This painting was done for a couple reasons.
A. Because I wanted the challenge/satisfacttion of painting the visual techniques involved in painting blown glass
C. Because I love my pipe, what's its done for me in the past, and just recently.
For those who dont know, buying a glass pipe is somewhat of a visual investment. The artist who blow these magnificent works of functional art blow them to asthetically mistify the experience when using. However the good ones who know what their doing are able to blow glass in a way that over time of use, the instrument will have completely changed its colorful coat inside, projecting almost a entietely different finish on the outside. My piece is one of these. When purchasing this piece I would have never thought I'd ever take the time to render the likes of someone elses (artist unknown) work. Id like to believe that I'm also consistantly changing as well as an artist. Possible parrellels here.
Rene magritte was a belgium born surralistic painter who's main aim through his work was to make people see his/their would differently. This is my perspective on his work, and may not necessarily be the one that the public shares. His work challenge our grasp of reality and quite often makes us second guess what we believe is our "perception". It's the same premise in which magicians rely on to create there illusions, except his is bound by a 2 dimensional surface. "Bound" in this instance might be inaccurate, simply because depth exploration is a tool which you can find repeatedly though out his vast array of work. Horse Riding and La Condition Humaine are fine examples of this point. With these, quite often does one scratch their head in question, and ponder exactly what is trying to be said by the artist.
The treachery of images is no different. It simply challenges one to ask themselves, "well if this isn't a pipe, then what is". I pipe is something that you can smoke, and pack.. and clean out. A pipe has certain weight, size, and texture. These can all be implied through applying oil on canvas in a poetic manner, but doesn't mean it is a real pipe. This may be how one would describe the painting, and maybe even label it by. But one thing is for sure… you can't pack his pipe, and you damn sure can't smoke out of it.
My painting was specific to me and my relationship with MY pipe. While in a bit of an artistic dry spell, a friend of mine came over and packed my pipe. Not saying his actions are the sole reason for the demise of that awkward point in my creativity, but surely help lift a few burdens and made it easier for me to get back behind the easel. It was as if it bought me back to college, that time when the creative juices where flowing like NYC fire hydrants in 103 degree heat waves. I don't know if it just helped me forget the issues which were plaguing me at the time, or helped me focus my consistently blurry artistic vision. Who knows, but I gotta give credit somewhere, right?
This is not your pipe. Its MY pipe. A pipe that has been with me for years, and means a great deal to me. And sure, as to you… it might just be blown glass (or the representation there of) but to me, its much more.