About Me
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Sources markjulyan.com/image1.htm Corinne Griffith. 1924, Photograph by Manderville. First National markjulyan.com/image11.htm Marlene Deitrich. 1932. Photograph by Richee. Morocco. Paramount markjulyan.com/image7.htm Madeleine Carroll. 1940. Photograph by Richee. Safari. Paramount
Face-Font-Refrain (Frame) #1 – Laughton
Charles. 1933. photographer unknown. Paramount
Face-Font-Refrain (Frame) #2 –
At the moment I am working on an extension of Giles Deleuzes' concept of "Faciallity" to include The Font, the frame and colour and music or silence, although in a way perhaps not too complimentary to Deleuze. Deleuze tells us that "Titian began his paintings in black and white, not to make outlines to fill in, but as the matrix for each of the colors to come". He tells us that : "What
face has not called upon the landscapes it amalgamated, sea and hill;
what Deleuze utilizes 17th Century logic when he tells us that 'subjectification' exists on one axis of a Cartesian grid, is white, 'Signification' which is to say, the colours we nail to our mast is blackPerhaps Deleuze encountered Titian through that mid-century black and white sensiblity in photorgrapraphy. that so charactizes our nostalgic French yearnings, that he eulogies so energetically, and that, before books discovered colour photography, existed everywhere in art publications and thereafter in the second hand bookshops of his early years? Of course Titian never did begin his paintings in black and white. Vasari tells us that Titian "used to set himself before living and natural objects and counterfeit them as well as he was able with colors, and paint them broadly with tints crude or soft according as the life demanded, without doing any drawing, holding it as certain that to paint with colors only, without the study of drawing on paper, was the true and best method of working, and the true design". Perhaps we might instead reflect on those finished works of art that not
only began but completed themselves in these mono-chrome modes without hesitation, such
as e.g. this grisaile of what appears to be a portrait of Rubens with
half a moustache, by an unknown artist.
All of my art, whether based on the the human figure or architectural forms, can be read with an emphasis on a variety of capricious, whimsical, stylistic and functional inconsistencies or self-contradictory aspects. These may be non-mimetic, formal aspects or they may relate to the conceptual meaning of the work. I might build a painting out of a tonal structure where, for example, certain objects may be lit from a different direction to other parts of the painting, Or perhaps the work involves inconsistent vanishing points or unusual colour combinations or contradictory meanings. I tend to organise my themes in series, where the title of the series is envisaged as illuminating the content. In "Singers for a Silent Movie (The Auditioners)", the paintings provide a context, (that of a singing audition for a silent movie), which challenges the relationship between subject and object as ordinarily experienced in a work of art. By presenting the figure as participating in an audition, it presents the viewer with a figure which is not passive, but which is inviting a judgement as to the quality of their silence in singing. The figure depicted therefor, might be viewed as an active rather than passive participant in the exchange in that they are making a demand upon the viewer. This
aspect of the exchange is reinforced through the inclusion of an
identity marker on the page in the form of the phonetic spelling of
'the auditioners' as
'ðiː
ɔː'dɪʃ(ə)nəs', because correct pronunciation in a silent speech
act through good spelling is an unusual idea.
Most
recently I have been extending my traditional practise in oil
painting into the area of gouache works on paper with a focus on
architecture.
These paintings depict a world where the divergent is ever present through the seeming remembrance of the dismembered. Thus the works, with their never entirely consistent formal properties aim at a world where normalcy seems to cry out as itself in a world of brokenness collapse and dereliction. Where, what was once a place defined in terms of articulate structure, becomes an enactment experienced as empty and false, but where the people carry on as normal, an experience since the lockdown, perhaps not entirely uncommon.
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