Most (if not all) art students of Brigham Young University -Idaho, and former Ricks College, have a story about Leon Parson. All of the stories revolve around two plot devices: "Parson is an incredible artist, and we can only hope to be minutely as good as he is now." or "Parson? Yeah, that guy made my room mate cry."
A memorable reputation, indeed.
My Parson story is more of the latter, sans eye lube. Parson's style is near-hyper realism -precise brush strokes and extreme rendering. No matter how much I worked on a project, the craftsmanship of my rendering lacked. In colorful words, my rendering looked like chicken scratches, while everyone else have more crisp lines. Summarizing the drama lama: I felt like a clueless hack of an artist. One frustrated class time, I talked to Parson on the side -explained to him my dissatisfaction with the homework assignments. He took one look at my work at hand, then said to me. "There's really nothing wrong with your work. You just have different intelligence -that's all really." Holy... crap! What an epiphany. I know, deep down in my guts, I was good at art, or at least have the potential to be great. It was simply understanding how my brain worked. My brain and muscles don't get the happy chemicals from clean lines, but when I see the wispy lines of Yoshitaka Amano, my very soul surrenders to grace. By understanding how I see and think, my art skills improved. I'm sure I'm not the first artists to come upon this revelation, and I hope I'm not the last. And more so, I hope, someday, I can be minutely as good as Parson now.
Just with more chicken scratches.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Idaho during the summertime (there is no such thing as spring, we call springtime Second Winter) is like central California, but greener. The wide, green landscapes are perfect for plein air paintings. My plein air work was supervised by Gerald Griffin -a man who's a real pain in the bud, but quick to love. He philosophy is quote, "Art of coloring and art of painting are two different things. In art of coloring you make shape of horse, bush, and apple, and you just fill in the shapes. In art of painting you move the colors around; they don't stay in one shape." Plein air is a fun, physically sacrificing, and emotionally and skillfully gratifying practice. Sample in my finer stuff!