Here is today's look...
This exposure gives off a very placid feel to me. It almost looks to me like the start of a hot day. But no, by L.A. standards it was a bit chilly this morning.
Here the second look with some diagonal motion to it and more contrast. Simply being aware of this is one of the fundamentals of basic artistic practice.
Carl Barks was my hero ... |
OK, it wasn't projects quite this elementary at City, but only a step or two above ... |
Otis Art Institute, across the street from MacArthur Park |
Untitled - abstract figure, Harold Kramer |
Untitled - figurative abstraction, Harold Kramer |
requisite drawing pad and charcoal sticks that we were instructed to get for the first session. The teacher was Harold Kramer (1912-1995) and he was like not any teacher I had ever had before. He was short, white-haired, cussed like a sailor, called out bad efforts without hesitation, and dressed like a construction worker. The first thing we did in class was take a vote on whether smoking was going to be allowed during class--the smokers won. Mr. Kramer not only smoked in class, he smoked cigars. He announced 1-minute warm-ups, and then a black woman who was sitting there in a robe, dropped the robe and struck poses, unclothed. (Now that I think of it, she was the first naked woman I had ever been in the same room with, outside of my child-latency period.)
Untitled - figures relaxing in a landscape, Harold Kramer |
I went on to study art formally at Cal State Long Beach, and elsewhere, but I have to say that everything I absorbed that summer from Mr. Kramer, who was just doing what he normally did, stuck with me, to the point that I'd say that anything any other art teacher told me afterward, seemed just like a variation on the fundamentals that I got that series of summer nights. This anecdote has gone on too long for blog-time, but every adolescent needs a "Mr. Kramer" to show up in their life and blow the lid off their comfort zone, and deliver advanced teaching to the kid who is ready to accept it. He gets the Award for Changing my Psyche from me for being my first world-teacher. Thanks Mr. Kramer, wherever the hell you are.
Love,
Pops
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