The drawing professor responsible for mentoring me in my undergraduate specialization in drawing and printmaking had no idea he was creating a monster. Safe to say there was nothing especially distinguished about either my skills or my scholarship in those days; he may be forgiven if he thought there was little hope of my passing his classes, let alone succeeding in being an actual artist at any point in the future. But for whatever reasons of commitment and kindness and selfless dedication to his pedagogical efforts, he took it upon himself to tutor and nurture me in my studies besides working wonderfully hard in the general studio sessions he taught.
Like any teacher, he had his characteristic methods and terminology, to the degree that any of us who took more than one semester of classes from him had our own favorite little catch-phrases and loving parodies of his work. One of the most frequent phrases (so we thought then, at least) to leave his lips was ‘texturally rich’—and you can bet your sweet pencil sharpener that any of us giving any imitation of him was bound to quote that one.
No surprise at all, then, that as soon as I started teaching, which thanks to his intervention and my subsequent hiring I did for the first time out of grad school in the very classroom where he’d taught me, it was as though I was instantly possessed by his spirit. I think I may have visibly started when I heard myself say that mystical phrase, standing there in the very spot where he’d once stood and repeated it to my classmates and me, never having remotely suspected that I would ever quite understand the term let alone use it so glibly and with such conviction a mere few years later. In my turn, I found it became a true favorite topic of study and tool for art-making and there were undoubtedly students of mine who thought it a funny catchphrase of mine and parodied my use of it.
That’s the way this stuff works, isn’t it. We become our teachers. First we find ourselves imitating our parents and siblings and playmates, learning from them both the persistent bad habits and, if we’re lucky and perhaps not too dumb, the worthy and useful skills and knowledge that will stay with us as we grow. Then we turn to teachers outside of the walls of home and neighborhood, as we get to school and move forward, and learn to imitate them too. This, not to put too fine a point upon it, is what helps us create for ourselves our texturally rich lives.
In art, it is the visual or tactile form of texture that I most often seek, finding in the wide variety of possible touchable or perceptible patterns and surfaces worlds of ways that I can shape and delineate and describe whatever subject I choose. As I work to make the art deeper and more complex, the textures I seek include less concrete, more metaphorical and philosophical ones that lend further meaning and impact to it. And that is where it begins to intersect with the learning and growing processes of life in general. A life well lived will be inherently texturally rich. I had no idea of the magnitude and import of this when my professor was saying that simple little phrase. But I’m very glad he said it often enough that I did internalize it, ponder it, carry it with me, and eventually, find a wonderful and purposeful truth in it.
Perhaps even fine teachers like him can’t make me into what I never was, a great teacher myself, but there was clearly a place in my heart and mind that resonated to the phrase ‘texturally rich’ happily and hungrily enough for it to take root and teach me good and useful things long after the echo in the classroom had faded away.
I warmly greet you and invite you to see my new photos.
I wish you a successful week.
Thank you, Marko, many warm greetings back to you. I will gladly come over and have a look again soon, now that I’m home and am beginning to catch up on my work! May you have a lovely weekend ahead!
This textu(r)ally rich post is a worthy tribute to your teacher. If he’s still alive and if you know how to reach him, you should forward this to him.
I may look him up again; he was always highly resistant to technology and very private, so reaching him in any way outside of his work address was always a big adventure! 🙂 But I’m glad you liked the post. If I can’t pay Prof. Cox back myself, at least I’ll try to pay it forward in my own little way.
Oh gosh – these photos are so rich in texture and beauty!
Thank you! My eye is always attracted to things with exciting surfaces: shiny, rusty, wrinkled, hammered, rough, silky…. I think that’s also part of why I love your photography so much! You bring tremendous amounts of both visual and metaphorical depth to each of your images.
on my really best days, I find myself immersed in texturally rich surroundings
absolutely loved these photos, especially the wall … oh yes, especially that one
Hope you’re having increasingly happy days right now, especially. 🙂
YOur teacher would be proud-texture abounds:)
If you enjoyed the post, then my happiness abounds, too! 🙂
A beautiful, thoughtful post! However I will have to disagree with one statement:
“Perhaps even fine teachers like him can’t make me into what I never was, a great teacher myself”
With your encouraging nature and beautiful imagery, I find you to be a great teacher.
You are so kind, Tig. Thanks!