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"Painting is an old man's game,"

said Claude Monet, so when I retired

at 55, not quite a codger, but on the

brink, I took a cue from the great

impressionist and started to paint.

I was also inspired by Henri Cartier-

Bresson, who turned to drawing and

painting at age 75 after stellar career

as a photojournalist. 


Why painting? I love the flexibility and spontaneity of the medium, it's as simple as that. When struck by an idea, all I need is a sheet of paper or canvas panel, some paints and brushes and I'm ready to go to work. Painting is a swift and instantaneous pictorial vehicle, an immediate means of recording the inner visions that delight and inspire me. There's a simplicity and fluidity about painting that facilitates freedom of expression, a vitality and liveliness akin to a scherzo in a music composition. I am also fascinated with the mysterious processes of craft and design, an inclination that often triggers a desire to share ideas with others. As Gertrude Stein once said, "It is natural that I should tell about pictures, that is, about paintings. Everybody must like something and I like seeing painted pictures."                                              

                                                      Stewart Whisenant


     Perspiring With Ecstasy

         Lessons on Art & The Art of Living from Henry Miller

The inspiration to try my hand at painting came in the form of a little book called To Paint Is To Love Again, Henry Miller's joyous account of his life-long fascination with the art of the watercolor. I acquired Miller's classic serendipitously, the way all truly transformative events in life seem to happen. I was helping an artist acquaintance named Eduardo Benzine organize his books during a move and found this little gem of Miller's in a stack of old paperbacks. Since Benzine had to vacate the premises fast and travel light, he was eager to trade books for cash and I got To Paint Is To Love Again for a dollar. It was a bargain for sure, but unlike the person who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing, I realized I had purchased a treasure impossible to evaluate in mere monetary terms. (Editions of Miller's book in good condition now sell for hundreds of dollars.) 

Rereading To Paint Is To Love Again recently, I was struck by how fresh and inspiring it has remained over the years. This is no doubt because the book mines such a rich vein of painting lore and artistic insight that it's impossible to comprehend its full meaning in one sitting. Perhaps that's also why I turn again and again to Miller's writings on the subject for inspiration and motivation. Neophyte painter though he claimed to be, he was nevertheless a great guide for those who seek to understand the "inner" reality of the artist, a territory Miller explored with passion throughout his entire life as a writer. "The reality is always there," wrote Miller, "and it is preceded by vision. And if one keeps looking steadily the vision crystallizes into fact or deed. There is no escaping it. It doesn't matter what route one travels--every route brings you eventually to the goal. All roads lead to heaven is the Chinese proverb. If one accepted that fully, one would get there so much more quickly." 


For Miller, the artist's primary task is to use his work to lift up the spirit of man, to bring it into harmony with cosmic realities and "thereby recover the poetic vision of things which has gone out of the world," as he once explained in an interview. His eloquent writings on the spiritual dimension of creativity serve as a continual reminder that, "the Intelligence which directs the Universe, or the Mind which is the Universe, is there to draw on, there to collaborate with, when you stop trying to run the show." This inspired approach to painting seems especially amazing when one considers that Miller produced many of his best pictures when he was in his 60s, rich, vibrant watercolors with cosmic themes, masterful compositions and Dionysian movements. The originality and profound simplicity of his work reflects " a transcendental spirit whose vision illumines the cosmic heritage of mankind," as painter Beaufort Delaney once described his mentor. 


All that Miller achieved as a writer, all that he loved and celebrated in his books is

also expressed in his incomparable watercolors, works of art which, over and above everything else he created, will ensure his immortality. Out of his expansive, Rabelaisian sensibility he projected a compassionate acceptance of life and a fearless curiosity about everything under the sun that makes his paintings, as well as his books, so immensely appealing. His pictures, like his writing, convey "the feeling of abundance and vivacity that characterized his mind and heart," as novelist Lawrence Durrell wrote of the effect of Miller's watercolors.  


"The practice of any art," wrote Miller, "demands more than savoir-faire. One must not only be in love with what one does, one must also know how to make love. In love, self is obliterated. Only the beloved counts. Whether the beloved be a bowl of fruit, a pastoral scene, or the interior of a bawdy house makes no difference. One must be in it and of it wholly. Before the subject can be transmitted aesthetically, it must be devoured and absorbed. If it is a painting it must perspire with ecstasy." (Italics mine)  

In her wonderful book about Miller, The Devil at LargeErica Jong cites the liberating effect of miller's language that sets him apart from other writers. "For the most part, the 'fictional' novels we read today belong to a dead genre, a genre that somnolizes rather than awakens," explains Jong. "People read mysteries, romances, and thrillers to anesthetize themselves, not to alert their souls. Most books are enslaving rather than liberating. They lull the senses; they hypnotize the moral imagination. But Miller is doing something else entirely--and it is necessary to recognize it. He is using words in the service of liberation."  "Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant, he wrote in Big Sur and The Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch. "It merely points the way . . . in becoming an end, it defeats itself . . . Whoever uses the spirit that is in him creatively is an artist. To make living itself an art, that is the goal." 



STEWART WHISENANT photo by Ober Kline

Cosmological Eye
Karen's Sunflower
Zee Bool

"There is enough art around that is overbred, pale and decadent. This may be why young artists have taken their cues from the aborigines. - Emil Nolde

Fleurs de Fungowee

My ship comes in . . .

Over the top . . .

New Nude

Derrière's Divine Vase


The Worm Squirms

Tyler, Tyger, Burning Bright . . .
Topical Bull
Alexia's Bull
Obie's Golden Bull
Mellow Melon
Hiep's Dragonfly

Sun & Flowers

Tropical Floral

Blue-chip Fish
Reservoir of Electricity
Tropical Sunrise
Fantasy Fish
Monet Morning
Panting is for the birds . . .

Mellow Mallard

Flower Garden
Daffy Dils
In Sparkling Air

White Abstract

"My Aunt has a vase that is simply divine!"
Global Warming
Bird Man of Easter Island
Fleurs du Pot
Quick Pink
Blue-chip Black Sheep
Neoliberal Fleece
Shifty Sheep
Shimmering Shilitsky
Moonrise over Scott Street
Paulette's Pallet
Safe Landing
Another Experiment
Experimental Form
Mystic & Bird

"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The Mayor's Golden Duck
Edge of the Wedge
Caleigh's Loon
Flying Bird
Flying Bird #2
Arrangement in Primary Colors
Cloudy, Cloudy Day
Full & Bye-bye
Neon Rooster
Crisp Nude
Cosmic Cat

Cosmic Cat # 99



Pence's Fly
Dans La Jardin

I have become Death, destroyer of Mealy Bugs!

Big Butterfly
Monsieur Reynard
War Horse
Picasso's Bull
Window of Opportunity
Beach Fantasy
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