Art for Owin Wright . Water-Borne Pigments on Panel . 36” x 80” . Los Angeles, California
referrals . Through art, honoring the 1970s and the groovy vibe a lot of us felt at the historic Indian Dunes Motocross Park
Why Art? It’s been a simple question for over ten thousand years. From the drawings in Altamira to Lisa del Giocondo’s smile… human hands have sought to create, express and communicate across the ages. These expressions remain, long after the creator has passed. The communication travels across time, nearly without limit.
But, why do we do it? Perhaps the answer is equally simple… because our lives matter.
So much of our time is spent maintaining life. We tend to the basics required to keep afloat and sailing forward. We toil to complete the tasks assigned us. They are an endless stream that began the day we were born. This stream will not abate until the day we die.
Now, if this was all there is to life, it would be a sad tale indeed. However, across the ages we are given to know there is more… much more. Of course, the maintenance of life is the first charge of any living entity. But the human condition comes with an additional responsibility, not known to incumber other biologies. We must have a conscious reason to maintain our lives, beyond mere reproductive existence. In other words, there is “what we do” to sustain life, and amazingly, there must be a “why” we do it.
No doubt, we need the ‘why’ as much as the ‘what’, if we are to attain a state of temporal contentment. This observation is not new. Over two thousand years ago Socrates, father of western philosophy, suggested “The unexamined life is not worth living”.
The answer to the question ‘why’ often reveals itself as some form of creation. Each creation is an experience. Our lives are a compilation of experiences, most of which we have purposefully designed. Therein may be found the meaning we give, almost as a gift, to ourselves. Here is where art is born.
In each person’s life there are elements and occasions of profound significance. There are things we’ve done, places we have been, people we’ve known and objects we’ve acquired that inexorably enhance our reality. These things can be captured by the artist and rendered as a testament of foundational meaning. It’s why we hang photos on the wall and wear souvenir T-shirts. But there can be much more…
Your humble narrator is one of those bothersome people that requires foundational purpose in the elements that make up who I am. Like most, I catalogue the positives, while trying to learn from inevitable mistakes. It has not all been sunshine and roses. Some years ago I was beset by an ordeal, the kind fate delights in handing out. It was serious. They don’t get more so… The details are not important here, but the effect is, and with utmost sincerity.
These circumstances of fate impelled me to face the historical essence of my life, every second I might recall. From this evolved the need to express what I found in some tangible way. Fate was not then generous with the time I had to do this. But where to begin, beyond what I was already doing?
Enter the Artist.
Originally, I had known Jon Ortner as a prominent veteran southern California motocross racer. That’s an understatement. A former pro from the 1980s, his status today is one of renown. Racing dirt bikes is not for everyone and competing in age brackets of 40s, 50s and 60s is definitely not a crowded pastime. People who do it are for real. Motocross is addictively thrilling to participate in, exciting to watch, and considered one of the original “extreme sports”. The community that competes regularly is relatively small, and among these the really fast are well known. Jon Ortner is one of the fastest vet racers around, locally and nationally. He’s been doing this a long time, with many championships that speak for his talent. He is also an artist.
I’d seen his work in race programs, event promotions, and at one of the finest motocross motorcycle museums in the United States. I’d never spoken to him before, only watched him racing other elite experts at impossible speeds. Then fate played its hand. Soon after I sought out the racer, to speak with the artist.
I approached Jon at the track one race day, with an old photograph from 1976. A picture of me ridding my first dirt bike, it’s pretty much the only one I have from back-in-the-day. Motocross racing is my chosen passion outside of a teaching career. I’ve become utterly dedicated to it. This photo meant the world to me. It represents where it all began, so I asked if he could paint the image in his style. This painting was the first step in keeping a promise I made to myself…. To live in active appreciation and expression of life. The goal was to refine this expression to the greatest extent possible. I shared with Jon that I sought to bring peak experience to living art. The finished work would act as a reminder to inspire what needs to be in every minute of each day. Could he help me keep my promise? Turns out, fate was now a friend. This was exactly the kind of work he looks for. Being a long-time major player in motocross racing, he immediately understood what the old photograph meant to me. Being an accomplished, lifelong artist, he’s developed a singular style of color and visual texture that brings a cherished moment, image, or idea to life on canvas. This first commission is now a treasured heirloom.
Over the next 2 years, I brought several more commissions to Jon. Each was born from the central idea of capturing some epic moment in a life's history. The first two were depictions from my own adventures, motocross and mountaineering in my youth. Another was a gift for a dear friend. Each rendition yields a singularly intense moment, snatched from the flow of time, made solid and still by the artists’ considered hand. The reward is a portrait replete with inspirational meaning, well beyond words I might offer here. Over these past few years I have become one of Jon Ortner's’ dedicated clients. Investments in his work fulfill the promise I made.
Fate travels in many directions. When I learned that Jon could be scheduled for private motocross lessons, well… it took about 9 seconds to make that call. My thirty years of classroom teaching allows for a keen perspective on the value of one-on-one instruction in a given subject. Under the guidance of a skilled and philosophically committed mentor, the student can make extraordinary advancement. In that motocross is my dedicated pass-time, improvements in skill and safety under Jon’s guidance are priceless. As I logged instructional time on the track, I became impressed with his renaissance approach to student growth. This includes direction in physical training and conditioning, diet, and focus on developing an aggressive respect for life as a motorcycle competitor. Looking back, I took about 5 seconds too long to make that call.
Today, as well as instructor and artist, most importantly Jon is a great friend. Recently I spoke with him about another commission. This one was different…
All previous work had been envisioned to capture moments of great accomplishment and happy adventure. The viewer is reminded of rewards found in living life with spirit, strength and commitment to positive goals. In his now-familiar studio workshop, I was somewhat hesitant to describe the nature of this new request. The subject was personal, a matter of the heart. I wanted a portrait of a lady from my past. This was a thing I had kept to myself for over 30 years. This girl had an effect on my life beyond anything I’ve ever understood. It was something I just learned to live with. The ordeal from some years back brought her memory forward. I needed his help to honor the reflection of a young woman that I could hardly talk about, let alone describe. Had I wandered out of his wheel-house? All I had for him to work from was a couple of old photographs. To my great good fortune, he accepted the commission. Some time later, I had the portrait. As with all his previous work, I was profoundly moved by its impact. Given the unique nature of this subject, the effect was only magnitudes greater. Jon had worked his magic. Her island beauty was there on canvas, reflected as intensely as her living presence in my memory. One would indeed honor the other.
Our lives matter. We must decide what gives them meaning. The moments which define our lives also create memory. Our memories light the path to our future. Trust the Artist to capture the moment. Frame it on the wall, and behold the life we give ourselves… The wisdom to remember where we’ve come from, and the joy to move forward. Owin Wright . Los Angeles