Brakhage 1997
Brakhage 1997
Originally published in Philip Taaffe: Composite Nature, Peter Blum Edition, New York, 1998. The
discussions took place on September 6th and 7th, 1997, in Boulder, Colorado. The conversation
shifted location between several downtown bookstores and cafes, where Brakhage was always warm-
ly received by the locals as a familiar and slightly eccentric figure who often painted and etched his
PHILIP TAAFFE: I’m in the midst of a new adventure. I’m slowly building
a vocabulary of images related to natural history. Lately I’ve been delving
Stan Brakhage and Philip Taaffe,
Lalibela Studios, New York, 1997. into the sea world: researching imagery with the idea of eventually mak-
Photo by Peter Bellamy ing an epic underwater painting. This will involve very basic emblematic
creatures—deep sea fish, shells, crustaceans, sea weed, and coral forma-
tions. For the most part I’ve been reworking images taken from nineteenth
and twentieth century books on natural history. I’m always looking for
something so representative of its type that it almost becomes an abstract
element—a distillation or encapsulation of all its varieties. It is a character-
istic which does not exist in nature, but only through our observation of
nature—or more to the point, through my exposure to historical materials
concerning nature.
SB: You could say you’re working forwards, from simpler creatures and
more symmetrical plants. And now with the sea forms and coral in some
sense you’re digging into earlier evolutionary designs. I don’t mean to lay
a solid equation on you—I know it goes back and forth and shifts around.
But is that a fair thing to say, generally?
SB: Maybe it’s presumptuous, but I don’t see any relation at all between
your work and Andy Warhol’s. At some point he may have inspired you…
PT: There really is no connection, you’re right. But when you start to use
silk screen directly in a painting you’ve got to think about Warhol, you’ve
got to take him into consideration. Perhaps that’s why I sought a very
different approach. What these are turning into is an accumulation of
gestures. The imagery is a pretext for a partial rendering, so they look like
broken or fossilized fish. They’re animated, yet they’ve turned to dust be-
fore my eyes. The forms are pre-drawn, they’re pre-existing images that are
being mutated, gesturally. I think that’s what’s happening now. I’m doing
these things to understand what they look like, first of all. Later I’ll be able
to use them in a more assimilated way, more of an epic idea, where they
will all come together in concert to operate within a larger field or format.
These are in an elemental stage of experiment right now, making me acute-
ly aware of further possibilities.
SB: Let me jump right in. Here’s one of the ways I feel deeply related to
you: the fact that one can point to certain things in your paintings and
PT: I agree with you. The specificity of the image is a starting point, a
pretext. It’s a way of describing what’s there, the typological distinctions. I
mean, I care about these fish in terms of getting them right and having an
adequate variety of them. I don’t care about them until I’ve found a way of
doing something else with them. I only find them compelling once they’ve
been mutated, turned into something that’s unidentifiable. What do they
become? That’s what interests me. I’m less involved with them as scientific
specimen per se, or as wonderful old engravings that I have reworked. I’m
Sea Stars with Coral (Meanrinidae), I, really interested in where they take me, in their potential as a catalyst, in
(1997). Oil pigment on paper,
26 x 20 inches (66 x 51 cm) how they move towards a situation of plenitude, and beyond.
PT: In a way I’m doing the same thing as the Parks Department. It is a
peculiar idea, but maybe what we look for is the perfect imperfection, as a
better working model. There are various layers of editorial consciousness
that I bring to deciding which materials I will consider for this work. There
is the basic question: What do I really want to see? Which has less to do
with any idealization than with finding material I can actually work with.
For example, in considering our notion of what is a fish, or how to rep-
resent some quintessential differences of fish-ness, it’s important to have
a wide morphological range in terms of fin structure, body shapes, size,
depth of habitation, and so on.
SB: The main thing you do with them, which is very hard, is pry them
PT: Well, I did that to the ferns, but I ended up using the names that natu-
ral science had applied to them, because they made such great titles.
SB: I share that fondness for titles, too. I think we both approach the matter
of titles in a similar way. They’re memorable, they ring with a kind of hon-
esty. They’re introductions to the vision, and in most cases they’re gentle.
You’re a little better at irony than I am. I think “Snake Eyes” is a nice ironic
statement. But didn’t we both last night acknowledge that they’re caprices
in relationship to the work? They don’t really have much to do with the
vision.
PT: It’s perfectly useful to have a title, even though it may have nothing
to do in the programmatic sense with the experience of the work. We’re
interested in something far more than what the title indicates. It’s merely
preparing us for the vision.
PT: So the honesty on the part of Debussy was to be true to his chosen
subject during the making of these compositions. To whatever extent he
succeeded or failed, the influence of the sea would remain the underlying
thematic concern. In this way, the music has a connection, emotionally, to
the process that engendered it.
SB: He shared with us his source. I’m always in favor of that as the direc-
tion to go in titling things anyway.
SB: Yes, you don’t entirely escape the problems of language with number-
ing, anyway: Number 13 of Jackson Pollock’s paintings from 1957. Well,
thirteen is a loaded number, see what I mean? There are problems with
numbers just as well…
SB: A lot of problems, yeah. Of which I think the best meditation on that
subject is the book of Robert Creeley’s and Robert Indiana’s, Numbers.
But as a frustrated poet, titles are my one chance to use language a little bit.
I’m not going to let go of that. I know that in a deeper way it would prob-
ably be better if I employed numerals in Pollock’s fashion, but I can’t do it.
Painting with Diatoms (1997)
Mixed media on canvas. I’m going to insist on my frustrated poetics.
54 x 66 inches (137 x 167.5 cm)
PT: Yes, you must. Your titles are wonderfully evocative, you’re an extreme-
ly good writer.
SB: Thank you, but that’s still not a poet, right? In fact it’s almost the op-
posite. To be a good writer is to almost preclude being a poet. I love that
statement in Cocteau’s Orpheus, where he says, “What is a Poet?” And he
answers, “One who writes, but is not a writer.” I’m always struggling with
that. I don’t know whether I betrayed language or it betrayed me, let’s say it
was a mutual betrayal in my crucial late teens. But I’ve had the good luck to
be in the company of truly great poets all along the line, like Robert Dun-
can, Kenneth Rexroth, Louis Zukofsky, Charles Olson. And people of my
own age, Michael McClure, Robert Creeley, Ed Dorn.
SB: Oh yes. The one that springs to mind in relation to your present work is
The Domain of the Moment. The title is a phrase by William James, where
he is attempting to describe that moment when one suddenly feels at the
mercy of the universe, like a great emptiness. I won’t try to paraphrase Wil-
liam James, but it’s an incredible concept. As I read his statement about it,
that which he feared so much, I came to have this sense from the animals
around me that they lived in this condition most of the time. Only humans
struggle to be out of it. So I made four portraits: one is a little chicken. One
PT: We’re right on track here. When did you make that?
SB: Late ‘seventies, early ‘eighties. I also made a film called “Bird,” which
was inspired by a guy who taught here in Boulder, Robert Bakker, the man
most in charge of the idea of the hot blooded dinosaurs. A big bearded
guy with his bib overalls, out in the field most of the time, but he’d come
into town once in a while. This is dinosaur country. He wrote a book called
The Hot Blooded Dinosaur, which I highly recommend. It makes the case,
absolutely to my satisfaction, that there’s no reason to have two phylum for
Black Venus (1998–99) birds and dinosaurs—they should be one phylum. When we lived up in
Mixed media on canvas.
85 x 113 inches (216 x 287 cm) the mountains in Rollinsville I had a guinea fowl, and this was the smartest
creature in our barnyard, which had goats, chickens, cats, geese, and so on.
It was by far the smartest creature among them, and it couldn’t have had a
brain larger than a pea. I had a complete vision of it as dinosaur.
SB: You also have a painting with beetles. I see you’ve named them scarabs
rather than beetles…
SB: That sort of titling serves to place the work at one remove from lan-
guage, in a way.
SB: Okay, but that’s ten times, maybe a thousand times harder to do in a
representation than it is in everyday life.
PT: It would be good to get rid of the word and just deal with the image
itself, which was Burroughs’s idea.
SB: Taaffe. Double “A” and double “F”—that’s bound all the way through
your childhood to have had a strong and powerful influence on you.
SB: But look at it visually. Forget the literary connotations, like you’re
struggling to do with everything you make. Look at the relationship be-
tween your work and the most powerful thing you possess—your name.
Now Philip is spelled with only one “L.”
SB: Although you’ve got an “I” on either side of it, so that’s kind of odd too.
For your first name you’ve eschewed having what’s ordinarily the double L.
And in your surname you have double doubles, one right after the other. It
has to have had some bearing on your work. Who would give me that kind
of information is Gertrude Stein, who says your name is that which is most
personally received by you of every sound you’re ever going to hear. I’m
saying you’re predisposed for repetition, and as Gertrude Stein has proven
beautifully, over and over again, repetition does not exist. My favorite of
her lessons in this regard is, “Before the flower of friendship faded friend-
ship faded”—a second friendship faded is just as different from the first
Black Column (Asterias Murrayi), I, (1997), one as it could possibly be. So you know this lesson instinctively. Even
Oil pigment on paper, though you could excite a lot of people by increasing your symmetry you
22 x 15 inches (56 x 38 cm)
eschew that power, although you may play close to it.
PT: It literally is film. I’m doing a sort of crystallized cinema. The animat-
ing part of superimposition has to do with identifying and completing the
character of a work. It often happens that after I’ve done an entire phase
of a painting, someone will come into the studio and see it as a finished
work when in fact it is not. The reason I like to attain such a high degree of
resolution before the next and maybe last phase of a work is because this
SB: The best talismanic line I have for superimposition comes from Charles
Olson: “Two eyes in every head to be looked out of.” I get that because
my eyes go in different directions. In the morning I’m wall-eyed, there’s a
weakness in the left eye. Therefore I grew up having not just one vision, but
two, quite often. Every time I’d get excited, or tired, or drunk, right away
my eyes—particularly the left eye—just drifts. That then led me to perceive
in double. I’m also consciously involved with trying to perceive not only
what I’m remembering, but how I’m remembering it. It’s all drifting there,
like my grandmother drifting now somewhere between my two eyes and
their slightly different vision, and what’s coming up in memory is drifting
there too. There’s no way to represent that except for superimposition of A,
Pineshell Inner Mussel (Bi-section), (1997). B, C, three film rolls, and sometimes I’ve gone up to six rolls of film.
Oil pigment on paper,
20 x 27 inches (51 x 69 cm)
PT: I also get a better understanding of a painting’s structural requirements
by dwelling on it for sometimes long periods of time. In superimposing
further imagery, I may finish a work several times. In this manner there is
an accumulation of elements and meanings.
PT: I think it’s important that you mention irony in connection with the
decorative because this issue needs to be placed in a larger cultural con-
text. I do try to subvert the decorative in various ways, even though it is
not always easy to recognize how this has occurred in a given work. I don’t
have a uniform or consistent approach to these things. However, I believe
I’m much closer to a minimalist position in that I favor austerity. I gener-
ally use decorative motifs in a carefully restricted and iconic way. Also my
choices are very much about personal association and memory. I try to
invest the work with a psychic energy which makes me less immediately
concerned with loveliness of pictorial composition than with finding the
best means for holding the energy there.
SB: One way I held my sanity together across that fifteen-year period that
I commuted every other week to teach at the Chicago Art Institute, was by
visiting all of the Louis Sullivan buildings. That famous Sullivan quote is
PT: Yes, it certainly has, with the exception of Matisse, perhaps. Actual-
ly, the origins of these anti-decorative arguments are to be found for the
most part in modernist architectural theory. Mies van der Rohe’s reaction
to nineteenth century architecture was to strip things down to their bare
essentials, to a very focused structure. The use of proportion and planar
space was considered embellishment enough—anything more had to be
seen as antithetical to progress.
PT: This is another side of the story that we haven’t discussed, an artist’s
motivation coming from a place that is completely private. The drawings
are meditations, but they’re also public. In the beginning it is always a
completely private vision, but the ambition or the motivation is to give
that to the world. I often find myself poised between two poles of thought.
The one, as Matisse said, is to make a painting as a luxuriant armchair.
And then on the other hand you have Georges Rouault saying, I don’t care
if anybody ever sees anything I do, I’m creating this purely as a form of
prayer, a private visionary meditation, and that is all.
SB: I’m somewhere between the two, also. I’m envious of Rouault’s being
able to say that, and I may someday be given that possibility, as I get older,
I can hope. But I’m somewhere in between, because I also feel the burden
PT: This brings up another question I wanted to ask, which has to do with
this issue of transcendence, and how our everyday circumstances need
to intersect with that point on a constant basis. We create because we feel
these ancient sources of motivation. I think we both feel that strongly.
We’re doing what we do because there’s something behind us that is propel-
ling us to act out a certain ritual. It’s a form of magical engagement, shap-
ing something that goes against a lot of what we experience. So much of
what we do stands in opposition to what we have to confront culturally.
SB: The arts will automatically undermine the given status quo. At the same
time, artists tend to be the most conservative people on earth, contrary to
the myths that are propagated about them. I’ve said again and again that
I’m not to be credited so much for the art which comes to me in a trance
state. I’m just running along panting after forces or persuasions or muse–
buzzings, or god or angels or whatever you want to call it, just trying not
to screw up, to get it somehow so that it has a life of its own. I’m being
midwife to this creation. I don’t understand it any better than anybody else.
What I’m to be credited for is having stayed alive to be able to do that in an
incredibly hostile time. When everything was out to destroy and defeat me,
I kept on reading, and opening myself up, so I had as wide a life experience
to pour through me, and as deep a comprehension of other artist’s lives and
makings coming through me, and I tried to be honest about what I was
doing. Honesty with no sense of hubris, as if I knew what was right and
what was not. I cannot praise something that I’m unable to see. I have to be
able to comprehend in order to make art. That’s got me in the worst trouble
imaginable.
PT: And that is why you are one of the great sole practitioners of the art of
cinema. Any adversity I have had to face in order to do what I do, I’m sure
pales by comparison to the obstacles you have been forced to contend with.
SB: Well thank you. It is the magic of art, its transformation possibilities,
which people most fear. Formal aesthetics contain magic powers, but most
people don’t know how to comprehend art aesthetically. Many artists also
eschew aesthetics for direct magic power in their works. All my life I’ve
witnessed the perils of the practice of magic by artists. Most people just
don’t have the wisdom and the strength to wield this power. Artists are all
the time in this category, right? There are great dangers in the arts. Abstrac-
tion is very dangerous—as you know very well.
PT: I’m glad you said that. As far as I’m concerned it’s got to be dangerous
Metacrinus Angulatus, (1997).
Mixed media on canvas, if it’s going to me any good.
27 x 36 inches (69 x 91 cm)
SB: Very dangerous. That’s why you’re being very careful. On the oth-
er hand to make a representation of something risks being either stupid
or facile or passé. And it is also dangerous. When you make a picture of
something, in a way that’s voodun, and it’s not been good for humanity.
White Magic is for me. My whole case against Black Magic is simple: you
have to move a mountain, so you apply your energy, the same as if you
were moving it a shovelful at a time, for however many generations it takes.
You pass that energy on in a useful form to others who also share in it,
until finally that energy has been accrued, and then if you have to you can
move the mountain because it’s already been paid for. Black Magic says
move it now, pay later. The temptation of Black Magic is that people always
have good reasons—beneficent, humane reasons for needing to do some
big thing. Like go all the way to the back brain and start forward. But it has
to be paid for a shovelful at a time. Or else, like the installment plan, you’re
in debt, with interest. If you’re borrowing against the future you have to pay
the interest, right? There’s great power involved, and what kind of a saint
can resist that kind of power—when you can put someone to death just by
incantation. How many are saintly enough to exercise that power benefi-
cently?
PT: That was part of what I was trying to do. I suppose the experiment
was to see how long the vocal narrative and the linear or gestural narrative
could coexist, keep generating one another, before language fell away.
SB: And probably you talked less and less the more you got involved in
the work. You see how comparable that is to Gertrude Stein’s Stanzas and
Meditations: every word must be a character, as if in a novel, so that “a”
and “the” have lives as they move through the poem, until finally it’s a cast
of thousands that are murmuring their own stories. (I’m very dependent
upon the wisdom and friendship of Stein scholar Ulla E. Dydo for much of
my thought here.) The larger truth behind that is we are made up of parti-
cles that are absolutely unique, with no two alike. Certainly these cells have
likenesses unto all of the cells that make up our body, but let’s just stick
with the brain for the moment. The brain has all these cells inside, and each
of them is having its own individual life. They have parts you can name,
each has a nucleus, and a connective tissue that looks a certain way, but
no two are alike. They are then variously cooperating in whatever it is we
are, or imagine ourselves to be in some conglomerate sense. But there is no
actual or literal space in there. And unless your painting is in some sense
being true to what the individual lives of those cells are, you’re not evolving
in any way.
PT: One thing I want to reiterate about this process I was describing when
I was speaking into the microphone and making these marks and trying to
refer to my immediate memory of this film, is that it was some form of in-
cantation. And I believe there is a connection between this previous exer-
cise and my present incantatory use of silkscreen. The repetitive printing of
SB: When we go through the womb we have fins at one point, we have
gills, we look very much like those curled rocks we find in fossils. We are
of earth in that sense. Although I firmly believe that it does not matter if
anybody else ever sees it, you cannot just think it, you have to put it into
material. Once you put it into material it’s in the world. We are here to
work with material, we are not walking on water. Just sitting and thinking
it is not enough. But if in the making you want to be true to the brain, if
Radiolaria, (1997).
Oil pigment on canvas, you want it fully in the painting as the mind, then all you can achieve is
22 x 30 inches (56 x 76 cm)
fish-ness: not fish, but fishness. I don’t know how else to put it. Because
otherwise you’re making a symbol that’s pointing to something outside.
Brains do not have fish stuck in them, they have fishnesses, they have an
energy in there, they have traces of something that can be invoked as fish.
PT: We’re getting into difficult semantic territory here, but I think you’re
loosely referring to the Platonic thought-form, the image we implicitly
know to exist, from which all particular examples are derived. the fish was
certainly a dominant Paleo-Christian symbol.
SB: But instead of having a symbol that gets more and more hardened,
like the valentine heart, you clash these things, or imprint them doubled.
They double over on each other, they start reverberating. You may have the
shadow of the same thing, or a near-symmetry, on opposite sides. I par-
ticularly think of your leaves in this respect. The snakes accomplish this in
a different way, because there are so many of them, all coiled in different
directions, it all might be one that your brain is juggling around in these
various ways, and being effected to a multiplicity of such.
PT: It’s just that I don’t want emptiness. I generally have a negative reaction
to empty abstract minimalist paintings, unless they are by really great prac-
titioners. I prefer to see something replete with feeling and imagery, not this
static inert artifact. I want a generosity of being, of spirit. I want people to see
and think about that. And even if the drawing is reduced and ends up only
having one thing in it, that is a result of my having wanted there to be more.
PT: Well I’m looking ahead. I’m not ready for the primates yet, but I’m
working in that direction. I want it all, you see. I want to interact with it all.
SB: I’ll drink to that! Here’s to having it all! Of course one of the heroes
of the Cantos of Ezra Pound is Linnaeus, for ordering the plant kingdom.
Another is Louis Agassiz, because he went always to the source, and wrote
a kind of spiritualized science. Do you know Agassiz’s work? There’s a mar-
velous little book of his writings, with an introduction by Guy Davenport,
from the Beacon Press. Agassiz was one of the great naturalists of the nine-
teenth century, from Harvard, who got his whole reputation destroyed be-
Radiolaria, Milleporidae, (1997).
Oil pigment on canvas, cause he opposed Darwin. So he got shot down by politics. In all the ways
22 x 30 inches (56 x 76 cm)
that he opposed Darwin he was absolutely right. It’s just that he overlooked
that Darwin was more right, in ways that were going to be more important.
But for Darwin, like any great man, like Freud, the work was 80% mistakes,
and Agassiz took a trip up the Amazon and pegged every one of them. He
made incredibly fine drawings. You would love Agassiz. Pound uses him
in the Cantos, where a graduate student is drawing a sunfish, and Agassiz
is having him keep at it, week after week, and the fish is rotting away, and
after three weeks Agassiz says, “Ah, we’re beginning to get somewhere…”
There was a deep and profound relationship between naturalism and draw-
ing in the nineteenth century. Not this snapping a picture, but feeling your
way along.
PT: Yes, linear investigation. I’m working a lot right now with nineteenth
century engravings and I love the personalities that emerge from such
intricately woven detail. Nature drawings are generally far more descriptive
and more tactile than most photographs. Although there are some great
nature photographers?the Czech V. J. Stanek is a personal favorite of mine.
SB: Photographs have the presumption that is the disaster of my whole field
of making, namely, that it presents a reality, a mirror held up to nature.
And it does not. My only hope is now that there’s digital technology and
people can cheat and recreate any “reality” they wish, that finally photogra-
phy will no longer have that burden—that it represents reality. Which was a
lie in the first place. Not represents, even, but that it is the literal imprima-
tur of reality.
SB: They had more claim to representing reality at that point, but they
didn’t make that claim because those were humble people. Do you know
what cinematographer means? “Writer of movement.” That’s what we do.
PT: That’s beautiful. The Pencil of Nature was Henry Fox Talbot’s title for
the first book of published photographs. Anna Atkins was certainly a pre-
cursor of this same aesthetic. She was the first woman photographer, really.
She made extraordinary cyanotypes in the eighteen forties and ‘fifties. She
came from a well-established English family who were Members of Parlia-
ment. Her father was very friendly with Fox Talbot. She had access to un-
limited possibilities in setting up an elaborate technical apparatus for doing
what she did. She was an important pioneer of the cyanotype.
SB: I don’t know her work at all. I know Julia Margaret Cameron, very
deeply. Always more to learn about…
Pyrula, (1997).
Oil pigment on paper,
26 x 20 inches (66 x 51 cm) PT: In Edinburgh last month I went to the library at the Royal Botanical
Gardens. They have an extraordinary collection of nature-printed books.
I examined a fascinating group from the seventeenth century which bore
Dutch and Sanskrit inscriptions. The Dutch were in Ceylon and India, and
there were numerous expeditions to collect plant specimens there. They
had a volume on edible Indian berries. The pages of the folios themselves
were quite large to accommodate a good portion of the actual specimen.
The Sanskrit names were handwritten by the Indian botanists working on
the project. Somehow they would take the flowering specimen, coat it with
colored ink, and put it directly through a printing press. The results were
unbelievable, beyond anything of this sort I’ve ever seen before.
SB: You’ve made me realize that I’m overlooking one of the most obvious
parallels to your present work—people’s pressing of flowers, in family
Bibles. As a child these never looked like flowers to me. They were always
more associated with the Bible, or whatever book they were in, than some-
thing that would grow out in the dirt.
PT: That’s right, they became attached to the book, they became a part of
the book…
PT: That’s a slow motion form of nature printing. There was another man,
an Englishman by the name of Henry Bradbury who produced four vol-
umes on English seaweed in the early eighteen sixties, using his own nature
printing method. I recently acquired a set of these. He invented a process
whereby he would place the seaweed on lead plates, and run the lead
through a printing press, and somehow turn that into a printing plate, an
electrolyte process or some such thing. Then he would apply this spray-font
kind of inking directly on the metal sheet, where the color would become
mixed in these marvelous striations. That also made a great impression on
me.
Pterocera, Voluta, Venus, (1997).
Oil pigment on paper,
22 x 30 inches (56 x 76 cm) SB: There was a man in Bennington, Vermont, who in the teens and
twenties of this century devoted himself completely to photographing the
snowflake.
PT: Ah yes, I know about him, W. A. Bentley was his name. Dover reprint-
ed the book of his work.
SB: God bless Dover Books. Without freezing to death, he devoted his life
to giving us these imprints, which do seem to suggest that it might actually
be the case that no two snowflakes even superficially look alike, despite
there being only about five or six forms available to the ice crystal.
SB: OK, I’m going to make a guess, Philip. What you’re doing is burrow-
ing into the back brain. The appeal of symmetry lights up the back brain,
which is our oldest brain. But at the same time that you do this burrowing,
the thing that has been important to me, which I said to you right away
when we first met, is that…
SB: Yes, and you avoid it. I fear symmetry very much. I’ve used it in some
films, but always delicately off balance. It is to me, if not necessarily evil,
something tangent to that: dangerous.
Bal Astérie (1999)
Mixed media on line.
96 x 117-3/4 inches (243 x 299 cm)
PT: Do you think it’s the danger, or the appeal of danger, encoded within
symmetry, or does the use of it act as a kind of charm against something
more dangerous? A protective charm to deal with these dangerous issues in
order to stop something from unraveling that would be truly catastrophic?
SB: Yes, truly catastrophic would be to lose the back brain. Or to pretend
that there weren’t things that seem to be happening again and again, or to
pretend there weren’t things seeming to be symmetrical. So the trick is very
delicate. Things can seem symmetrical, like a snake, but it’s quite clear right
off the bat they are not. Language either becomes at one with the shape or
it ceases to exist and then it’s irrelevant. To try to pretend that we haven’t
named things, to try and pretend that we can go back and be primitive is
to me the horrible danger. That’s what so many people try to do as they go
through their teens over and over again, try to pretend they’re primitive.
All of Germany decided it wanted to be primitive again and shuttled eight
million people into the furnaces. You avoid the name dominating, and you
avoid symmetry dominating. And those in a dry way are two of the most
interesting things about your work. In the wet way, you’re burrowing into
the back brain, from which ground you now say to me you want to evolve
the human form.
PT: Well, I want to be able to move in that direction. I’ve never really ad-
dressed the figure…
PT: No. This abstract language you refer to applies to much of twentieth
century painting. Is Francis Bacon an abstract painter or a figurative one?
Although he addresses the human figure in a considerable way, he uses an
abstract vocabulary. In his work these distinctions are a mirage.
SB: Yes, but the name is still in there. I think you probably want to do it in a
way that the name is irrelevant, like toe or arm or elbow…
PT: I haven’t yet found a way to introduce the human face in my painting.
PT: I’m trying to empower myself to be able to come to terms with it,
because as an artist I feel a certain responsibility to do so. I want to find my
own way of approaching it, in gradual steps, starting from the diatoms, the
ancient ferns, the deep sea creatures, and these other ancient beings that
are obliging me to touch upon them. Also I’m afraid of them disappear-
ing. My obsession with all of this is an attempt to catch up with the natural
world, in a sense.
SB: There you’re an American artist in the same position as the Hudson
River School: what’s tragic about their paintings is as we look at them now,
we realize everything they painted is essentially gone.
SB: Or consider Albert Bierstadt, who came out here to the West. In gen-
eral he’s one of the most popular painters of the Hudson River School, and
for that reason he’s not gotten the breaks critically that I think he deserves.
He came out here and painted these Rocky Mountains, and now they’re
mostly gone, or about to be.
PT: Well there’s a dilemma here, in that I don’t want to be nostalgic at all.
We can’t be nostalgic, we have to face reality. But how does one face this sit-
uation, especially given the debased level of abstraction throughout culture
and society?
SB: You said you want to have it all, which I thought was very funny, and
Crabs (Cancer Ruricola), IV, (1997). now we’ve added the weight to that. Nothing less than all of it will do.
Oil pigment on paper,
20 x 26 inches (51 x 66 cm) The problem is, there’s only part of it that you’re in charge of. We have to
take our instructions. We don’t know from who or what, but we must not
deviate too far to the right or left of those instructions because if we do
we’re worse than wasting time, we’re committing blasphemy, then we’re on
dangerous grounds.
PT: What is this fear of fern forests, Stan, can we get to the bottom of this?
SB: [Laughs] They’re too much the same on one side as the other, though
they’re not identical. But they give the impression that this might be so,
and this makes me very nervous.
PT: They’re also self-generating, self pollinating, I believe. What about the
pleasure principle as an impetus for making something? I will honestly tell
you that my most fundamental decisions as to what gets incorporated into
the work and how I go about doing things, are closely determined by what
I anticipate the pleasure yield to be. Not to say that those decisions won’t
also be agonizing as they are played out.
SB: Yes, of course, and you need to have your own bag of tricks to stay
alive. But let’s face it, the other thing you’re doing when you’re making
marks, and talking into the tape recorder, as you have done, anthropomor-
phizing those marks, and creating a story—you’re trying to give yourself
something to hang on to, something as solid as a detective story.
SB: Yes, while in fact you are drifting off into this terrifying realm. Because
those marks end up essentially…
SB: When you make those marks, you’re leaving little bread crumbs so you
can find your way back through the forest—and you’re hoping some little
bird doesn’t come along and eat them up. Humanly, the individual maker,
he or she, has grounds that are essentially neurotic. Usually these are the
cross-wires of being a teenager, and are essentially sexual, there’s no way
around that. The kinky bather paintings of Cézanne are absolutely essential
SB: Yes, but at any rate he has to go back to the Bathers and try to make
a resolve between the apples and the human body. I know they’re great,
I have great respect for them, but I have never cared for his bathers. For
that matter I prefer his earlier, more honest teenage “sex” paintings to the
bathers, but I know he had to go back and touch those roots again, in order
to do Mont Saint Victoire. That’s a fulcrum. You cannot deny the neurot-
Passage III (Rainbow Fish), 1997–98
Mixed media on canvas.
ic roots of the making—and the more embarrassing the better. So in that
26 1/2 x 36 1/2 inches (67 x 93 cm) regard my best advice to students is, don’t come out and photograph the
Flatiron Mountains yet again, or make an imitation Hollywood movie.
Show us something that’s so embarrassing you can hardly bear to bring it
to class. Now for me the social corollary for that is the avant-garde. You’ve
got to have your avant-garde: it’s embarrassing, it’s stupid even, it’s ama-
teurish in the worst sense of the word, as well as the best, and etymologi-
cally speaking the best sense means “lover”—amateur. But also in the worst
sense, the puffed-up self-important drunk at the end of the bar, telling you
his uninteresting story. Uninteresting because there’s no solution for it. You
can’t solve his problem by giving him ten bucks, or a blow job, or anything.
It’s useless. It’s uninteresting. So that’s the avant-garde. And the arts need
it to bust open into new areas, just like people need the embarrassment of
their teenage years.
PT: I once read an interview with the poet John Wieners. When asked if he
had a theory of poetry he said, “I try to write the most embarrassing thing
I can think of.”
SB: Wonderful. There’s a great story that Charles Olson told me about John
Wieners. When John had his crack-up, and Olson and Robert Duncan
went to visit John in the asylum, he didn’t know anyone, couldn’t recognize
anyone. They were giving him shock treatment, followed by hot and cold
water baths. Olson and Duncan kept going to visit him, many times. And
the doctor said, “I can’t give him too many more shock treatments. If he
doesn’t come out of it, he’s going to end up in the burnt-out ward.”
SB: Yes. He had no memory left at all, then he began to come out of it. And
he wrote a poem. He didn’t know who he was, couldn’t remember his past,
didn’t recognize anybody, but he wrote a poem in the style of John Wie-
ners. And this was the origin of Olson’s statement that Style is Soul. It is the
visible manifestation of soul, irreducible. And his proof was John Wieners,
at this point. Speaking of poets, it interests me that you chose to put that
Novalis poem in your catalogue.
SB: That’s a short film, maybe four and a half minutes, where I scratched
sections of that poem onto the film, so the words appear as electrical fires
interwoven with paint. The other version I made this past year, pulling
out from under all this awful cancer treatment I’ve been through. I tried
to imagine what Novalis’ last Hymn to the Night might have been, when
he’d be beyond language. It’s a twenty-five minute film, the most elaborate
hand-painted film I’ve made. Why was Novalis important to you, so early
on?
PT: I just felt very strongly about that poem. I was reading it over and over
again, in a book Dick Higgins translated. We reprinted part of the poem
and may have neglected to attribute the English translation to him.
SB: He’s a good man. Published Gertrude Stein’s complete Making of the
Americans. People keep waiting for the Great American Novel without
realizing it’s already been written. So you felt an affinity with Novalis. Did it
have to do with his life, his loss of his loved one?
PT: I guess at the time I was feeling like a stray soul. These words touched
SB: It was a beautiful gesture, because the poem and the paintings are not
at all illustrative, they’re just concomitant.
PT: The text was a way of assuring myself of the path that I was taking at
that time. I can’t remember very well my exact motivation, but I think I
wanted to echo the Romantic obsession with irretrievability. It’s hard to
talk about these things now.
SB: I think it’s important to do so. If you can, then it’s your duty. If it’s not
interfering with your real work.
PT: Usually I just try to learn from a situation. You’re a professor, I’ve al-
Painting with Radiolaria and Milliporidae
ways admired professors, although I don’t think I could ever be one.
(1997–98) Mixed media on canvas.
33 x 39 inches (84 x 99 cm)
SB: Look, a large piece of that is a joke. Because really what I’m asked to
profess, for the most part, is Hollywood movies, because that’s all anybody
knows or cares about, particularly in a place like this. And I never saw a
Hollywood movie in my whole life that deserved more chit chat than what
we might do right now after dinner. But that’s what’s been given to me. So I
try to combine some short poetic films with every feature, so they get some
sense of a real art of the cinema…
PT: What are some of the movies you’re showing in this “Sex, Death and
Cinema” course? Maybe I should come to Boulder more often.
SB: You’re certainly welcome. I’d like to convince you to come and live here,
or at least try it. Well, let’s see, Doctor Strangelove, that’s Sex and Death…
SB: A lot of movies qualify for this category if you stop to think about it.
It’s a major theme in the West. The Puritans have left us this burden, that
if people have sex, death has to threaten them. Or else they have to be
dead first, and then they can have sex. I show as many great films as I can
get away with, but for the most part you can’t overdo that or the students
wouldn’t come away with anything, you know? A lot has to be directed
right there where their culture is, what they grew up crawling around on
PT: Robert Breer I remember quite vividly: you must know him.
SB: Oh, what a lovely spirit—I would not have sensed that he would have
had much at all to do with what you are doing.
PT: Well, he was very sympathetic and watched me closely—I think I made
some interesting work in his classes…
PT: In fact that was an important focus for me when I was in art school. It
was a very critical moment for painting. One had to really justify the idea
of presenting a painted object. I made paintings and drawings in art school,
but mostly I was doing photography, animation, and conceptually oriented
installation.
SB: You’re so lucky to have had Bob Breer—I’d loved to have been in a class
with him. There are people who tell jokes that are funny and that’s great,
but with him it’s just pure wit.
SB: The air’s titillated all the time around him—you know—so humble and
beautiful and sweet. He’s one of my favorite people. A lot of people ask me,
why don’t I teach filmmaking, which I do not, and never have, and have al-
ways adamantly refused to do so. No one understands the creative process
well enough, certainly not in these institutes in which I make my living, to
give me the grounds on which I could do such a thing. Firstly, I would have
to be chosen, and then in turn choose those who’d chosen me to be my
students. It would probably never be more than one or two at a time. There
PT: I’m sure these institutions could invent a new form of casualty insur-
ance for you.
SB: The first thing I would teach them is how to get out of a trance, be-
cause many are lost to insanity every year along these paths. People can’t
get out, or they get stuck in certain habits that destroy them, across several
years. One saw tremendous destruction in the 1960s. So I would have to
have ways to treat them for this eventuality. Also we would have to be able
to meet anytime we wanted to, day or night. Not only would there be no
grades, but there would be no system other than that that would evolve as
part of a personal relationship, because I would have to get to know them
very well before I could begin teaching them things. Otherwise I would
start interfering with their creative making, because finally the only thing
they have to give is that which has never been given, that which is absolute-
ly unique. And how do I know for sure there are generalities that you can
Long-Tobacco Pip-Fish (Fistularia), (1997).
tell people, protective measures to take? You go too far, and you’ve sudden-
Oil pigment on paper,
27 x 36 inches (69 x 91 cm) ly precluded what was the only reason for them to be a maker. That’s the
danger…
PT: It’s virtually impossible to teach painting, although many try. I never
learned anything in art school about how to make a painting. For that mat-
ter I’ve never taken a printmaking class in my life.
SB: That’s what I was going to ask you, and I suspected that was so. But you
did have people that kind of helped you to protect yourself, were kind to
you and buffered you…
PT: …And who taught me to think critically, not to accept received ideas
or opinions so easily. My best teachers put great demands upon me, forced
me to demonstrate my intentions, to do things that would stretch my own
boundaries. They would guide things along in a kind but firm way, without
any bullshit. Saying, you might do better if you try this, then leaving the
rest up to me. I had to make use of my own resources, to think these things
through.
PT: That was the importance of William Burroughs for me. At sixteen or
seventeen years old, when I was reading those books for the first time, he
instantly broke down all these barriers for me, shattered this sense of what
was possible, and really made me believe in myself and my own sensibility
and who I was. He gave me a sense that there was something to explore
within myself, and I should be proud of this, that there was a lot to look
forward to and experiment with. That’s what Burroughs gave me.
SB: He had to have been good at that because he did it for Allen Ginsberg
and Jack Kerouac and so many others. So really what he was was a great
teacher. I rely very much on the wisdom of my many mentors, mostly po-
Multile Smaller Fish, Vertical Drawing, ets, to guide me.
(1997). Oil pigment on paper,
26 x 20 inches (66 x 51 cm)
PT: There is something that occurred to me that I want to ask you about:
Let’s say you meet an average citizen in a hardware store, someone who
doesn’t know anything about your work. You get to talking, they ask you
what you do, and you say, “I’m a filmmaker.” And they reply, “Oh really,
what kind of films do you make?” I would imagine you probably have a
great way of responding. But if you were to say, “My films are abstract,”
suddenly this is something that this person, this everyman, would have a
difficult time hitching in his or her own mind. When I meet someone like
that, a lay person if you will, and they ask, “What kind of paintings do you
make?”—the last thing I want to say is, “I make abstract paintings.” Be-
cause I am afraid of the vacuous associations that this person might make
about the nature of what I do. The vast majority of abstract painting is
completely banal…
SB: It’s dangerous enough in America to admit you’re an artist at all. That
alone can get you killed, particularly here in the West. Up in Rollinsville,
in the bar there, or Wyoming for sure. If you go north of here they’ll shoot
you at first provocation for being an artist.
SB: You could tell them you’re a geologist. And then if you get to know
them rather well, after the third drink, you could tell them you’re a geolo-
gist of the imagination. Or geographist. As you move into shells and so on,
you also move into geography. Of course that’s the name of Guy Daven-
port’s great book, The Geography of the Imagination, which I recommend
very highly. I define abstract vision as moving visual thinking, but normal-
ly I’d still be regarded as an abstract artist. I just tell them I’m making visual
music. Music for the eyes, like we have music for the ears. They don’t quite
know what it is, but they do seem to accept that. I think it was Walter Pater
who said “All the arts aspire to music.” It’s a great truth.
Long, Deep-Sea Toothy Fish (Chauliodus SB: That’s it. But on the other hand, when you work with film, as I’m also
Sloanii), II, (1997).Oil pigment on paper,
38 x 24 inches (97 x 61 cm) photographing again and not just handpainting, you do get images of
things that are namable. Now here’s my sense of what a picture is: a pic-
ture is a collection of namable things, framed. And I do mean the pun in
“framed”—i.e. that the collection is biased. Now when you think about it,
that definition is at least 50% literary. That’s OK: the arts veer toward each
other. Painting veers toward music. Films veer toward literature. They all
jostle each other in some way. But at the same time, when the chips are
down, you’ve got to go for ground. Of all the things you’ve said, in various
interviews that I’ve read, you know full well that we have to go to ground
now or there’s no evolution, and we do just become footnotes to what else
was done. Because the highfalutin’ stuff has been done and tried in all vari-
ous different ways…
SB: In your case I would say it means go to the back brain and build up
from there. That’s the quickest way you’ll get to the human. Oddly by going
PT: That’s my instinct. I feel it’s an inadequate situation that we’ve inher-
ited, through modernism in the twentieth century until. now. We’ve been
consumed with all of this rupture, fracturing, splintering, the obliteration
of precedence.
PT: It has been the nature of the avant-garde that it always answers its own
questions. It always goes its own way and finds its own level. But where do
we imagine we’re taking things? I see myself as engaged in a type of re-
search that is intended to bring us forward, to provide some new options. It
is an autonomous quest, but it should result in alternatives, in wider cir-
cumstances for the production of visual culture. It’s supposed to set up that
possibility, not close it down. That’s the nature of the activity.
SB: In other words you want to make sure you don’t get painted into a cor-
ner, that you don’t paint yourself into a corner…
Calligraphic Tail Fish
(Porogadus Miles), III, (1997).
Oil pigment on paper, PT: Certainly one must try to avoid that. I must say, I think I’ve managed
26 x 20 inches (66 x 51 cm)
relatively well thus far.
SB: I’ll give you that right off the top, but still you’re going to worry about
that, at times, aren’t you, in the dark night? Plenty have. You see people
being bumped off to the right and left, all around.
PT: At the same time I don’t think artists are really that much different
from anyone else, except that we are called upon to do exactly what pleases
us, and what we feel will interface with our given cultural reality in a signif-
icant way.
SB: Happily you do many different kinds of paintings, you don’t allow
yourself to get stuck. Yet they’re always your style, one senses it’s you, it’s
one spirit. Curiously I feel you more in relation to Mark Rothko than to
Barnett Newman, who would seem to be a more obvious choice by your
earlier paintings. I don’t know quite why that is. Every now and again
there’s a painting that’s made up of this kind of variable field, with shapes in
it, which makes me think of the early Surrealist works of Rothko.
SB: I feel as strongly as you, speaking for Abstract Expressionism. It’s not
just “America’s greatest contribution to art,” which I think it also is, but
a supremely decisive moment in human history. You seem to me to be
involved very directly with a present-day evolution from Abstract Expres-
sionism. I don’t mean to put that on you as any kind of a burden, and it
may not be how you see yourself at all, but it has to do with lineage. Art
grows through history like a tree; it has a natural evolution. Some branches
go off into nowhere and the fruit dies on the vine, so to speak. Although to
be part of a tradition doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re going to produce
the next branches.
PT: This again connects us to the idea of maintaining some tribal direction,
Tetra (Hyphessobrycon pulchripinnis), and encourages me to believe that the essential responsibility of the artist at
(1997). Oil pigment on paper,
22-1/4 x 30 inches (56 x 76 cm) this stage in the twentieth century is to heal: to tell stories, to bring things
together, to unite the elements of our artistic heritage. The task is to start
making connections between things, rather than throwing them away in an
act of dismissal or rabid consumption. There’s no question that a process of
rupture and refocusing is necessary for the development of new art. What I
am calling for is a more inclusive situation, a more broadly assimilated art.
Because I believe that ultimately the most significant work is that which
takes more into consideration, rather than less. We are at a completely
fractured, splintered point in our cultural history. Yet I think it’s necessary
and possible as it’s never been before to undergo this process of healing and
re-connection. We need to look at the whole picture, try to create complex
harmonies and disjunctions, and to examine the links between them.
SB: I’m intrigued as to how you arrived at where you are today, from those
early works that involved re-enactments of other paintings?
PT: I see that as prefatory to what followed. Those works were a means
whereby I could practice a certain aesthetic, to reach another end. I was
concerned with Abstract Expressionism’s obsession with the sublime, and
SB: Correct me if I’m wrong, but in your writings, and in the interviews
that I’ve read, maybe reject is too strong, but there seems something in you
that isn’t primarily interested in the attitude that artists must contend with
other artists in order to grow. I find that interesting as I mused on it last
night, because you had just told me that as a youth you wanted to be a box-
er. And I thought, yes, of course, you would want to work through certain
things very physically as a child, and naturally you would come to a stra-
tegic understanding of artist’s attitudes when it comes to contending with
one another. To begin with, they fight amongst themselves and weaken
each other, and then they get bumped off by the rest of society that doesn’t
give a damn for them in the first place. But worse than that, they tend to
remake negatives and positives of each other’s work, which gets you into a
historical time warp.
PT: That’s the pernicious aspect to alot of twentieth century artistic think-
ing—the defensive, propriety attitude, the territoriality. Of course, it’s easier
to be critical of some of these positions from our vantage point, after the
battles have already been fought. But I suppose part of the reason I’ve done
some of the work I’ve described, the re-enactments, is to call into question
this sense of territory, and turn it into something that can be explicitly built
upon, rather than it being untouchable artistic property.
SB: In contention one says, “I’m going to do the opposite.” But the opposite
is always dependent on what you’re doing the opposite of. Suddenly you’re
in a trap. The quickest way to get into an historical trap is to be contentious
with other artists. Yet how can one help it—if you don’t make an expression
of your annoyance, you run the risk of not defending that which has been
given to you to do. But you’re not in a war with other artists, you’re only
SB: Oh yes, the rope, what’s that one called? South Ferry?
PT: South Ferry, yes. It’s modeled after an actual marine rope. The title
of his work was South Ferry. I felt a romantic connection to that title, it
evoked life on Coenties Slip after the war, the New York waterfront, period
film noir — all of this before my time. I wanted somehow to participate in
that spirit by reliving this work. So I made the painting and extrapolated
from that. But there’s more to the story. I took a day trip to Bayonne, New
Jersey, one afternoon when I lived in Jersey City in the mid ‘eighties. As I
was cycling around the dock areas, I came to a little place under a bridge
where there were these kids swinging from a giant rope, a marine rope. It
was wonderful, it must have been a hundred feet long. They were swinging
from one area to the next, and I was in the middle of this situation, observ-
ing. I was working on this painting at that time, and it occurred to me that
this rope should be in it. It had to do with desire and memory, it alluded to
a highly charged erotic experience, certainly. All the works from this peri-
od seem to be generated in this or a similar kind of way.
SB: It’s also a way of getting to the front brain, because that’s where those
geometries come from. They don’t exist in nature, either in your meat phys-
iology or anywhere on earth, except for chance. There are no straight lines,
there are no real triangles. There are shards of crystals that look like they’re
geometric, until you go at them with the microscope and then they all have
wobbly surfaces. The geometric is a late human idea, and it exists more as
an idea. I’m not speaking against it, you understand: it’s an effluvia…
PT: I see it this way: take this lemon peel here on this table, and the shadow
it makes on the tablecloth. Focus in on this shape, distill the line, take this
part of nature and accept it as a building block, something you can utilize
to go somewhere else. One then takes that “abstraction” and puts it on a
surface, and that provokes a certain set of associations. One examines what
those associations are. On the basis of those associations you construct
other material that you want to incorporate into this original idea. Now
you have this new set of material, of which some can be applied and some
cannot. There’s a radical empiricism at work there somehow. It’s also about
an abstract idea that becomes a story emerging out of nothing—out of pure
observation. Just a perception of a very limited part of physical space that
can be examined. This is a microcosmic scale. I’ve always been interested
in the molecular separation between an object and the space behind it. I’m
very interested in how we perceive that physical reality. I’d like to be able to
apply those observations to a very different kind of pictorial situation than
what we’ve known before.
SB: But the more geometrically you represent this experience, the more you
have to limit seeing in the first place. One always has to limit seeing: one
However, the grounds on which we receive and perceive this kind of phe-
nomenon are more like this:
It’s meaty. And that does not make any easy representation of depth. Thus
the intrinsic lie of Renaissance perspective, that we’ve all delighted in for so
Large Triangular Fish, Double
(Dicromita Agassizii), II, (1997). many centuries, evades us when we put it into loose cellular mucous jellied
Oil pigment on paper, lines. This second diagram has a little depth, but it’s wonky. The first draw-
26 x 33 inches (66 x 84 cm)
ing is nice and neat, but it’s a dream, a human dream. We insist on it, and
force it onto things in nature, but it does not exist in nature. What other
of the geometers, or straight-line dreamers, have been significant to you?
Would Mondrian have meant a lot to you at some point?
PT: I’ve always loved the edges of Mondrian’s paintings, where the paint-
ed line stops before the edges, a little bit in from the line of the stretcher
bar. Speaking of straight-line dreamers, here was a man who could design
cities beautifully, down to the square inch, if he had to. The right balance
for anything we may ever have to organize in our lives, is there in his work.
The choreography of space in those paintings feels so wise, so humane. I
find the work very humanitarian, actually, ready to be of assistance at any
given moment.
PT: To some degree. Vasarely’s son, Jean Pierre Yvaral, did some very inter-
esting work in Paris in the nineteen fifties. I’ve had a close relationship with
the work of Bridget Riley, a while back.
PT: That’s a later manifestation of some of those same linear ideas. But it’s
important to point out that these groupings of lines have been around for a
long time. When you see these wavy optical patterns on the robes of figures
in Assyrian bas-relief sculpture from 2300 B.C., you realize that vibrating,
repetitive lines didn’t fall from heaven into the studio of Bridget Riley in
1961. The idea was to focus on that phenomenon and turn it into a senso-
rium—to locate the whole sensory apparatus of the body within the gray
matter of the brain.
PT: For a long time in my work I’d been using various acculturated sym-
bols or marks. Crystalline references to art history and architecture—the
humanly constructed—that is what I’ve concerned myself with, by in large.
In this newer work, the nature composites, I’m using depictions in place of
acculturated symbols. The context of my work is still very much rooted in
the language of abstraction, but this new vocabulary changes my approach
somewhat. I experience this nature imagery as opening up the work, letting
other information in. I’m interested to see how it might fit into a cultural
geology, how it tests the abstract tradition. Let’s remember that abstract
merely means “drawn from.” It also applies to something that is taken from
somewhere else.
SB: Well, I don’t know, I wouldn’t say “enter,” because I always feel there’s
a barrier there. Most of them signed their paintings on the front, which is
a number one barrier that says, “Keep Out.” Artists have all these various
ways of saying, “This is a picture, it’s not a window.” Very often if there’s a
path, Cézanne will put a tree fallen down across it, things like that. Where-
as for instance Andrew Wyeth, in Christina’s World, the signature is paint-
ed on the back. Not always, but it’s a real distinction in most cases.
PT: I sign it because it’s finished, it’s a kind of declaration of the work hav-
ing been completed, before leaving the studio. I sign it just to indicate that
I’m the author of this work.
SB: Same here, but it’s peculiar for me to do so—I who was so clear about
trying to escape my name, or any name for that matter. The only reason for
having that name there is to say ‘by way of me,’ or ‘here’s what this creature
did.’ I’m simply trying to keep that integrity clear, so it is known what I’m
responsible for. And that I should protect, as long as I’m alive, what it was
that I did and where I ended—not thinking that’s the best, but that’s just
what I did.
SB: Well it perhaps doesn’t matter in your case anyway, in that you’re not
painting anything that one might feel they ought to walk into. I mean, no
one’s going to walk into your snake pit, you know, your paintings are so
flat, so true to the sense of the flat surface, the Abstract Expressionists also
had this aesthetic. There’s no invitation to enter into a painting of yours, so
it doesn’t have the same problem that a landscape would…
PT: I don’t know about that. The illusion of depth is just a nice conse-
quence of the way certain things fall into place within the painting. It’s not
a deliberate effort to construct any semblance of perspectival space. There
are other things that are more primary to me than the deliberate setting
up of illusionist space. The space within a painting has to function in an
activated way, and there may be some intimation of depth, but it’s coinci-
dental. I think this goes back to what you were saying earlier about creating
a fictive place, an imaginary space that viewers may consciously inhabit.
Which is why it frightens me when you say people don’t want to enter my
work, because I do think of my paintings as places.
PT: I would say that to look at a painting means that one is taken up with
another reality, a pictorial fictive reality, and as such that picture represents
an imaginary location. So that if one is fed up with the mundane and pe-
destrian experiences of life, and instead stands in front of a painting, that is
a place, an imaginary construction to inhabit with one’s sensory being. To
be lost inside of a painting is the crucial experience here, as an alternative
to other places in the world.
SB: How I interpret that is that you just want to give me an aesthetic ex-
perience—I should be so engrossed with your painting that I would walk
away from it, as Clive Bell once put it, and not be able to tell people what it
was I was looking at. They would say, “Was it was it flowers, was it a snake
painting, was it landscape?” And I would say, “I don’t know.” I’d be so fully
imbued with it that the brain wouldn’t actually be capable of or interested
in subject matter.
Claw Column, (1997).
Oil pigment on paper,
22 x 15 inches (56 x 38 cm)
PT: I want the viewer to come away with a very detailed memory of having
been there, having seen this thing, having experienced what I experienced,
in the making of it. With all of that archaic material inside there too.
SB: For me your work has a quality of place, and the brain tries to penetrate
that, and do something further with it. It seems to me your work is always
creating a place in the mind.
SB: And that again puts you in alignment with what I think is the import-
ant and necessary continuum of the Abstract Expressionist aesthetic: they
were the first to paint closed eye vision. They painted it without knowing
it, without being conscious of it. I don’t have a single word from any of
that whole history that they even consciously knew they were involved in
Falcon Claws, (1997).
hypnogogic vision, but they so obviously were. You can find traces of it ear-
Oil pigment on paper, lier, even, in Kandinsky, Klee—even back to Gustave Moreau. Of course in
26-1/4 x 35-3/4 inches (67 x 91 cm)
Turner you can find the “Ur” of this whole sense of vision, the paideuma,
the gristly roots (as poet Ezra Pound put it) of this need that flowers into
the picturing of the unnamable.
SB: Image is difficult. Picture I’ve defined. An image, I don’t know, I’ve nev-
er tried to push that distinction.
PT: It’s ineffable, what constitutes the experience. Does mirage better define
this notion?
Pteris Viscosa (1996)
Oil pigment on canvas.
66-1/4 x 55-1/2 inches (168 x 141 cm) SB: It could be a part of a picture that is unnamable. I hear “mage” rever-
berating in it.
SB: Yes. When you say image I then more want to talk about Impression-
ism, rather than hard-edged depiction. I like the word visual, because it
escapes all these things. Moving visual thinking, then, is the center of my
concerns.
SB: I suppose that means after the continuities of time, and out of all of that
vision, what reverberates as meaning—the composition of the whole of it,
what’s meant . Again, it’s tough because language doesn’t quite describe it,
otherwise I’d probably be a poet and not a filmmaker.
PT: For me, the deepest part of the process of making a painting is when I
get into an almost incantatory state. When I’m working in this way, I can
sometimes recognize a previous archaic existence that I seem to have been
a part of. I’m revisiting an archaic moment. Now I know this sounds com-
pletely outlandish and presumptuous…
PT: I tell you, sometimes when I’m working on a painting, I’ll put an
Seaweed Painting No. 1, (2000). element into place, and I’ll see that in relation to something else; and I
Mixed media on canvas,
64-1/4 x 57-1/4 inches (163 x 145.5 cm) will have an experience of passing through the familiar terrain of a forest
encampment, or sitting by a fire, part of some remote tribal archaic life that
I have been a part of, I feel that very strongly. It’s a recognition of an earlier
existence, in the act of having experienced just a particle of that existence
in a work. That’s what really exhilarates me.
SB: You can have that as reincarnation, as some people do, or you can have
that as DNA encoding. I can tell you just one story that’s put me at peace a
lot in this matter. They had little cut-out silhouettes of hawks and sparrows,
and then they had little chicks who never did see their mothers and never
were trained, and these chicks with no training were wandering around,
and they pass the shadow of the hawk over them, and they all go crazy and
start running in all directions. Then they pass the shadow of the sparrow
over them, and they go about whatever they were doing, pecking and
scratching without worry. And they didn’t get this info from mommy, they
got it genetically. That’s enough proof for me, and there are a lot of other
examples. Charles Olson spent the last years of his life trying to understand
the outside limits of being human. What we’re really sharing at the out-
side of being human, in the womb as well as now, is a kind of a grid, if you
could call it that, and here’s where language gets awkward. There is a kind
of grid which is lit up, even in the womb. We know fetuses dream. What
do they dream of? Something’s lit up in there, this dreaming grid which is
PT: Perhaps that’s why I need to go back to Ireland and investigate my Celt-
ic roots. I think I have some shamanistic past, but I’m not sure I’m ready to
brag about it.
SB: There’s a playful side to all of whatever the making is, but basically, it’s
dangerous, it’s not socially acceptable, and there’s no choice. It’s impris-
onment. There is this real fear and sometimes hatred of the artist and of
visionary experience.
PT: It’s clear to me that the art we appreciate, the art that we find most
Seaweed Painting No. 2, (2000). overwhelming and compelling, that we pay attention to, is the most dan-
Mixed media on canvas,
64-3/4 x 56-1/2 inches (164.5 x 143.5 cm) gerous stuff, in terms of the risks it takes. It’s a raw challenge to how things
have been done previously, and this puts us in a state of temporary dis-
equilibrium. We know that this information must be dealt with, which is
exactly what we demand, it’s what we expect.
SB: The darkest continent of the world is the human mind. For me none
of this is a question of decoration. It is seriously a question of art. That’s a
discipline you share with people that goes all the way back to the ancient
caves. It’s the earliest record of being human, and that gives you a stable
grounding in some sense: to be an artist even though everyone uses the
term for everything other than what it should be used for. And it’s such
an annoying shit factor in your social life—one is so often embarrassed to
open one’s mouth to say it. But the truth is, if you hold to that you have a
touch with all humanity, and this is some protection against these dangers.
It makes you very small in relationship to the whole endeavor, because it
also includes those known and unknown artists who tried and failed—
those who never made anything of any significance—by the millions.
SB: Or all those people who did beautiful, great things, that were just lost
SB: To keep from going crazy. I do not paint or etch on film in a solitary
room, at home or in my office. I can edit there but I can’t dig out the ma-
terial. I need to be sunk in with my fellow human beings, so I’m not alone
with it.
SB: That’s certainly an exhaustive way to go about it. I don’t know. It’s valid
if the heart of the person doing it is good, is dedicated to goodness. It’s
intriguing. Rilke at some point wanted to get rid of things in the world
altogether, and the way to do it was to name them—that was an actual pos-
itive ideal. Then you would be left with the truth. The truth is always what
you fully believe down to the bone at the given moment, and it can’t ever
be anything else than that. When you deal with fact, you’re into the sliding
world of science, which changes its facts faster than people change their
laundry. Nowadays scientists have far more presumption. Now they think
they know. That means they know less than when they didn’t think they
knew. As a child, do you remember having hypnogogic visual experiences?
PT: Yes, I really loved the optic feedback, when I rubbed my eyes. Looking
at the sun and seeing the veins in your eyelids. Looking at colors with your
eyes closed. This inner kaleidoscope.
Vipera Leberis, I (1997).
Oil pigment on canvas,
27 x 18-1/4 inches (69 x 46 cm) SB: We very much share that. In periods when I’m mad enough to push
toward myself as a realist filmmaker, I’m trying to paint as near an equiv-
alence of hypnogogic vision as I possibly can. I fail miserably, but usually
turn out something else that’s so wonderful to me that I can fortunately
just go on and evolve various ways of creating a visual musical equivalence.
There too I feel particularly related to you, because I feel in the length or
PT: You mean Megapolis. That was about thirty-five feet long by twelve feet
tall. I like working on a large scale. I can fit so much more inside.
SB: There is a sense in much of your work of real color and real form sim-
ilar to what I’ve invested in making some of my works, like Mothlight, or
Garden of Earthly Delights, using a real, collaged, flattened object. Only
you do it with paint.
PT: I like how you described Mothlight as having to do with the attractive-
ness of death: the fact that the moths were attracted to this warmth and
light, and that killed them. It’s a way of showing that feeling or reality on
film in a very palpable way.
King Snake, Ringed Phase;
Double Impression (1997).
Oil pigment on canvas, SB: That was certainly the personal reason for making it. I felt I was being
29-1/4 x 21-1/4 inches (74 x 54 cm) killed by the process of creating by being drawn to the light. And the moths
certainly were, right before my eyes. Then there was this question of what
to do with their bodies, which started all that off. It was very important to
me that I didn’t kill any of them in the making of that film. There’s a later
work that’s more related to painting, actually, pressing Alpine mountain
flowers between thirty-five millimeter film, so you have the images in
much larger scale:The Garden of Earthly Delights.
PT: I notice you use a phrase which I use quite frequently, which is aesthet-
ic ecology, to describe a state of equilibrium in a work, where all the parts
are functioning within the general system. Nothing wasted.
PT: I think the phrase “aesthetic ecology” can also apply to the fact that,
in the awareness of making something, you have to energize every frame.
Every cell has to have a life energy. There’s a cumulative effect as a result of
all of these energy sparks. It’s a funny psychological problem, how to treat
one’s chosen material. I love calligraphic gesture and will very often scrape
litho ink over glass deliberately to make an impression on paper from
that. But there’s a fine line between appreciating a certain gesture or mark,
giving it its due weight, and not feeling too precious about it. And I think
the material has to be treated in a very ecological way, so that one makes
good use of these resources, accepting them for their potential and for
their capacity to be integrated within a larger scheme of things. They have
a practical use value — as well as having a particular beauty. There is the
more inclusive, loving part of the story, and then there must be a ruthless-
ness, which has to do with knowing what belongs where.
SB: For me the really arduous and disturbing chore of furthering what’s
known as Abstract Expressionism, in contemporary terms, in terms of
the human mind, lies in uncovering that whole streaming of moving
visual thinking that is and always has been free of language. Because of
the Abstract Expressionist painters we have all these different areas of the
unnamable—areas of now-shared, human non-verbal thinking that we can
inhabit, travel to…
PT: I know what you mean. Most people are condemned to a life of at least
partial torment. Perhaps the point is to bear it with dignity.
SB: And I yearn for it, of course, I want to be, well, happy is too superficial
a word. But you know what I mean. I want to be joyful and present a splen-
dor, a happy splendor to people, and to myself. One thing that you and I
share that makes us forever not happy—you wanted to be a filmmaker and
I wanted to be a poet, so we are in the first place failed—although we’ve
had the sense to accept what was given to us to do.
PT: Well, that’s not entirely true, perhaps. I might call myself a would-be
filmmaker. But the point is I really enjoy making paintings. And some art-
ists have made astonishing films. Richard Serra, for example. I don’t know,
I still have it in my mind that I might be able to make films. But I do very
Lizard Page II, (1997). much like to make paintings.
Oil pigment on paper,
29-1/4 x 21 inches (74 x 53 cm)
SB: I’m envious of these people who can go out and be a Sunday painter.
I’m also frustrated in that sense. I would like to go up in the mountains
here. Then again, I don’t care too much for the mountains. But I would
love to sit in a garden somewhere and paint. To make a painting of the
garden, and not have all this crisis of human evolution on me. I come to
town now and have my Irish coffee five times a week, something like that.
I don’t really drink otherwise. It’s a nice balance between the coffee and the
PT: It’s funny you should say that, I’ve had similar feelings myself. I’ve
always found that I could be just as crazy as the really crazy ones if it was a
question of detente.
Claw Column, (1997) SB: Harry’s trick to stay out of the asylum was to dance it openly and
Oil pigment on paper,
30 x 44 inches (76 x 112 cm) be funny. I couldn’t do that. If I once slipped into that mode that was so
common to Harry, or on other occasions to Kenneth Anger, I would go
over the edge and right into the loony bin. I couldn’t handle it in that way.
Therefore I know I’m more crazy. I can’t afford to fool around with it and
be funny about it. So I’m known as one of those bores that’s known as very
serious. Very serious professor. It’s such a gas that I can call myself a doctor.
[chuckles].
PT: In thinking about the future of this endeavor, this ultimately plea-
surable, ultimately painful process of making art, I think what you said is
quite right, that the government and the people who want to control things
in this country seem intent on taking ground away from artists who are
trying to open up worlds and free people’s minds, to give them something
to think about, to provoke them, to make them more human. In New York
City they’re not teaching art in the schools anymore. Children are not
going to visit museums, they’re not going to know how to look at art any-
more. There’s a deliberate intention to make the society into a more com-
puter-oriented, technocracized population. I think it’s terrible that children
are learning to use computers at too early an age, I think this is very perni-
cious…
SB: Yes, I’m very nervous about it because my son Anton is up against it
right now. Fortunately it’s rather limited, but I don’t even like for him to
learn it at all, yet. Maybe ever. I don’t have much belief in computers, which
can either be regarded as my being an old fogey, or that I know something
SB: Yes, and it is a lie in the sense that it is a net: the internet floats itself on
bringing people together, when in fact it’s effect is in many ways quite the
opposite. But all of these things again are not something I feel I can have
too much effect on, or whatever I say means much of anything. It’s all just
blowing in the wind. It doesn’t even constitute an event for me. Finally you
can say, what’s the difference. People have to pay for their discoveries, we’re
not here on earth to have these visions grow on trees. They must be earned.
The gesture of goodwill is that we need each other, and as best we can, we
pass on to each other what we’ve earned, and that’s part of the generosity
of the work. You’re absolutely unique and individual, but you’re working
within a sacred calling that goes back to the dawn of time, so who can stake
a claim and say “this is mine?”
END
STAN BRAKHAGE was born in Winfield, Kansas in 1933. He attended Dartmouth College for
one semester before abandoning formal studies to pursue his education amongst poet-teachers
Robert Duncan, Kenneth Rexroth, and Charles Olson. Throughout the 1950s, in New York and San
Francisco, Brakhage was among several filmmakers who sought to create a personal cinema based
on poetry, myth, and the visionary experience. Anticipation of Night (1957) was a turning point for
both Brakhage and independent film, positing vision itself as the central subject of his work. The
four-and-a-half hour The Art of Vision (1961-65) was described by its maker as a “visual symphony,”
and involved shifting focus, multiple superimposition, and scratching and hand painting directly
onto film. His filmography consists of hundreds of films, and his many books include Metaphors on
Vision (1963), Cine-dance (1967), The Brakhage Lectures (1972 ), The Brakhage Scrapbook: Collected
Writings 1964-80 (1982), I….Sleeping (1988), and Film at Wit’s End (1991). He served as Distin-
guished Professor of Film Studies at the University of Colorado, Boulder until his death in 2003.