Few authors have grasped the realities of destruction and assaults on earthly tranquility as thoroughly as Leo Tolstoy. But for painting he assigned a special role: “Art should cause violence to be set aside. And it is only art that can accomplish this.
The great writer’s mandate is answered in a remarkable way by Masayuki Hara’s paintings. When there are clouds in Hara’s skies, they suggest a rain that will nourish the soil- never a storm that might destroy it. Those clouds blanket a unified landscape in which everything has its lush and rightful place. In any event, most often the skies are blue: a cool, almost silvery, unblemished blue that has the look of distillation - that beautiful and elusive sense of distance - that marks Hara’s forms and colors alike. Here is an artist of rare virtuosity and remarkable control. who has chosen with flawless precision his position, emotional and physical, in the landscape. The result of his supremely conscious care is that the woods and rocks and mountains have their own powerful voices, and that the viewer, whatever his usual artistic predilections may be, cannot help but feel transfixed.
It isn’t that Hara has turned his back on the realities of earthly existence, If he has totally eschewed violence and disorder in the ambiance of his work, he dwells nonetheless on every wrinkle on an old man’s face, on leaves that are dead and will soon disintegrate into the water upon which they float, on paint pealing off a shipwreck. What is significant is that with Hara’s vison the exigencies of life are somehow devoid of destruction. There is an order to things that we have come to expect as an inevitable part of some beautiful overall reality. Hara’s work has such an even tempo to it, his technique such paramount finesse, that we accept all in the same calm and benevolent voice.
Tolstoy wrote that “Art is a human activity having for its purpose the transmission to others of the highest and best feelings to which man has risen.” Hara is on the mark. He is sensitive to the world before him, passionate about the flow of water, the silhouette of grass, the wonder of light. He avoids any hint of the smugness or melodrama that often mar precisely realistic acuity. warmth and energy, pervade his work.
Born in Osaka in 1956, Hara has , at the age of thirty-two, already achieved great stature for a body of work that many would have been pleased to achieve in a long lifetime. Henry McBride once wrote that “Jhon Marin was born old and remained young;” in his skills and knowledge, his alertness and openness, the same can be said of Masayuki Hara.
with Dr. Armand Hammer (1988)
1st. solo exhibition catalog in New York
2nd. solo exhibition catalog in New York