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| Returning to York brought him up against the limitations of the pinprick view through the lens. Landscape demands painting. The sketchbook replaces the camera, and Rembrandt is his master teacher in utilizing the hand and studying the energy of the marks. Through the pen, Hockney discovers the connection between Rembrandt and the Chinese masters of that time: in his lack of shadows, the Dutch master was possibly influenced by imported Chinese porcelain. “Untitled” (2004, watercolor on paper [2 sheets], 29 1/2 x 83”) is a case in point. The contained palette--shades of lavender, grays and black--and the spare, stark trees reveal his mastery of the full brush: “The full-laden brush, I realized. . .is the most direct method of laying in a mark flowing from the eye, the heart, down the arm to the hand. . .Oil painting . . .you have to push. Watercolor just flows, ink just flows.” The road seen here pulls your eye away in a diagonal direction toward the distant horizon, toward the unknown point in space, and metaphorically toward the unknown itself. These changes in light and color, this contrast between Hockney’s California and East Yorkshire nevertheless invite comparisons because Hockney builds upon what he has already explored. “East Yorkshire, Spring Landscape, 2004” (watercolor on paper [2 sheets], 29 1/2 x 83”) recalls the curvilinear spatial exuberance of “Mulholland Drive. The Road to the Studio” through its patchwork hills and roads, the energetic bounding and rebounding of light and color. But we are in a more delicate world here, a pale transparent landscape of mossy greens, grays, lavenders and reds; and this world for Hockney, is not merely a creative appropriation. “Two Trees, East Yorkshire. 31 III 04,” (2004, watercolor on paper, 29 1/2 x 41 1/2”), conveys the silent dualities of the exhibition: Trees that are not representations but entities of the present and the past. The profundity and scope of this project, the re-discovery of fresh possibilities for the hand, the eye and the heart, the medium itself and the exploration of this East Yorkshire space mark an entry into Hockney’s most intimate world: “Hand Eye Heart” embodies what he has been and what he is. |