I was conversing with a friend of mine (who is also a sculptor) about the full spectrum of emotions that an artist deals with daily. We were discussing Giacometti’s dark moods. I am not sure that our external environments are as much responsible for our agony or bliss as much as our internal terrain. My friend mentioned Giacometti’s small cold studio, and though some of us may see that as uncomfortable all of us have different degrees of what we perceive to be an agreeable and adequate space to work. We choose the environment where we will create where we will feed our emotions and translate our intensity, our spirit, our suffering, our temper and our ecstasy into physical manifestations. I mentioned to my friend that we all struggle with our own demons, as artist we are always trying to keep our appetite alive, sometimes to the degree of our own suffering. We need to manifest our sensations and in doing so we can hold on to them sometimes too long burning ourselves with our own passion. I often experience this in my own act of creation. The hunt for stimulus and ideas frequently leads to an expenditure of energy that feeds me for a period of time but if I linger too long I become exhausted.
Forgive my dramatic vernacular when I say that artist are suppose to be tormented to intense extremes. We want to feel the fire so we can sculpt or paint the smoldering yearning of our personal poetry. When we feel the sting or the pain we can inflame our expression and hopefully stand transparent after the act is complete. I believe our intention is for others to see through our smoke and find their own story.
Maybe some of us suffer, others meditate, some weep into their clay and others joyfully move their brush. But in the end it is the coalescing of a wide continuum of our temperament that always leads us back to our art. It is who we are, it iswhat we do. The road can be plagued with obstacles, as can any journey in life. It is a privilege to have the time and space to think about life and trace it upon our different mediums. It also an honor to have friends who are artist and bring topics like Giacometti’s dark moods into our conversation.
The Owl
I wanted to find
a reason
why I disappeared.
Then the owl came
circling my thoughts ___
seducing my mind slowly
subtly coming closer.
Perched upon a broken branch,
his indifference
abstract and imposing
revealed my need for meaning,
for dark quiet places of intensity.
Sometimes I feel myself
dissolving into space,
I get smaller and smaller
until I no longer exist.
(meanwhile)
____ the self
shaped by desire
exposed by my insatiable need
moves ever closer to the fire.
But nothing will keep us alive.
I dreamt I asked the fates
why I was being driven
by transitory lust.
(the fates answered)
“Meaning only exists when you
are looking for it, it will tempt you
like a lover and leave you like a beggar.”
And I thought to myself
god, isn’t this what living is?
The wanting that feeds you
the raging storm that seduces you
and always the need for more.
I love
the way we hungered
for one another
the sensuality, the greed and the thirst.
Our bodies
wrapped in the animalism of urge
the predatory talons of
infatuation.
Then I realized what nourishes us
also destroys us.
I have felt my life
unwind like threads,
pulling me forward and backward,
until it’s hard
to put the pieces
back together.
Tonight,
the gilded owl
called out my name,
his voice so familiar,
his eyes
dark and sad.
___ did you even notice I disappeared?
Gesso Cocteau 2025
2 comments
Adrian thank you for stopping by my blog. Giacometti often wrote about his work, and I remember reading what you wrote, about how he wanted to free the figure, he also wrote about the form, “The form is always the measure of the obsession” He was brilliant, one of the muses I call upon when I am in my studio. I do hope you will stop by on occasion and leave your brilliant remarks. I admire your artistry.
I have always been drawn to his work. I recall an interview when he was asked about the “tallness “ of his figurative sculpture, the ‘ stretch ‘ of the figure. …he said “I look at them and they hurt : they hurt me ,that need to grow taller, I have to obey ,to release the restriction ,free the pain ….
That’s not exactly the quote but that’s the feeling it gave me
Giocametti’s drawing-painting charcoal- wash are my favorite of all …a different kind of “Rembrandt ” like intensity and absolute giving up by the artist to the form and content of the subject ….this giving up,this struggle to feel ,to mark the tenderness and exquisiteness of this meeting… that’s for me the glory of Giocametti ….thanks for your discerning blog
Xxxxx
2 comments
Adrian thank you for stopping by my blog. Giacometti often wrote about his work, and I remember reading what you wrote, about how he wanted to free the figure, he also wrote about the form, “The form is always the measure of the obsession” He was brilliant, one of the muses I call upon when I am in my studio. I do hope you will stop by on occasion and leave your brilliant remarks. I admire your artistry.
I have always been drawn to his work. I recall an interview when he was asked about the “tallness “ of his figurative sculpture, the ‘ stretch ‘ of the figure. …he said “I look at them and they hurt : they hurt me ,that need to grow taller, I have to obey ,to release the restriction ,free the pain ….
That’s not exactly the quote but that’s the feeling it gave me
Giocametti’s drawing-painting charcoal- wash are my favorite of all …a different kind of “Rembrandt ” like intensity and absolute giving up by the artist to the form and content of the subject ….this giving up,this struggle to feel ,to mark the tenderness and exquisiteness of this meeting… that’s for me the glory of Giocametti ….thanks for your discerning blog
Xxxxx