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An Introduction to Leise Wilson
 By
 Viv Levy B.A., M.A., R.C.A.
“……..when I try to imagine a faultless love
Or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur
Of underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape.”
(In praise of Limestone, W.H.Auden)
Substitute chalk for limestone and see how Auden’s lines apply to the essence that informs Leise Wilson’s paintings, how the landscape of the Kent coast has educated her hand. It is fitting that she should work in a studio situated in the shadow of the Turner Gallery in Margate; Turner who worked from this same landscape.
We are all affected by landscape while writers conjure it with words; visual artists show it on paper, canvas or in space. The most successful evocations of landscape do not imitate nature , are not mirrors of the  external world , they are infused with the same beauty that is found in nature , they imitate the way that nature works not the way she looks. Mere descriptions of landscape are boring, you may as well take a snap or read a tour operators brochure, and expressive colours are not necessarily descriptive.
I came face to face with Leise’s work shortly after my introduction to the sea and shore at Ramsgate. Far from being confronted with copies of the world outside, I was looking at a parallel world described through the intervention of emotion, filtered through memory. Matisse said that” exactitude is not the truth. There is an inherent truth which must be disengaged from outward appearance of the object to be represented. This is the only truth that matters. “This is a truth Leise strives for. She translates the visual experience of standing before a landscape into an equivalent sensation in the work, it is collaboration with Nature, employing Her methods as well as staking inspiration from Her looks. Water, salt, and stain are used to render sea and sand, while bleach echoes the sun’s work on the white cliffs and volatile skies; colour is cajoled and implored as she strikes out with whatever comes to hand: scissors inks, layers of plain or pre painted tissue paper. Through constant experimentation she breaks new ground, and I’m sure, manages to surprise herself. These are not complacent works.
“If you obliterate something it will always be there”, a Hemingway principle. Through the layer upon on layer of rubbing out and returning there is another parallel with nature, here is erosion and regrowth, the seasons passing, life beating beneath the surface of these translucent paintings. Encroaching on the fragility of some of these pieces come the robust and shocking coastal plants of summer, wounded red, and slightly vulgar puce surprise the eye.
There is no literary intervention in these paintings; the marks on paper are the sole agents in the relationship between the landscape and its interpretation. Neither are these bucket and spade pictures, humans are absent , no one walks these cliffs and beaches , the shore is deserted,  there is a strange feeling of loss ,but also of relief for there are no human traces, no abandoned  picnics, no tossed bottles , or beer cans, no pollution. We are only spectators on this side of the picture.
I noticed a kayak propped up against the studio wall. I assume that drawing and paddling cannot be engaged in simultaneously, these vistas of sky and horizon are imprinted directly onto the retina, like conceptual sketchbooks, to be carried back to the studio and woven into the work. Nothing is planned out, these paintings are intuitive, unconsciously researched, and they change on the page like the English weather.
From October through the winter Leise is exiled from her end of the pier studio, as the hostile seas and weather make the building too cold, too wet, and too dangerous to inhabit. She returns to London where the work shrinks to fit the available workspace in a North London flat. The content, however, does not shrink; it becomes more intense, resolves itself into small acrylic memories. These are not views from a London window, the mind retains the Kent landscape as a whole but the edges merge with the make believe. These are small explosive memories of summer, tricks of shadow, and flashes from the corner of the eye, differentiation of texture like snatches of song heard through a mist, conjuring whole tranches of atmosphere, exciting visual energy through colour, line and form. These are more abstract and dreamlike than their summer counterparts and push against their small scale. Size is of little importance, everything in these small works is amplified by imagination.
There are always problems when work has to be “hung”. Reflections on glass, inappropriate frames and crowding. Galleries and collectors are loath to handle or value anything unframed or unglazed unless it is a work on canvas. Paintings once free to breathe on the studio wall are now shackled by a frame making them precious and insular. When the four sides of a picture are part of a larger vista one should be able to place it on the wall without a frame. Howard Hodgkin gets around the problem by incorporating the frame into the picture, muralists paint right up to the edges; sculptors are constrained by available space, the scale of their work radically altered by placement. I know that Leise is unhappy about the effect of frames on her work, they seem to want to elbow their way out, I would be happy to live with one in a state of dress or undress!
Fine artists should undertake to transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. There are times when the sorcery goes wrong. You can tell when someone struggles through the fallow times to regain the magic and comes up again with a fresh body of work, it takes courage and perseverance, I believe that Leise Wilson has these in spades and I look forward to seeing her future work.
 
Viv Levy B.A., M.A., R.C.A
June 2011