Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Micro Sculpture: Dalton Ghetti


I've had a fascination with Miniaturist Art for years. The Chester Beatty Library's collection of Arabian miniatures in Dublin, Ireland, is truly astonishing. I find myself annoying people by yelling random expletives out loud. Art brings out my Tourette's.

There is a beautiful drawing by Prud'hon that was practically a miniature in the recent Morgan Library exhibition in New York City [yeah I know, but I couldn't snag a photo]. Not ordinarily known for whipping out the magnifying glass, there's no doubt in my mind that Prud'hon just wanted to create that 'holy shit' factor. I totally get it. Small stuff blows my head off.

Willard Wigan comes immediately to mind [you have got to watch this video] as one of the most famous miniature carvers, but there's something I love about Dalton Ghetti's work. Maybe it's because we've all played with the medium in our lives. Who hasn't enjoyed whittling a pencil into a point sharp enough to skewer fly nuts?

From Dalton M. Ghetti's website blurb:

"When Dalton was 8 years old, [his mother] taught him how to use a sewing needle to help her with simple projects like hemming and sewing buttons. At the age of 9, his parents gave him a set of metal tools for children, which he used to make his own boxes, toys and go-carts. This is also the age when he began sculpting with knives, chisels and a hammer. Ever since, he has created many objects out of all kinds of materials.

At first, he carved large objects; but in 1986, as a challenge to himself and because of his interest in small living things, like plants (moss) and insects (spiders and ants), he decided to create the smallest possible carvings that he could see with his naked eyes. One day, he picked up a working pencil and started carving it.

His idea is to bring people’s attention to small things. Small is beautiful. Most of the pencils he uses are found on the streets and sidewalks. Dalton’s work is a recycling process. He turns discarded objects into art."
















Exploded Flowers


Fong Qi Wei produced these wonderful exploded view flower photographs that I find inspiring, both as images unto themselves suggestive of some grander natural order, and as abstracted elements suitable for adaptation to ornamental use.

Or, as Eugéne Grasset wrote in 1896 of his own collection of lithographic flower prints, that they "represent natural forms in their exactitude, [while] bridging the distance between form as found in nature and form conventionalized in accordance with sound traditions of art."

Contact Fong Qi Wei directly, or through his blog, to purchase prints of his flower photography.















Sunday, October 2, 2011

Ingres Portrait Drawings, and the 'Giraffe-neck' women of Kayan Lahwi tribe

Seeing any similarities? Know where I'm going with this post?

This is one of the most absurd examples of Ingres' distortion of the human frame, but it brings up an interesting point. Without doubt one of the all-time greatest draftsmen, Ingres nonetheless took incredible liberties with human anatomy.

I visited the Morgan Library's incredible exhibition of Old Master drawings from The Louvre recently, and was blown away by his work, of course, but also by a hand-written letter which was to my mind one of the most telling insights into the man's psyche. The writing was cramped and claustrophobic on the page, and almost illegibly small. It was easy to picture this miserable wreck hunched over the writing desk, his nose - Scrooge like - one inch from the paper. It occurred to me that that's how he must have approached his portraits too.

The guy was quite obviously a madman. By many accounts he was a miserably unhappy human being, who (for the most part) detested the "dull" subjects of his portraits, and yet he could not help becoming obsessed with the finest detail when called to draw or paint them. I wonder how much of the distortion is due to some sort of Mannerist fixation with Style, or whether it was simply because he was so focused on the tiniest and most subtle of details that the overall effect escaped him. I find it hard to believe that his twisting and stretching of the human body wasn't a conscious choice, so that begs the question; why would he want to do that?


I did a drawing of my daughter Sadie the other day (from a photo of her a couple of years back in her Snow Princess Halloween costume) and decided to compare it to one of Ingres' for a laugh. I mean, why not right? May as well aim high as not at all. Anyway, here it is...


I took the drawing I did and compared it in terms of anatomy to Ingres' drawing of Madame Thiers (below). The Thiers drawing is not even a particularly distorted one by Ingres' standards, but I was still surprised by just how 'off' the drawing was from Reality.

Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres (1780-1867)
Portrait of Madame Thiers, 1834


It became immediately apparent that if I was to conform my daughter to the proportions of the Ingres drawing, I was going to have to chop off her head and lift it up about four inches. I ran to the kitchen to grab a knife, but then got side-tracked wondering if maybe Ingres was actually on to something. The real-world precedent of the Burmese women of the Kayan Lahwi tribe popped in my head, and I started flicking through books until I came across this image from Mary Evans.


This 1930s postcard depicts an unusual practice that continues to this day. The neck ring ornaments are single brass coils that are applied to young girls (who apparently line up for this treat) when they are around five.

It turns out that my assumption about this bizarre ritual was all wrong: I had always assumed that the metal coils served to elongate the neck.This is not true. As the child grows, the first coil is replaced with longer and weightier coils that push the collar bone down and compress the rib cage. Contrary to popular belief, then, the neck is not actually lengthened; the illusion of a stretched neck is created by the deformation of the clavicle.

A quick comparison to Madame Thiers, and it's evident that it's not the neck that Ingres stretched, but (like the Kayan Lahwi) it is the shoulders that he dropped. The waist line remains more or less correctly positioned anatomically, as does the position of the head. It's the clavicle that drops down to create the 'Ingres look.'

"Okay," I thought, "perhaps Ingres adheres to the same aesthetic criteria that drive this ancient practice." I didn't actually say it like that, because that's not how I speak. Probably more like "holy shit."

I tested the results on my daughter by showing her these two versions of the drawing (below). On the left, my daughter's natural shoulder line and on the right, the Ingres proportions. I was shocked that she chose the un-natural Ingres version over Reality!

The lesson for me was clear: As long as the distance between head and waist remains more-or-less true to life, you can drop the shoulders as much as you want and still have a drawing that appears correct. Dropping the shoulders may even make your portrait look more correct than the real thing.

In fact, you can draw anything at all under the sun and it doesn't even have to look correct, just as long as it's drawn really really well. Now I just have to revise the 'Draw what you see, not what you Know' dictum of the old life drawing studios, and keep practicing. 




Some more Ingres portrait sketches to finish off the post...


Mrs. Hunchback sitting atop Notre Dame


This drawing is another great example of distortion by Ingres. Look how long his fiancé's arm is, and how short her legs are! He drew her looking more like an ape than a human.

It's a loving family scene on the one hand, with old what's-her-name staring straight out at Ingres, tinkling away on the pianola (or whatever that thing is). On the other; he can't have cared for her too much since he broke off the engagement soon after this drawing, claiming that he was too distraught to return to Paris from Rome [His paintings had just received terrible reviews from the critics].

His melancholy was so troubling since his bid for Salon recognition went tits up, that he decided to hang out in Rome as a single man and leave his fiancé at the piano. What an excuse! It's the old "it's not you, it's me" eye-roller, but in this case, it's even more laughable; "it's not you, it's Paris."

Maybe he did mean to draw her like an orangutan after all.








Saturday, October 1, 2011

Perspective Drawings, Jan Vredeman De Vries, 1604


Bit of a lazy post on my part, I'm afraid. I'm working on a post about drawing wheels in Perspective as an add-on to a previous post about drawing arches in perspective, and I came across these great drawings so decided just to post them quickly.

It's amazing to me how many volumes were published regarding Perspective through the centuries, right up to the present. At first I thought that the topic was exhausted, but realized quickly that there are tons of different theories about representing objects in space.

The likes of Leonardo was probably aware of ninety of them, but like most artists, appears to have employed only two or three.

These images are from a four volume set of books by De Vries, published in 1604-1605