Barry Oretsky - A Survey of works from 1988 - 1993

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Barry Oretsky "Mr. Frog"



BARRY ORETSKY
A Survey of works from 1988 – 1993

The Role of the Artist in Society

Painters are a part of a tradition, which spans centuries. They have given much to civilization, painting with diligence and with reverence. Now we appreciate their work when we enter a museum to look at their work. But painters of previous eras suffered for their craft. If I were not prepared to have respect for preceding art, my work would be just a one-off thing.

There’s a valid distinction, which I would make between the spiritual and the sacred. I see my particular calling as a painter and a Jew, drawing from the wellsprings of Torah truths, which imbue each and every day of a Jew’s life. That for me is spirituality put in practical everyday terms, from laws concerning kosher food to the observance of pilgrim festivals in the yearly cycle.

Such a fulfillment – termed a mitzvah in Hebrew for its sense of duty – is far more attainable than any mystic yearning for the sacred in other world religions. In terms of my art, it means holiness is everywhere, waiting to be plucked, like the holy apples about which the mystic rabbis of the medieval age sang to usher in the Sabbath.

One becomes the other and in that transition, a totally different experience has come into being. That for me is mystical. I think there is a wondrous spirituality when the creative process is expressed in paint. It sets us free to soaring new vistas. Chagall said it well – "Painting was as necessary to me as bread. It seemed like a window I could escape out of, to take flight to another world." (Marc Chagall, Painter of Dreams, pg. 90).

There is a full-blooded hearty holiness to Jewish faith that might catch some people unaware. That is part of the distinction, which I make between the spiritual and the sacred: a Jew performs a mitzvah gladly – he runs to the opportunity because it is part of his own soul and his own spiritual reality.

The enthusiastic joy pervades my thinking and quantifies my art. I think I’m part of a greater artistic tradition whenever I explore the nuances in life. I enjoy examining details. There is so much information in a painting that a viewer might lose sight of in a cursory glance while walking through a gallery.

You can appreciate that there is an insidious compulsion to religious motivation for someone who is both Jewish and a painter. Like those who have followed this path before me, I sense that I’m religious and yet I work in a medium that some Jews with a spiritual inclination would shun.

Artists must wrestle with spiritual values every time they put their brush to the canvas. "Spirit in its human manifestation is man’s response to his You. Man speaks in many tongues – tongues of language, or art, of action – but the spirit is one; it is response to the You that appears from the mystery and addresses us from the mystery." (I and Thou, pg. 89)

There have been many notable Jewish abstract painter, but far fewer Jewish realist painters. Two hundred years ago, a Jew who aspired to be an artist found his calling as an itinerant craftsman, engraving seals on pewter plates throughout Bohemia, or bookplates in England.

It wasn’t until the Age of Emancipation that Jewish art blossomed in Europe. Moritz Daniel Oppenheim, Solomon Alexander hart, Camille Pissarro, Isidor Kaufman and Maurycy Gottlieb all created memorable works with artistry on par with their non-Jewish counterparts.

A truthful painting survives close reading by evoking that inherent mystery in our spiritual existence. This observation, I think, is key to understanding high-realist painting, making painting analogous to poetry, rather than the novel form – shortened, pithy, succinct and not always transparent to elucidation on a first reading.

I find a kind of irony, when you contemplate the span of man’s life from ‘dust to dust’. Our life is dust, a fact I confirm everyday in the morning prayers. "All the nations are as nothing before You, as it is written: the nations are as a drop from a bucket; considered no more than dust upon the scales! Behold, the isles are like the flying dust." (Isaiah 40:15)

A painter deals with dust – materials that have a very limited life span. A small detail if you ignore everything else will tell you a lot about the rest. It may seem futile to make such efforts to perfect art. But we mirror previous history. We do things over and over again, endlessly striving for betterment.

My optimism makes me see inevitable progress, in spite of the setbacks of society. The spirituality of our present workday life is frequently overlooked. Modern man is too busy making money and working hard to see divine intervention. Quite simply, there’s an up and down to our life – we’re down here in our busy material world. The spiritual seems to soar far above us, far beyond our lowly vantage point.

Art can bridge the up-and-down otherness. There is a closeness to God springing from daily material things… even paint on a canvas. Think about the meticulous statements concerning the material not the spiritual in the Jewish morning prayers. Here is an excerpt concerning the preparation of incense for the altar:

"The balm is no other than resin which exudes from the balsam trees. The lye of Carshina was used for rubbing on the onycha to refine its appearance. The Cyprus wine was used in which to steep the onycha to make its odour more pungent."

You can almost see the priest with mortar and pestle, grinding the special ingredients for the service. Truly dust is a metaphor for human life and human endeavor.

With that in mind, I go back to a further metaphor for my work. A painting is like a child. I encourage it to grow from the dust. Then it is strong enough to be independent, to stand freely on its own in a world of adversity. I can’t keep it in my home forever. But I will visit my work three or four years later to re-examine a painting that I did. When I’m painting a work, I see it in parts ‘like the flying dust’. To see it in totality, I have to get away from a painting for a period of time. Then I can view it as you might.

Barry Oretksy


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Salon of Valor - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
Salon of Valor
34 x 20 inches
Signed and dated '88

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The Mime of the Heart - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
The Mime of the Heart
20 x 30 inches
Signed and dated '88

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The Popcorn Vendor - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
The Popcorn Vendor
24 x 36 inches
Signed and dated '88

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The Sanctuary - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
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41 x 55 inches
Signed and dated '89

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A Toll for William Blake - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
A Toll for William Blake
48 x 60 inches
Signed and dated '89

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Sno-cones - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
Sno-cones
30 x 40 inches
Signed and dated '90

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The Rules of the Game - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
The Rules of the Game
42 x 66 inches
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Tete a Tete - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
Tete a Tete
46 x 62 inches
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Foxes - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
Foxes
46 x 62 inches
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Woman in Yellow - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
Woman in Yellow
40 x 30 inches
Signed & dated 1993

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En Repos - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
En Repos
41 x 55 inches
Signed and dated '91

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The Muse - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
The Muse
40 x 56 inches
Signed and dated '91

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The Wall - Barry Oretsky
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(Born 1946)
The Wall
30 x 40 inches
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Mr. Frog - Barry Oretsky
Barry Oretsky
(Born 1946)
Mr. Frog
30 x 40 inches
Signed and dated 1990

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