Music, Food and Artistry

Food and Music, are, to my way of thinking, synonymous.

Food has many roles in our lives the obvious being a staple necessity to remain on this earth, similarly, it can be used for comfort when we are at our lowest, but that is before we venture into the realms of the sublime artistry of the senses . Chefs and cooks alike acknowledge the splendiferous wonder of colour and taste upon the palette affecting mood, memory and imagination. Much is made of layering salt on acidity, sweet on sour, savoury on sweet creating a story, the main ingredient being the hero.

So too in music, a mathematical arrangement of notes and chords creates a sound rocking the senses into a state of oblivion. Classical composers arranged concertos for the piano, violin, cello or flute, every composition flavoured with the sweet and sour, telling a story creating a mood, awakening the imagination and memory for the listener. But the audience are not the only ones being carried away on the tide of sounds, so too are the performers who become one with their instrument, falling into the hypnotic swell of crescendo and fortissimo.

‘A Piano’ came about because of a pianist whose fingers when they flew across the keyboard created a sound of beauty which took me to a place long forgotten.

100cm x 100cm Oil on Canvas For Sale

100cm x 100cm Oil on Canvas For Sale

 

Framed Print available from Fine Art America $66.74

Framed Print available from Fine Art America $66.74

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About Ellis Burgess

A number of people have said that ‘it’ (whatever ‘it’ is) is in Ellis’s genes and to some extent they may be correct. Her grandmother painted and so did her mother. Marge Barley started painting when she was 9 years old and achieved some acclaim in New Zealand. In turn, her mother, Ellis’s Grandmother started much later in life more from compulsion than conscious desire. Ten years ago a well-intentioned friend shoved a paintbrush into Ellis’s clenched fist, forcefully moving her hand between paint pot and paper until it moved of its own volition in a frenetic frenzy attended by a torrent of tears born of bewilderment and frustration, unaware of the wild colour patterning the fury within. Ellis’s mother had passed away three years earlier from Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. From these inauspicious beginnings Ellis began to paint, and for a short time attended classes at the Hamilton Society of Arts in New Zealand. Seven years ago, Ellis and her husband moved to the Gold Coast where she met Stephen Buntrock of the Gold Coast Art School. With his encouragement, painting became more than just something to do. It became a passion. Another passion is dance. Ellis loves the musical synergy of movement, the human form working with rhythm mood and emotion, sensing the freedom as the dancer soars across the floor with effortless ease. Like a lot of little girls, she was sent off to ballet in a somewhat desperate attempt by her grandfather to stop her stomping around the house. Eleven years later Ellis was selected to dance with NZ Ballet Company in a season of the Nutcracker. Did Ellis stop stomping? No. Ballet was to be her life; that was until she met the man of her dreams. Never the less, ballet has featured in much of her adult life by way of teaching and outlets of involvement. Ellis quickly discovered another outlet was painting. She spent a long time pondering on the skill set required to achieve her vision; how to portray the artistry of movement, the musicality and rhythm of dance, and the genius of the human form on canvas. Attempting different techniques, she learnt she is not an illustrator, but a painter who gravitated towards free movement. In her quieter moments Ellis often wonders what her mother would say if she were still here, left only with her paintings languishing against the wall. As an apprentice in the art of painting Ellis hopes the path ahead will be clear, perhaps meander elegantly at her will. Maybe it will broaden out to a huge piazza where she may sit for a long while, then later choose the many paths that transverse the piazza or continue again down the main road.