - porridge of useless mixed colors. So, every day begins with the crossing yesterday, more precisely to say: Every day begins with the descent of yesterday's inspiration to the errors artisan. In this paper, no poetry. Every day, the artist takes in his left hand palette and brushes and a handful of starts to the monotonous pace of the workshop, to the canvas and back: back and forth, back and forth. The better the picture, the more effort it cost, the longer was the distance run, the more monotonous days passed near the canvas.
Of course, there were occasions when the picture was created quickly, but such cases is small, take them for a sample is not necessary. However, Delacroix liked to say that now needs to create at once, just as God created the Earth. As it is impossible to split leap, he said, it is impossible to enter the same river twice, so it is impossible to razyat for days artwork creation. And yet the experience of the Delacroix disproves this rule: the already finished and delivered to the exhibition, the Exhibition Hall, he rewrote "the massacre of Chios.
We have to remember the daily efforts of Cezanne, vowing to die for the job and kept his word, we must remember the sick Renoir, who tied the brush to the disobedient arthritic fingers, have to remember about Van Goga that every morning, walking in the sun, we should remember about a lonely old man, Goya, which wrote his black frescoes alone and forgotten, we must remember infirm Rembrandt, brought together the courage to laugh in the last self-portrait.
It must be remembered that the works - let scraped from the canvas in the morning - not entirely in vain. Lower layers do not disappear, but sends the energy effort, saturate the canvas. The energy conservation law, formulated by physics, in intellectual work is as masterful as in the objective world. Painting is valuable because many of patience and strength that he gave her an artist. That final wave of a free hand, which only cares for painting is possible only on the trail of vain and inaccurate smears. The experience of the painter have the experience of daily losses. It is necessary to erase too much, keep accurate. Method akin to a painter who elects Hamlet, hardly objective is clear. He said that would erase the memory of the table with everything that hinders concentrate on the essentials. To serve as the principal is required to constantly wipe out the memory that the key is not. When you signify something that yesterday was the product of inspiration, as nonprincipal, you're doing very inspired craft. With this must come to terms.
Van Gogh again: in the picture the sweat must be hidden. This is so, but it is hidden from all but the most pictures. You erased from the memory error and forgot about the effort, but the picture knows how much sweat it - and just so true to you how much you paid attention to it. And that's one thing for you in this life does not disappoint.
Again and again and again. Stand up to the easel and paint. Do not throw the palette. Hold the brush firmly. Erase your mistakes and start anew. Who cares what others think about you. No matter who and how will betray you. They certainly will. Work. Inspiration is not, there is only work. You have to work. Work.
March 25, 2006 Maxim Kantor
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