Charles Meanwall – Coastlands

Jun 9—Jun 30, 2017
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  • Red Shore

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on Typar
    60 × 60″
    2016

  • Boulder

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on Typar
    72 × 72″
    2016

  • Black Rocks

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    40 × 40″
    2016

  • Trickle

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    30 × 30″
    2016

  • Two Pools

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    30 × 30″
    2016

  • Snow Patches

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    23 × 23″
    2016

  • Inlet

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    23 × 23″
    2016

  • Birch

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    23 × 23″
    2016

  • Shoulder

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    23 × 23″
    2016

  • Yellow Trees

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    23 × 23″
    2016

  • Black Cliff

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    23 × 23″
    2016

  • White Trace

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    23 × 23″
    2016

  • Red Meadow

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    23 × 23″
    2016

  • Two Sheds

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    18 × 18″
    2017

  • Waves

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    18 × 18″
    2017

  • Outcrop and Road

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    14 × 14″
    2016

  • Pole and Road

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    14 × 14″
    2016

  • Green Field

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    14 × 14″
    2016

  • Barrens (Cape Norman)

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    14 × 14″
    2016

  • Black Patches

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    14 × 14″
    2016

  • Cape Norman (Barrens)

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    14 × 14″
    2016

  • Orange Grass

    Charles Meanwell

    Oil on panel
    14 × 14″
    2016


CHARLES MEANWELL – COASTLANDS

Christina Parker Gallery is pleased to present Coastlands, our first solo exhibition with painter Charles Meanwell.  The exhibition opens on Friday, June 9th and continues until June 30th. There will be an artist reception on Friday, June 9th from 5:30 – 8pm with music by Boyd Chubbs.

Landing in Newfoundland is to be startled by the majesty of the rock, which endures, and the dominance of the sea, which gives life, two elements which jostle and ignore each other. I sailed the south coast decades ago, but I was still unprepared last fall for a fresh sight of the quiet power of this place.

I don’t have to tell you this.

First I visited Cape Pine, thanks to Ned Pratt, at the south end of the Avalon Peninsula. There is a light there, with two poured concrete houses, and nothing closer than a half-hour drive, except the wind, which makes you careful about which door you try to open.

It was my premier experience of solitude, staying at what felt like the end of the world, thrown back on my own resources. Winter had not given up, so I left a day early to improve my chances of getting out. Driving there involved missing two turns in blinding rain, trying not to hydro-plane on the ruts of the Trans-Canada, and arriving just at nightfall.

There was no point in trying to express my feelings here since the landscape overwhelmed them, and I was left to wave a brush at rock and sea, element s that dwarfed my experience.

This poem is as close as I got in words for the place.

Cape Pine

Everything about the place is singular.

A point at both the beginning and the end

Of things, a butt of low and massive rock

 

Swathed in chaos that appears as ochre,

Crimson, green, that makes it difficult to say

Whether sea or land has greater mass.

 

Why the land stops just here, at a shore that

Lunges, plunges, soars, and halts, brings

Only silence as reply. The shore is hemmed

 

By the ocean that provides both life

And death with careless nonchalance. There is

No fire in this elemental mix, but the whistling

 

Air spurs snow pellets to race parallel

To the horizon, and makes the windward door

Impossible to breach. A tower, striped in

 

White and red, sits massive and unmoved

In all this flux, a transplant that cannot

Connect, still, to what it stands to mark.

 

The light yet gleams at piercing intervals,

Establishing a point for all within the gloom

To steer us safely by a fatal coast.

 

Though light can punctuate and shred the dark,

It cannot banish it at last, and we are

Left alone to navigate the briny film

 

Or scattered hues ashore. And while the light

Illuminates us here, it cannot shift

The context that will bind us all: the dark.

 

A later trip took me to the west coast to Gros Morne (Big Bleak), and north to Cape Norman, at the tip of the Great Northern Peninsula. Gros Morne is a series of mountain sized lumps that are strewn without any pattern we have access to, and we are left at the mercy of million-year-old masses that have no time for secrets.

North from Gros Morne the land turns flat and featureless, and at Cape Norman is lost in a mix of chaos and order. The land is flat and low, and is even less willing to provide secrets. Painting this contradictory mix was difficult, but through painting, it seemed that chaos could be as sustaining as order, perhaps since they each come from the same ground.

The impulse for a painting always comes from the land, so I paint quickly to preserve that moment as long as possible. Thinking about things ruins a painting every time for me. I can’t tell you how profoundly this place, and you who care for it, have helped the way I paint. It will carry me forward for a very long time.

Charles Meanwell lives and paints in Hamilton, Ontario. In 2014, his work was featured in Painting Hamilton at the Art Gallery of Hamilton. Solo museum exhibitions include On the Ground, Thames Art Gallery, Chatham, Ontario in 2010 and Windsor Paintings, Windsor Art Gallery, Windsor, Ontario in 2008.  

Charles Meanwell will be featured in a two-person exhibition with artist Ned Pratt at the Nicholas Metivier Gallery in Toronto, ON opening June 28th.

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