Author: Jonathan Cernak

The weekend after Jane’s birthday London celebrated Guy Fawkes day, and there were massive firework celebrations throughout the city. Our roommates and I collected wood from the neighborhood and made a huge bonfire in our backyard. Two days later I celebrated my birthday; initially at school giving critical responses in a seminar about a person who made a list, and ranked everyone at the Slade. She decides to include herself on this list, number 29, and amazingly I was on the list too, number 121. I haven’t the slightest clue who this person was, but she obviously knew me and included me in her “art”. This got my blood pumping, but not as much as today, when Phylida put me on the spot to include myself in seminar today. More about that later. After enjoying many hours painting, Jane and I bought some wine and shared with some friends in the studio. Then a couple of bloaks took us out for a drink. The night was young, but we were hungry, so we went home and prepared our favorite dish: spagetti bolognese. I had a fantastic birthday, thank you to everyone who sent their wishes.

On Thursday, Jane and I took a train to Oxford for the afternoon. The weather was splendid, we walked around the town center past all the different colleges and enjoyed pasties for lunch. The architecture was awesome, and the feeling was amazing. This is a true university town. If I was interested in anything other than Art I would certainly try and study here. Lewis Carroll is from here, among other literary geniuses, so we learned a bit about him as well. Jane bought a sweatshirt, and we left before sundown. A perfect daytrip.

Over the weekend, we went to the Tate Modern and rode these giant slides designed by Carston Holler. Giant stainless steel and plexiglass tubes spiral people down from levels 3, 4, and 5. For once, art that puts a smile on your face, unless you are scared of heights or fast slides. I am sure there are pictures of it on the web somewhere, the NY Times just had an article comparing Tate with MOMA last weekend, otherwise I’ll do my best to show images of them. We also took in a Cezanne show at the National Gallery, and went to our first movie in London; Borat. I will admit to not being excited about seeing it initially, I felt Sasha Cohen’s premiere appearence was to contrived, or that he acted to hard. But I was thouroughly wrong. This has the making of a cult film. If you want to laugh your stomach out of your mouth, go see this movie. I was laughing so hard, I starting crying and coughing. It has the appearence of a low budget movie, but in the end you knew it was not, you can tell it was well crafted, thoughtout, and edited. The movie is no longer than 90 minutes, but it really doesn’t need to be.

And this morning, I get to seminar and Phylida approaches me: “There is a blank wall over there, I hate to see it unused, do you want to put something there.” I asked her if she was asking or telling me to utilize it. Normally kids sign up for the space and are prepared for this sort of thing. Not me, not today. I didn’t jump at the opportunity, so she put me on the spot again in front of everyone so I was more or less forced into the role. None of my paintings were complete to be shown so I didn’t know what to show, but my studio mates suggested the huge self portrait. With my heart pounding, which still hasn’t stopped, I grabbed the heavy painting and with help placed it on the wall. Damn, this painting is powerful outside the studio in a gallery setting. When it was time for me to speak, I didn’t know where to begin. Self portraits are so complex its difficult to put one overall meaning behind it. The fact I used bold colors and dramatic light says one thing, and the exploratative techniques and brush work is another aspect. Then there is the psychological implications of the work, the enormous scale, the gaze in my eyes, the smirk on my lips, the large hands. Am I angry, demonic, relaxed, happy, ego-tistical, thinking….the list goes on and on. This visual manifesto opened up many avenues of discussion, and left people talking about me afterwards. I know this because people have already told me. I told them if they understand this painting, they can understand me. Its hard putting yourself out there in such a demonstative way, Phylida thanked me again afterward, and said this school needs more people like me who are open and honest about their work. As difficult as it is, controversy can be good. There is no such thing as bad publicity.
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Today is my beautiful girlfriend’s 23rd birthday. I woke up relatively late, went to the market to gather a few items, and made her breakfast in bed. Crumpettes, hash browns, and juice, accompanied by a vase of fresh irises. Aren’t I sweet!?

Anyway, we wanted to get away this weekend, but flights to Amsterdam are cheaper next weekend, so I believe we’ll put that trip off a few days. We still have a few days on our BritRail passes, so we may take another day trip over the weekend. We attempted to fly standby yesterday, but there were no cheap flights, so we jumped back on the train and continued south to Brighton. This town is on the English Channel, and it was such a warm crisp day, that not a single cloud obstructed our view to France. Not your tipical sandy beach, but rather a steep rocky beach. The two of us just soaked up the sun, watched the seagulls, and threw stones into the Channel. We enjoyed some steamed muscles at a cafe, walked out on the pier, and briefly explored this town. I can imagine this place is really exciting and full of people in the summer. Then we took the hour train ride back to London, and watched a great movie about famed British artist William Hogarth. Such a splendid, spontaneous day.

Last weekend we threw a dart at the map, and decided to go to Salisbury, the first truely medival city. I was dying to have a delicious steak here. Actually, Jane really wanted to see Stonehenge, and I was interested in the cathedral. I’ll admit, I wasn’t keen on seeing this place, but Matt Lynch said he would buy a painting of this ‘Wonder of the World’ for 500 dollars, so we went to check it out. Honestly though, I was really happy we went. Such an amazing sight worth seeing. It was built on a magnetic energy area, so you could feel a real presence there. Our guide was real informative, and after the brief tour, we found ourselves back in the main city square. We walked towards the cathedral, the spire is over 400 feet tall, and is the perfect example of pure English Gothic architecture. Inside, we found many tombs, choir practice was echoing in the church, and the stained glass was illuminating the interior much more than that of Notre-Dame in Paris. After exploring every nook and crannie in the place, we took a nice stroll around town, and enjoyed the beautiful fall colors. We looked for a quant place to eat, but found ourselves back at the train station in time to catch a ride back to London.

Daytrips are a lovely way to get out of the rat-race of London, and enjoy the English countryside. We will probably go to Oxford or Cambridge this weekend, although November 5th is a big fireworks day in London, celebrating the Gunpowder Riots in which Parliament was targeted hundreds of years ago, so we will enjoy those Sunday night, and then my birthday the following day. I will post photos of Stonehenge, Salisbury Cathedral, and Brighton as soon as I can. Unfortunately I am too busy to keep this blog updated exactly as I wish.

I started another huge painting this week, a self portrait measuring 2 meters by 1.4 meters, or roughly 6.5 feet by 4.5 feet; the start of which can be seen below.
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The three of us took the high speed EuroStar train to Paris last Thursday morning. The trip takes less than 3 hours, and travels under the chunnel for only 20 minutes. Using metro passes, we made our way into the city. We actually found same hotel where our family stayed 21 years ago, taddy corner to Saint Sulpice, near rue Saint Germain, and decided to stay there again. After a quick freshen up, we all walked toward the river Saine, and Notre Dame cathedral. This church is breathtaking inside and out. The aura I felt inside almost made me want to practice my faith again, but I know my spirituality lay elsewhere, and not with a specific religious denomination. After taking in the church, we walked around the side to see the infamous ‘flying butresses.’

Shortly after on a corner cafe, Jane, my father and I enjoyed Paris in style, with a bottle of fine Bordeaux. We all soaked up the beautiful fall day, people watching with Notre Dame nestled in the background. I quickly sketched the scene. It was decided we go find the Eiffel Tower and beginning to get dark, so we knew the views would be amazing. And indeed they were. All lit in a brilliant orange glow, we aproached the tower from the east end of the park. On the hour, for 10 minutes or so, the whole thing sparkles and flashes with thousands of LED’s. The sight is, needless to say, amazing. We all bought tickets and went to the top; you have to. It was a bit windy and chilly at the top, but definitely worth it. Although, I must admit, I felt more of a presense inside Notre Dame than on top of the Eiffel Tower.

The day was long, we were hungry and tired, so we all enjoyed a quick bite to eat; onion soup, fries, bread, crepes, and ham & cheese, all ‘French’ style, and retired for the night.

Friday, we first enjoyed ‘petit dejeune’ of coffee, fresh squeesed juice, and coissant. Then off to the George Pompidou Centre, an ultra modern building that houses modern art. We saw three amazing, and I stress this word AMAZING, shows. Robert Raushenberg’s ‘Combines’, an Yves Klien retrospective, and a show encompassing dozens of artists work revolving around cinema and motion. We all had thoughts of seeing more museums that day, but after this afternoon, we did not want to injest any more art. In fact, I am having a bit of art overload these days.

I have seen countless works of art, and made dozens more. Sometimes a separation is needed, where does the ‘seeing’ of art end and the ‘making’ of art begin? Don’t get me wrong, it is great to see masters from the past and the modern thinkers, but too much of a good thing can be very daunting. I presume, without awareness, overexposure can be stiffling, and harmful for artists. We are always searching for new ideas, and struggle towards avant-garde, and if not careful, inundation can lead to improper immitation.

Instead of hitting up the Louvre and Musee d’Orsay that day, we put them off til the next, and went shopping instead. Jane found some great clothes, and I got my mop chopped at a salon. This could be my best haircut ever. Then we all went out for a real fancy dinner. Some of the best food ever (I hope I don’t keep saying this), delicious escargot, beef tenderloin, lamb leg, and giant prawns, and chocolate dessert. We had a hard time understanding the menu, so I suggest anyone traveling here to have a pocket French guide. Jane and I had so much fun picking up tidbits of words, we are going to learn this language again (both of us attempted in high school-the ‘Kapretz Method’).

Saturday was our last day, so we woke up early, and walked to the Louvre. This place is massive, but I am happy with the amount of ground we covered in just a few hours. We observed obvious paintings like the Mona Lisa, or sculptures like Venus de Milo. We saw enormous works by Henri David, Delicroix’s famous French Revolution picture, and Gerricault’s Raft of the Medusa, as well as their huge Ruben collection, and my favorite dutch masters like Vermeer and Rembrandt. We also ventured through rooms housing Egyptian relics, and Mesopotamian treasures, including the Code of Hammurabi. The list goes on and on, maybe I will write a blog soon about just my experience there.

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We skipped Musee d’Orsay, mainly because of the art overload theory I mentioned earlier. Your mind needs time to process and absorb, before more input. So we just strolled through the streets of Paris, stopped for crepes with Grand Marnier and coffee, and then grabbed some sandwiches-to-go at a market before taking the train back to ‘Londres’. What a beautiful journey. Click on Eiffel Tower below for many pictures; over 250 images so be patient.

Jane and I met my dad in Wales, he was traveling down from Scotland. Its possible to take a ferry from Holyhead to Dublin across the Irish Sea. The day was spendid in Wales, the train follows the northern coast of a very scenic landscape. Mountains rise up along the sea, and castles dot the terrain. Just an hour wait in Holyhead til we took the two hour journey, aboard a ferry named ‘Jonathan Swift’, over to Dublin’s port. We arrive past sunset, and search out a B & B, in which we score the last triple bedroom on the block. We all really wanted traditional Irish food, so we headed out on the town. Being Saturday night and all, the streets were crowded. We walked along the river Liffey and over the half penny bridge into Temple Bar(hoppin’ night life area). We found the best place for dinner, having to wait for a half hour to enjoy the best Irish puddings, boxty, colcannnon, corned beef and cabbage, fish and chips, dumplings, and stout. This meal was one of the best ever, our waitress Lindsey was real kind and informed us about Dublin, claiming Bono often walks around the area, however he doesn’t get hounded by people because it is not popular custom to woo celebrities in Ireland, leading me to believe our star-crazy American culture was probably created by Hollywood, and tabloids. Bono owns a hotel in Dublin, which we saw the next day.

After a great night of sleep, we awoke at sun up rise, enjoyed a giant Irish breakfast, and jumped aboard a tour bus. This is the fastest and cheapest way to see all of Dublin. I was most interested in seeing the Guinness brewery. We got off the bus at the giant beer factory, which encompasses over 60 acres. Seven levels of history and information. Arthur Guinness, the genius that started it all, has a 9000 year lease on the land. He chose the location due to its proximity to a nearby mountain which feeds a river fresh water. The barley is toasted and malted, and the yeast they incorporate has been part of the same strain for over 200 years, in fact they value this yeast so much a bit is locked away in a safe, so if anything happened to the factory (fire for instance) they would still have the original yeast to start a new batch. Speaking of starting a batch, every hour they allow a visitor to push the button that starts a batch of beer. Your name gets attached to the batch number for all eternity, and in a few weeks time Guinness sends you a packet of info about where in the world your batch landed up…I was next in line, and in fact waited for 30 minutes to do so, until an old man on a guided tour showed up and stole my spot. Miscomunication between the worker I was talking to, and the tour guide led to confusion, but nonetheless, I was robbed of the opportunity to start a batch of Guinness. Oh well…

We all got our free pint on the seventh floor, the gravity bar, and enjoyed a great view of Dublin. On the way down, we stopped in the art gallery, and saw the original paintings of the 1930’s and 40’s poster campaign. Images of the toucan, and zookeeper, and slogans like “Guinness is good for you” adorned the work. It was truely fantastic to see these original gauche and watercolor paintings.

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We have a slew of great pictures, but Jane’s hard drive is slightly malfunctioned, we hope to have it fixed soon…

I will report on our trip to Paris tommorrow.

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