October 07, 2014

Passings & Credos

 Arch, line and circle, No.2 - © Sidney Kocib

My father passed on last night.  I was with him.  

He loved colour and was flamboyant in some ways: he liked to wear a corduroy waistcoat my mother made for him that was so floral the people at the care home labelled it for my mother's closet.  But he was also an unpretentious man, uninterested in material pursuits and displays. In keeping with this, and also because most of my parents' friends and family are far away, there will be no formal service.  We will toast his life and celebrate his accomplishments in a small private way.  

But, still, I want to commemorate him somehow so here I am. A few words, his own.  The "TO" Manifesto he wrote in 1981 and strove to live by:

Contribute to the Arts' Continuity ~ Create a World of Rich Sensuality ~ Enjoy Playful Vitality ~ Celebrate the Freedom of Originality ~ Exploit Any Source of Creativity ~ Understand the Arts' Universality ~ Strive for Utmost Professionality  ~ Promote Ideas of Non-Selective Humanity ~ Employ Means of Artistic Verity ~ Appreciate Quintessential Sincerity
suspect art of easy popularity ~ reject attempts at suppressing individuality ~ fight profitable conformity ~ laugh at petrified pomposity ~ unmask all forms of quasi-ingenuity ~ forsake also formality ~ resist the temptation of cheap virtuosity ~ hate pretentious sterility ~ shun works of artistic obscenity ~ condemn vulgar superficiality
© Sidney Kocib

September 20, 2014

Subdued Passion

 Passion Flower
reduction linocut in 10 colours
7.5 x 9.5 inches

So we had our summer holidays a couple of weeks ago and I managed to get in enough art time to finish the print I've been working on.  Sure feels good. Specially since I wasn't expecting much time at home because we were planning a camping trip this year.

We had a destination in mind...a very scenic part of BC...we had our supplies ready. This was going to be the trip we'd planned to go on last year, also in September, a trip we didn't end up taking because, last August, we got a new puppy Rat Terrier.  Only a couple of weeks after we got her we realized that energetic untrained puppies and camping in the woods might not be the best mix. So we promised ourselves we'd go this year instead.

We took another week off earlier this summer and stole some time from house chores for a brief overnight adventure at a local provincial park, just to introduce the dog to the camping idea.  We had a great time, did some hiking, took lots of photos, and even got in a swim.  It was a short but wonderful trip and we were really looking forward to a longer one.  Well at this point you can probably see where this is heading right?  If you're guessing we didn't actually make that camping trip this year either, you're bang on.  And why didn't we go this year? 

Déjà vu. We're back in the land of puddles on the floor and little surprises left in room corners. Some half-formulated ideas, some tentative discussions, a string of coincidences, and on the Thursday night before the week of our planned camping vacation we brought home Rat Terrier number two. Our current female dog's little brother: a year (less a day) younger. They say that ratties are like Lay's potato chips and you can't have just one.  I guess it's true.  Or, as I jokingly told Nora, she was just such a huge personality that it took two dogs to replace her when she moved out.  HA!

Once again we postponed the camping trip.  Next year for sure. On the plus side, staying home gave me time to print and that was maybe what I needed too. Here are the last few stages as the print came together. 

colour 7
colour 8

colour 9


September 01, 2014

Fresh Ink and Prints on the Line

So should I hang my head in contrition at how long it's been?  Nah.  There's not too much point in dwelling on something I can't change.  I'm re-reading The Untethered Soul, a book I read about a year ago, maybe a little longer than thatI liked it quite a bit the first time around already but this time the messages are resonating so much more. I find myself stepping back at random times, mentally, taking note of how I react to stuff.  More importantly, I'm realizing how much time I've devoted, over the past year and a bit, to being sad.  And worse, to feeling guilty for spending so much time on feeling sad and then spending more time on trying to distract myself from feeling guilty and sad.  On and on, round and round.

I feel like I'm done with that now. I'm not sure if it's because I'm consciously and conscientiously trying to put the concepts in The Untethered Soul into daily practice or if I've simply just passed through to the other side of some predefined period of grief.  It's the oddest thing because nothing's changed tangibly in my life; all the things which have been weighing my spirits down for the last year or so are still the same.  Some are worse.  And yet it's as if a stone has lifted.  

For the last few weeks I've been working on a new print...one I sketched out ages ago and then abandoned.  Passion Flower. A few weeks ago, on one of my Mondays off, I  dragged myself downstairs into the studio I built out of my parents' kitchen and got to work. Tentatively. Warily.  And...the strangest thing...the ghosts were gone.  The sun flooding the room, All Classical streaming a Mozart concerto, the physical motion, it's a dance really, of rolling out ink on a glass slab, and... no ghosts.  It was amazing; I felt so light. At peace and happy and centered.  And I thought wow!  I remember this feeling.  Such a rush!

The print is going pretty well. Almost doneI still don't have a lot of time and might even have less, considering the new puppy we're bringing home on Thursday, but so be it.  Things are looking up anyway.


Ok, ok.  I know you're not normally print a lighter colour over darker but I don't care.  I wanted to see what would happen and I totally got the result I was after.  I'm glad I experimented.

December 31, 2013

Closing Out the Year

   The above is a photo Nora took in our garden which I ended up turning into cards for this year.  

Here I am, looking at a chasm of seven and a half months since my last post and wondering how to even begin to cover that distance.  And yet I feel I need to close out the year in some way.  It hasn't been an easy year and no, no printmaking except for the Waterlily Mandala print I finished in April.  That's it, one print this whole year.  That's terrible really!  I began sketching out what I thought would be my next one after I finished the mandala but I never even completed the sketch.  Can I blame this on depression? Can I say it finally caught up with me?  Here's what's been going on.

After my parents got moved to the care home and I turned their kitchen into the dedicated printing space I'd dreamed of having one day, I went through a brief surge of excitement at having that space available to me.  I tried not to allow too much thought for the big "why" behind my having the space; I worked to keep my emotions in check and forced myself to focus on clearing out stuff and making the downstairs feel more like us and less like my parents.  Yet as inviting as I tried to make it down there, my inspiration for working on anything beyond the mundane seemed to seep away.  I kept myself busy with other things but couldn't bring myself to sit down and draw.  

A huge part of that was that Sundays, which used to be my printmaking days, became "visit my parents in the care home days" and those visits leave me wrecked.  Bearing witness to their increasing dementia and the associated indignities the disease brings with it is difficult and overwhelming.  Alongside, we're dealing with a major decline in the health of one of our closest friends, had to put our dog down in the summer, and became empty nesters when Nora moved out to start life with the BF.  As a caveat, before this post starts resembling a litany of sorrows, we now have a beautiful new pup and, also, Nora's departure isn't all bad, but ultimately this was a year of major changes.  

I believe that creativity is very closely linked to the emotions.  In my artwork, I feel an emotional response to something...a place that moves me, a idea or concept that resonates on an emotional level...and I want to express that outwardly.  To translate that response in some tangible way.  Over the course of this past year, I've struggled to deaden my emotions.  To not feel the weight of the sadness and helplessness I'm confronted with each time I visit the husks that are now my parents, to not get brought down by the our friend's decline and by the changes I face as we lose, in one way or another, those who were close to us.  Yet in deadening one part I deaden others as well and, perhaps as a result of this, my creativity's in hibernation and I haven't had much success in bringing it out. I know the time will come when I return to it again but, for now, I'm letting things go their pace.  

And, for now anyway, I've taken up knitting and listening to a lot of spiritual music...music that feeds the soul.  It's a meditation of sorts, like counting off prayer beads: my hands are busy at work, my mind follows the music, and my emotions stay calmed.  In an odd way, I feel a link to my mother through this, she used to knit a lot some years ago.  

So that's the story.  Or part of it because it's still evolving. If there's still anyone out there checking in from time to time, all the very best to you in the coming year.  May the changes that come to you lead you up instead of down. 

May 14, 2013

Getting What You Wish For...Sort Of

Rituals.  On Sunday, when I could easily have been hanging out at home, sitting with my feet up (figuratively), milking the whole Mother's Day thing and playing queen bee, I went to visit my mother over at the care home instead.  Even though, since my mother has no clue anymore about what day it is ever and was at the time in no state to even register my presence, the visit was meaningless to anyone but me.  Why was I there really?  So I could feel good about myself...about being a good daughter and visiting my mother on Mother's Day and all that?  I think sometimes I cling to something just because "that's the way it's always been" and this time it bit me because I ended up coming home and crying all afternoon.  

Anyway.  While I was there visiting, for reasons too stupid to get into here, I ended up moving some furniture around.  Not that big of a deal really: I am woman, hear me roar!  Except there were people on the furniture when I was moving it and they were adding a slight "dead weight" element I didn't count on.  Also, I keep on forgetting how old I am.  Or, rather, forgetting that my body isn't as young and spry and strong as I still think it is.  Or, maybe, too many hours spent sitting at work is exactly as bad as they say it is.  I try to do what I can, go to the gym at lunch or at least for brisk walks but, clearly, that's not enough because now I'm sitting, feet up (literally) propped up on a mound of pillows with a heating pad at my back. 

Yesterday was my work flex day, my one Monday off in three weeks.  And, although I still spend a good portion of these on appointments and non-art issues, I had firm plans to spend a chunk of yesterday drawing and sketching out my new print.  It didn't quite go like that; my back was too sore for me to sit for more than an hour.  I did a little bit of work, prepped the block, and then had to stop, do some more stretches, and return to my semi-recumbent position. The Universe is having a good laugh maybe.

And so it goes with a lot of things.  Like my prints.  For example, I really wanted to make my next one a landscape. I had an idea driving me and I took some first steps towards it but I couldn't make it work.  I didn't like the sketches I made, they didn't look like the image I was after. I know I'll work it out in time, I just need to keep trying and drawing, but my time is still limited and I really want to be printing again.  Now. Tomorrow. Or if not tomorrow then at least next week. So I was getting a bit twisted up about the thing not going right.

Then, sorting through my mother's paperwork a couple of weeks ago, I came across a card I drew for my dad for Father's Day way back in 1985 (or at least that's the date my mother wrote on the back of the card so it must be right).  It's really barely more than a doodle but, except for it being kind of squished into the space it occupies, I liked it when I first drew it and I like it still.  I actually found a couple of cards I drew for my parents down there and who knows, they may all be prints yet!  After all, I started doing prints in the first place because I wanted to have more than one copy of the cards I drew for people and then gave away.  

So, it only took me 30 years to get here but it looks like the next print won't be that landscape.  I'm ok with that.  If it means I'll actually be working on something, that's good enough for me.  I can still continue with the sketches for the landscape but I won't feel as desperate about making it work.  

Now if only I could just get up and get to it...

April 07, 2013

Waterlily Mandala

 Oh boy!  It really has been nearly three months since my last post.  I didn't plan to let so much time slip by but then no one ever does do they?  It would seem that time flies even when you're not having fun.  

I'm still spending huge slices of my free time downstairs, dealing with the things left behind by my parents.  It's very slow going but we have made progress; we've sorted and taken away boxes and boxes of stuff, we've scrubbed, we've painted, we've moved furniture around and put in some new things.  We now have a room where we can, once again and for the first time in years, play music to volume without disturbing anyone.  Three weeks ago, on Saturday night, we went downstairs and turned down the lights and played music and danced.  Like no one was watching.  For three hours.  It felt like joy.  

But there are still shadows and I still find myself, at times, mired in depression, so weighed down by it that I don't have the energy or desire to do anything other than escape into a book or indulge in some mindless internet surfing. 

And yet I managed to begin and complete a print...the first this year and the first I printed in my new "studio".  I couldn't bring myself to blog about it and only took consolation in knowing I was actually working on something and, truly, working in the new space was wonderful. To be able to just go and print, without having to haul and set everything up and then pack and haul everything away again was marvellous and I found myself down there at all hours whenever I could grab some time: early in the morning with a cup of coffee, mid-afternoon with a cup of tea, late at night with a glass of wine.  I'm still a long way away from having as much time as I'd like to have to spend down in the studio but it's ok. I'll take what I can get.

Here's my latest print:

Waterlily Mandala
Reduction Linocut 
7.5" x 9" 
Edition of 9 
And here are the different stages it went through:


I'd like to say I'll be back soon but ....


January 20, 2013

Discovering Magnitude

As I expected, I’m not doing much in the way of my own art these days.  If only to start this year off on the right foot, my new printing studio is set up and ready with press, inking plate, brayers, inks, and drying rack in place and inspirational things on the walls.  All good to go including a good selection of music to serve as backdrop.  Except we’re still struggling with clearing out the other rooms and it’s slow going so no time for me to work on any prints yet.  There’s just so much stuff to sort through, make decisions about, and then deal with.  I did prep a block yesterday, just in case, but I’m resigned to going with the flow of things for now and not stressing. I'm dealing with enough emotional baggage these days already. 

But I want to share a new (yet not new at all) artist I only discovered a couple of weeks ago who's totally inspired me.  Not just on account of his work but because his life story is so richEyvind Earle, American, 1916-2000.  So says my new wall calendar anyway.  


I found him at a Calendar Club, of all places, looking for a new art calendar to hang up at my desk at work where it reminds me that my life is more than just booking meetings and balancing spreadsheets.  It gets a bit harder to find something interesting each year because I’ve already done all the masters: Matisse, Chagal, Gustave Baumann, Georgia O’Keefe, the Group of Seven etc., and I don’t like to repeat. 

Plus there are an awful lot of ugly calendars out there too…the majority I’d say.  So the pickin's are slim sometimes.  This year I figure I struck gold.  Not only does this man’s work totally resonate with me but his life story, which I learned about here, really moved me.  His passion for his work and the dedication he brought to it, often against huge odds, are incredible.  I'm not sure I'd have the strength and focus he had under similar circumstances.  

Besides that, if I can trust the information I came across, he only produced his serigraphs when he was in his sixties if not seventies and, to a degree, reinvented himself and his work through them.  That alone would be inspiration enough yet I'm also in awe of how genuinely spiritual he was and how much of that spirituality he brought to his work and to his whole way of living.  He was, as I see it, a giant.

So, although I myself am not creating right now, I'm trying to keep in touch with the creative vibes of others.  Maybe, when I actually do sit down to work on another print, I can channel some of Eyvind Earl’s spirit.