NOCTURNES
JOHN-MICHAEL METELERKAMP Ashraf Jamal www.deepestdarkestart.com
N
ight consumes the paintings, a night in the artist’s mind’s eye, the way he sees and inhabits the world. However, while they are brooding, they nonetheless possess an uncanny ability to deliver us from darkness, because, under the cowl of night, all is a-glimmer, as though light emerges out of darkness.
One senses the artist’s life, the throb and thrum of human and elemental energy, the consuming silence and darkness. But most of all, it is the light that breaks through, flecked, scattered, or pooled, which, finally, reassures and calms us.
‘What is colour’, Andrew Marr asks, if not ‘the brain’s apprehension of the energy of the cosmos’? ‘There must be something – of shapes in the paint. Where will these shapes come from? From the world around the painter’. Marr’s view, intimately expressed in A short book about painting, reveals a further synergy – for what Metelerkamp delivers is the utterly engrossing language of paint itself. His forms emerge through paint, because of it. Unmixed and uncontaminated – squeezed directly from tube to canvas – the artist’s approach reminds us that this world, the one we live in, is expressed through us. Like tubes of compacted colour, we merge our beings with the darkness all around. It is how we live, what we express, that determines our relationship with a consuming void.
‘I don’t paint light’, says Bridget Riley, ‘I present a colour situation which releases light as you look at it’. While he is an expressionist rather than an abstract artist, Metelerkamp nevertheless approaches the mystery of light in a comparable fashion. Light is what we stumble upon, what momentarily holds us. In Metelerkamp’s case, the colour palette is strange. His is an empurpled, violet, greenly orange world which appears, to me at least, as utterly natural. If his take on light is remarkable, so is his approach to paint. The density of its application is immediately evident. One senses a man who, in the moment of painting, is searching for an intangible yet distinctive moment when something is revealed. If enigmatic veils cloud our vision, sometimes it is possible to make sense of things, bring them palpably alive to the surface.
In ‘Nocturnes’ – a series of paintings inspired by the solemnity and beauty of the music of Chopin and Debussy, and by the Garden Route, the artist’s life in Knysna – it is the partiality of human existence that comes to the fore, the glimmers of apprehension of a world, a cosmos, rich in mystery. Because what Metelerkamp does is not record what is seen or known, but what is intimated and unseen. The suite of works – portraits and urban scenes – eschews the photographic record in favour of an immersive experience.
Looking at Metelerkamp’s paintings, I’m reminded of Matthew Collings’ remark in Matt’s Old Masters: ‘The type of painting I find gripping is the type where you can say, “Well, the paint is everywhere here”, regardless of what the subject matter is or what’s known about what was going on in society at the time’. I get Collings’ purist take, but somehow, looking at Metelerkamp’s gloaming suite of paintings with its sensation not only of night but of twilight – worlds between worlds – I cannot forget that they were largely painted in
“One senses a man who, in the moment of painting, is searching for an intangible yet distinctive moment when something is revealed.” The Drift, 65 x 50 cm, Oil on Canvas 20
