I Read Your Poem

Oil on Canvas 2022

by Ellen Vieth

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Summer into Fall at Little Pink house Gallery 2022

Sliding into August listening to the new rhythms that the land produces around me… a pair of mourning doves have come back to roost, the presence of the drone of aerial planes and sprinklers- it's moving so fast this summer of ours, and I am trying to savor those minutes of uninterrupted calm. The manic workload of spring has gifted me the luxury of more time in the studio. My afternoons are spent studying the work of lesser known AbX women painters and reading Ninth Street Women which continues to inspire me as well as put into a perfect perspective of why I am an artist. Taking Sweetpea with me to creeks and lakes for sketching opportunities and making  notes of the garden blooms as well as light and shadow is a good regimine- one that will continue through the fall. Look for an upcoming show this October, ( date to be announced soon).  Follow along on instagram @ellenvieth and also on fb under Little Pink House Gallery. It will contain a lot of new paintings, at least that is my goal for now. I hope to see all of you then.  As always I do post pics on facebook and on my IG page, and if they resonate with you please don’t hesitate to message. Until then, find your own rhythm this summer and celebrate it. The colors are changing from greens to golds:) 

 

Cheers!

Ellen

 

`` If then this art is about something, what is it about? Each artist has her notion, as does every spectator.” 

 

Elaine de Kooning

Wild Strawberries at Potlatch Creek

Gouache on Strathmore 2022

by Ellen Vieth

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Artist's Statement

Ellen Vieth- Jean Arnold- Conversation

“You can’t be in an unconscious state and paint. Because whatever is in your mind, and not the subject matter, but the feelings that you have related to that subject matter, is what you’re going to paint. So, the beginning is not actually painting, you know. The beginning of painting is not you put down green, and then you like pink, and you put down pink. Painting’s not about that anymore than music is about this sound and that sound. It is really... It’s a whole thing, you know. But it’s something that you can’t resist putting on ... representing. And it’s something that drives you to expression. And it’s irresistible.” — Agnes Martin

Women abstract expressionist painters of late have been having a moment and the attention is well deserved. They were a group unto themselves, aware of the  boys club, and as a group they could hold their own. I find their honesty the most refreshing thing of all.  From Pat Passlof — “ the brush is the finger of the mind” — to Agnes Martin, who worked in abstraction in a very different way, the goal and the impetus for creative expression came down to understanding the smallest of moments, like a note and following that path of notes to something glorious. 

To be an artist, everything you feel and everything you see and everything that your whole life goes through your mind, you know. You have to recognize it and go with it and really feel it. Trust that what you are now seeing is coming from inside. 

It helps to be a gardener. It helps to get your hands dirty. And to have a dog. These things are important to me. They serve as a beginning and are helpful in the process of keeping true to your expression, humbling as well to realize your best efforts so often fall short.  As someone who has been involved in the arts for many decades, I have just  been able to realize without complaint that my focus is often closer to home. What's fascinating in the dialogue that Jean and I have  initiated with our work, is that there is more that binds us together in the language of images and non images than there is to separate us. Terrible beauty, which she is witnessing with some of her newer work, sits side by side with the before like —images of my work — and before seems just as fleeting if not more so… I’d like to think that extraction and fires and environmental destruction could in any way provide a moment of not only reflection but a dance with metaphors. It seems easier to do with images that don’t take on the full impact of the ugly beautiful. Jean handles it beautifully. Grateful to have this discussion with all of you.