Something inside him

I’m not sure I agree that being able to "morph" the form and leave things out and

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then embellish other parts of a piece make a creation successful. I would agree that the ability to facilitate does not make an artist, but equally important the same could be said of the opposite. I guess what I saw in the work of Egon Schiele was decorative, but I also got a sense of something inside him, that I can only describe as unsettled. I will never believe that being an artist comes without the ability to draw, nor is an artist exempt from the consequences of what he or she says. If being an artist is only in the appearances then there are a lot of us who appear as artists.

Painful to bear

You touched very little on the erotic art of Egon Schiele. He was criticized and cast down for images that would be commonplace today. To his detractors he said: "I do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done erotic pictures?" His drawings came first but were the vehicle for the angst and the pessimistic view that he took on love and relationships. As Erwin Mitsch has written: "Schiele's eroticism expresses human bondage and is to be understood as a burden that is painful to bear."

Epidemic of depression

How suitable that your letter on Egon Schiele followed right after your one on depression. Schiele is a good example of the Nihilistic and self-destructive artists that arose particularly up to and during the First World War. Schiele, Hodler, Klimt, Kokoshka and others wallowed in the universal, but particularly German, epidemic of depression. Even though these days we have plenty to be depressed about, most of us seem more inured and protected, and are not as able to take it all quite so seriously. This, however, may be a serious fault of our times--that there is not enough depression and protest around. We are in an age of "humour." Perhaps it has something to do with the ridiculous nature of some of today’s politicians.

Crazy imaginations

Another Austrian that I find creative and exciting is Friedensreich Hundertwasser (1928-2000). His use of design, space and color leaves me breathless. Some years ago I bought one of his art calendars. Later I bought a book with his building designs included. I use his work to encourage my students to be 'crazy with their imaginations', get away from painting barns, trees and local landscapes. Geniuses such as Hundertwasser can work the way he did--everyone else wants things to look 'right'.

Brings me happiness

Most painters are visual. Think of two pictures, one of the ideal and one of reality. The bigger the gap between the two, the more depression and disappointment arises. Accepting where I am now, and working hard towards the ideal brings me happiness.

Source of contentment

I know depression well, as I know grief well, and both can be crippling, if we let

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them. However, life is good regardless of expectations unfulfilled, wishes unanswered, dreams unrealized, the basic fact is that Life is good! Add to that the fact that we can express ourselves through our art and life becomes truly special. How many people have this opportunity? Never mind that, how many people even recognize that such an opportunity exists--that creativity and beauty is only a process away, a thought to be indulged in, and can result in such contentment?

Rise above it

I agree that we can rise above depression and I work diligently at it. Art is truly my greatest release and that continual drive to please others and achieve that ultimate perfection are constant. However, strong relationships truly provide a positive balance for offsetting the swings of depression as I have found these past 11 years with my husband and four sons.

Best friend

I have had a life long battle with a mild form of depression that wasn't exactly debilitating concerning my artwork. But on a social level I was tired of having to deal with it and decided to seek professional help. My doctor prescribed a drug that helped a great deal in combating the depression that was a welcomed relief, but it had one serious side effect. In an O'Henry kind of twist, the drug became my version of The Magi. I no longer had the depressed nature resulting in being a recluse, but I also lost the urge to be an artist. So I discovered that with my particular type of depression the cure was not as therapeutic or as natural as my need to create. I found myself a lot happier as a recluse and enjoying the life of an artist. Not that this would be the case with a person who is experiencing chronic depressed states where a more traumatic therapy is required, but for those who just need to get away from the real world from time to time, your art is your best friend.

"Depression" misleading

Your letter on depression fails to distinguish between "being depressed" and "clinical

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depression." Clinical depression can often be a medical emergency. Please read William Styron's Darkness Visible. Had he not sought medical help he would surely have died by his own hand. I have two daughters. While neither has suffered from depression, both had friends who took their own lives as teens. Had it been merely a matter of plucking fruit from a tree, these two kids surely would have done so, and lived. For some it's not a matter of looking deeper into oneself (they've gone too deep already), but a matter of dialing 911. Everybody feels low from time to time--that ain't depression.

(RG note) Thanks Ken. Several artists wrote to point out my error. I will be more careful with the word in the future.

Needs to present clarity

Regarding the remarks of Jurate Macnoriute about my work in the recent responses, I

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paint as I live and say what I say, regardless. I don't spend a lot of time looking back and asking for approval, rather I just want to communicate and keep my particular skill alive. I do, however, strive to present an uplifting picture. Perhaps it softens the whole of my experience and makes life on this planet more palatable. It gives me a dream to follow and a peaceful environment. I'm not much of a whiner. I like ideal scenes. After all, I could be recreating the all-too-present psychotic nightmares dramatized in the greater neighborhood and in the all too pervasive tele-media.

A language is as useful as it communicates. Artists are presenting a future to an increasingly "dumbed down" public. We have a power that needs to be used toward a purpose on that public because when they riot, they riot to our images and they riot to our music. I'm not talking so much about the buying public. I am talking about the rungs below them. When we present chaos, that's what we proliferate. The vast majority of the populace is already glued to some chaos-merchant's concept of reality. Perhaps my need to present an objective clarity, in this case, precludes the desire to allow pure subjectivity a greater voice. More people can understand it.

Jealousy of another artist

Not only is Jurate Macnoriute's English awful, but his sentiments are biased. People decorate their homes with pictures, murals and objects that please themselves. They are not interested in the artist's personal agony (presuming he or she has any). Carol Putnam is an artist of skill and experience. If she paints pictures that are pleasing to the eye, then she is giving pleasure to herself and those who buy them as originals or prints. It in no way implies that she is shallow or commercially biased.

Bearing grudges against people who are successful is not the way. Unless he can disprove it, I have to assume (as others will) that his criticism is based on jealousy and maybe even spite.

Reproduction release

Regarding the recent discussion on the sale of one's art for reproduction-- I understand that one should obtain an "exclusive right of reproduction for artist only" release from the buyer. Is that correct? If so, where could I find a release to copy?

(RG note) You do not need a release from any buyer--unless the buyer has commissioned you to do the work and you take a decision to reproduce it for your own or a third party's benefit. In the case of all other art you own the right to reproduce it regardless of whether someone buys it from you or from someone else--in most jurisdictions until fifty years after your death. In the case of "lite" reproduction, such as the "free" picking up of images for this website for example, there is supposedly an implied permission for educational or other purposes. Our legal advice is that it falls under the same category as quotations from a book or manuscript. Incidentally, we have never had an artist ask us to remove an illustration from the Painter's Keys site--other than the request to replace it with another illustration that the artist thought was better, more current or more representative.

Evolution in human consciousness

I greatly value your twice weekly letters -- for painting tips, for the sense of connection to a larger artistic community, for the inspiration to go back to the struggle at the easel. Most recently however I feel more like I am being pulled along in a moving river of commentary.

The Internet has been called a great democratizer of information. Farmers in Saskatchewan are moved to challenge the supremacy of the Wheat Board because they can sell their grain internationally through the computer in their kitchen. Dissidents in countries governed by totalitarian regimes can correspond with outsiders free of government censorship. A family in Surrey loses a beloved pet and receives support and consolation from hundreds of people in dozens of countries simultaneously. People whom they have never met.

Something new in human history is happening here. Something that was never possible before because this simultaneity of communication and thought was never available before. This is an evolution in human consciousness. It takes my breath away.

(RG note) I'm boggled too, Mike. From time to time I've been sitting down to write a few personal notes to some of the on-line friends who wrote condolences for the loss of our dog Emily. It's now nearly an impossible task. Yes, we are in remarkable times.