‘The ribs of Hephestus…’, Kate Howe, Studio Shot.

‘The ribs of Hephestus, greased with easy grace, are unrequited.’

Kate Howe, 2021, oil paint and oil pastel on canvas, 160 x 200 cm. Collection: Turner, Painting.

Jan 22, 2021

Dear Mal,

I didn't know you were for the underdog. I was walking up the stairs when I got your message, gold leaf? Gold something? Were you into alchemy? This seems like either the best idea in the world or craft shit that is going to get me in trouble. But I think of the gliding of the Buddha and the gilding of the robes and I think of Japan when I see this color. I don't know if you've been there. I think if you can push it for a couple of forty years or so you'll see some very cool stuff coming from Japan. Van Gogh, who you’ll just miss, wanders around the same grassy slopes as you, and S. says he preached a sermon in your neighborhood. He really dug the woodcuts. I wonder what you’d think of them.

When I go to Japan, I go to the northern island and I always want to stay. The snow is so white, so silent, so deep, the flakes are so fat, the streets so narrow. The sake so warm, the bars so friendly, the food so plentiful. The onsen like an enfolding blanket with the powers to suspend pain in the air like steam floating in a cold sky. They don't like my tattoos, of course, and I always need to do a little planning to make sure that I'm allowed. Sometimes I have to go to the private onsen and that is just fine with me. For a supposed extrovert, I sure like being by myself and doing my own thing.

‘The ribs of Hephestus…’, Kate Howe, Detail View.

Anyhow, I'm either going insane from missing painting or I'm having visions or I'm tired or wired or all of it, but this has been a week to remember. Today, I read an article that they have found a color of blue that has never been used before, now available to the public. They say it resonates in a way that no other blue can. That it fills a color gap somewhere between Cobalt Blue and Prussian Blue. Can you imagine getting that vibrancy without reaching for teal? I think this is what Klein was after, I think we should make one blue square of this and send it to him so he can take a break. It’s exhausting, being on the hunt all the time like I am for you. If I can get ahold of some of this elixir, I’ll sprinkle it on my next recording of our concourse. Of course, I have many colors you don't have. I have quinacridone violet and CADMIUM CHARTREUSE which is beyond lightness. The one you’d really fall for was the one that I split my guts open on last week, that sail and sky and sea, it was all one color, the impossible green gold that shines violent yellow and fades to pleasing olive green when it is thick.

Can I say, really quickly that the last one was nice. I loved how it took the shape of us together. I was surprised the whole time. But we should savor that, I'm not really ready to unpack it, it's still shining on my skin like the echo of a first touch. I have another color, Cobalt Teal, I don't think you have, anyway I just found it again. When I started painting, I started so disciplined, no white, no black, make your own green, no burnt sienna no brown. Strickland gave me a love of hunting for new colors, but the discipline to stay restricted and pay attention and cross-pollinate. Now–straight out of the tube and mix on the canvas or in the bucket. I made a painting to you using it, remember, the teal and pink one, the one I said we should secretly call "Bitchin' sea, bitch of a day" but really have it be named something serious because that was the first time I found you. Remember? That was the first time I had ever used Rose Madder and now I wonder about what it would be like to use it as a straight pigment like I did with the Entombment. What do you think? If you were here you would say do it. Anything to push me into the vortex.

There's gold under that one too, this is very 1962 Russian-mid-century-modern-meets-opium-party of you. Let's roll with it. Why do I think if you showed up you’d be in a mock turtle neck? It might suit Young JMWT but sir, your waistcoat is large and the fashions of the era you are pulling me towards for color are form-fitting, be warned. Smoking was still okay, so that’s one benefit.

I know what it was in the teal one that did it, that moment where we started, where I got you, where I let you lead me: It was that big orange wave cresting over my head, over your head and the deck of the ship the whole sea was being sucked up into the sky and me with it and turning into steam and soot, we were all being thrown around by the arms of the ocean.

I would like to use that color so you can see it, that new blue one. I have something here, something gold but in the end, you probably wouldn't see much, and something rust and something vibrating blue, and then Jason, maybe. They didn't really like that one did they? I'm not so into the myth, or the guy, although I do like his taste in women. I think the huge thrusting serpent back points straight to the rupture where I'll find you, though.

I'll sneak up on it in green first.

Ever yours,

K