Over the years I've had people ask me about why I write about my parents and their experiences in the war rather than write about something more pleasing, joyful, life affirming. The question always puzzles me, and I've never felt that I've been able to come up with a good response. I think that what Henry wrote in response to some questions about his painting "Sad Boy with Red Accessories" offers an answer.
Here's Henry's painting and what he said about it:
People often ask me why the crude faces, why so tribal, why so sick, why so devastated, why so fashionably disturbed.
When I think about these questions I always return to a question I asked myself years ago. Which artists in history began investigations psychically that I feel have not been fully developed?
For me there just a few always in mind. First and foremost is Jean Dubuffet. He felt strongly for the art of the insane, of children under the age of 5, and of criminals who came from difficult childhoods. Perhaps because I had seen the inside of those Mental Health Hospitals one to many times early on in my artistic development, perhaps because I have daughter who was a brilliant painter until she gave it up at 5 years of age, and perhaps because most people close to me came from difficult upbringings...perhaps.
What all of these groups have in common is an uncensored intensity, a lack of concern for rules, and unbridled emotional spectrum that speaks to a rare kind of inaudible intelligence. They are all speaking from the gut.
I want to speak from the gut at all costs. I don't want circumspection to enter the creative process. That is what Yves Kline's "Leap into the Void" means to me...a literal, potentially destructive leap into the charge of emotions to wrench free whatever is there in that instant. It always hurts. The blow always reaches the flesh. There is no escaping the outcome. Regrets are futile. This is for me a process that parallels the condition of being a living body hurtling toward death. This is the middle finger up to fear. This is all I've got and I don't fucking care what I don't have.
To view more of Henry Avignon's work, please go to his website. Click here.