Six days of Creation. God creates. God works: Separates, divides, gathers, adds — order drawn from chaos.

One day. It’s good. After another. It’s good. And another. It’s good. And still good. The Artist at work. The Creator creating. Steps back. Sees what’s happening on the canvas — or the cosmos — and likes it. And goes back to work. Because that’s what Creators do. What they must do.

The Deity: All-powerful; Omniscient; Omnipotent; Eternal; Infinite; Wisdom; Mystery; Awesome; Perfect; Mighty; Ancient of Days; Sovereign…yes, yes, yes and yes. But in this tale, God’s just an Artist at work.

Me too. Just a bit…in a studio more messy and muddled.

We human critters create because we must — image and likeness and all that. I do it the only way that I can. The only way I know how. The way God made me.

In 1997,  I began this series on the first chapter of Genesis. I did about 5 or 6 pieces using watercolor, prismacolor pencils, ink and gesso…always gesso. These paintings are almost 20 years old now — and I never got beyond the one with green-growing things (I never finished that one.) And I never got to Tom McCormick’s anticipated favorite of them all, “creeping things” — as he’d say between slugs of coffee and puffs of smoke, “crepitandibus!”

I’ve long felt the desire to return to this subject matter. Matter. And Grace.

And, for Tom, Crepitandibus. Stay tuned.

In the fall of 1996, I made an 8-day retreat with Fr. Jim Hanley, S.J. at El Retiro in Los Altos. Actually, my superior at the time, Fr. Dick Cobb, S.J. set the retreat up for me. He wisely perceived long before I did that the “every sophomore’s favorite Jesuit” was slowly falling apart inside. I had not made a good, prayerful retreat in a several years (too busy being “beloved and popular” to root myself in Love.)

Anyway, on the retreat, Jim gave me Henri Nouwen’s little book on Rembrandt’s painting of the Prodigal Son. I never finished it, but I did get a little lost in the story. Stumbling upon word after word. And, using a set of watercolors that I brought with me, I started to paint. Not sets. Not backdrops. Just simple, little watercolors. That were mine.

I ended up doing about 20 quick “sketches in paint.” This is one of them. Over the next few years, I thought a lot about that black dot. Somehow it was me. Wanting more. Wanting color. Wanting Out.

It takes time. And grace.

I love Loyola High. Twice in my life I was blessed to be assigned to work at 1901 Venice Boulevard in Los Angeles. The first time was for Regency from 1983 to 1986 and then for my first assignment as a priest, from 1990 until 2000.

During those years, the only painting that I did was for the sets in Hannon Theater and several large backdrops for Liturgies in Xavier Center.

I always promised my directors, Chuck Tilley, S.J. and Walt Wolfe, that the sets would be finished before the curtain rose on opening night — they might still be wet, but they’d be done. I loved the years in Hannon working with so many talented students — many more gifted than I. It turned out that painting all of those sets was great preparation for my later graduate studies: working on that large a scale (Hannon is a huge space) really helped me to work large and free. Never mind that after I left Loyola, kids would find paint brushes in sealed cans of paint.

The backdrops were (are) special to me. It’s nice to return to Loyola and see these old friends still in use at school Liturgies.

Update 2023: Returning to Loyola High after eight years in Sacramento, I discovered that my banners were digitalized and are now projected on screens for Liturgies. I took some photos of the Graduation Banner that I designed and painted for the Class of 1994.

In my first year in the Novitiate, I made this crucifix during the Long Retreat — the 30 day long Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius Loyola. I cut out the cross shape from a piece of plywood, carved out the interior cross and filled it with some sort of polymer clay material. I sculpted and engraved the figure with a knife and then painted it with acrylic. (I copied a medieval enamel crucifix which I saw a few years later at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.)

The corpus of Jesus is bone white — all of the color has receded into the bright green of the vine — the living wood of the Cross. (Not my idea — it’s the wisdom and insight of some nameless medieval artist.)

When I left the Novitiate, this crucifix remained in the Regis Chapel in the Novice building. Years later, when the Novitiate moved to Culver City, I figured that this piece had disappeared during the move. But some 30 years later, I happened to visit the (new) Novitiate in Culver City, and there, in a parlor was my old friend. Even more touching than this discovery was hearing a scholastic with whom I had become friends tell me that he had used my crucifix during his own Long Retreat.

I’m happy that this little vestige of my own spiritual beginnings still has a home in the Novitiate. AMDG

 

The assignment was to make a painting using “hard edges” — I believe this is a one inch square of the New York City Subway map

 

After two years in New York City, I returned to California in the summer of 1982. Ordinarily, my next step in Jesuit formation would have been to begin teaching in a high school. Tom McCormick (there’s that angel again) agreed that my interest in art was important so he allowed (encouraged really) me to take a year and complete an undergraduate degree in Fine Art at L.M.U. I had earlier graduated with a bachelors in History there, so I all had to do was complete the classwork for the major.

So I lived for a year at Xavier Hall, the wonderful Jesuit community at L.M.U. taking courses in a number of areas, painting, sculpture, ceramics and art history. I’ve only managed to keep a few photographs of the work that I did during that year.

As part of my Jesuit formation, I spent two years (1980 – 1982) at Fordham University studying philosophy — well, I was supposed to be studying philosophy. I was initially enrolled in a program which would have earned me the coveted and elusive, “Masters in Humanity” degree. Well, it turned out the “MaHum” was really two-year degree in Thomastic philosophy — so I dropped out of the masters program, and with some undergraduate units in philosophy from earlier studies at L.M.U., I was able to complete the Society’s requirements in a year and a half.

That gave me a whole semester in New York City with “nothing to do.” Enter one of the angels of my life:  Tom McCormick, S.J. Tom had been on the Novitiate staff when I was there and had been my superior at Sullivan Hall at L.M.U. Now he was in charge of all the California Jesuits in formation. He gave me permission to drop the masters in philosophy — and then encouraged me to use that last semester in New York to find some art classes. (It wouldn’t be the last time he did that.)

So in the spring of 1982, three or four days a week I took the “D Train” from Fordham Road down to Columbus Circle to take painting classes at the renown “Art Students League of New York.” Located on 57th Street, painters such as Thomas Hart Benton, Georgia O’Keeffe, Jackson Pollock and Mark Rothko all studied there. The place reeked of history and oil paint. I loved it. The classes were in portrait painting. I kept a few of the canvas boards from those months — proof that I could work in oil paint and that I once had the patience and skill to paint without making too much of a mess.

 

I did these two oil paintings when I was in high school. Two of my favorite (then…and still) painters. Vincent, especially has found a sacred place in my heart and soul. The best way to know God is to love many things…so he said. So I try.

In August of 1978, I pronounced my first vows as a Jesuit in the chapel at the College of the Queen of Peace in Montecito, California. I created this banner for the occasion.

Jesus and Saint Ignatius are in the center — Jesus gently holding a cross that becomes the sword that Ignatius offers to Mary at Montserrat. Flanking this Holy duo are ten Jesuit saints: let’s see if I can remember who they are…On the right, from the top: Francis Xavier, John Francis Regis, Peter Claver, Peter Canisus and Gerard Manley Hopkins; on the left [I don’t recall for sure, but the bright red makes me think it’s Robert Bellarmine,] Edmund Campion, Alphonsus Rodriguez, Stanislaus Kostka [and hidden by the candle is, I think, Teihard de Chardin.]

The last time I saw this banner, it was rolled up in a closet somewhere at Loyola High. Then again, when I made this in 1978, I was rolled up in a closet as well. AMDG

I’m not sure when I made this — it was sometime in high school. I think my sophomore year. It’s oil paint on an old piece of wood. Like the Alpine mountain scene, this little painting stayed with mom and dad for years. It now lives in Sacramento with me.