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Stephen Paints a Picture: Part Thirty-Two
It was a Monday, the day after Lord Beaverbrook Day, and the gallery was closed as it is every Monday, but Stephen Scott and I were at Beaverbrook Art Gallery around eleven in the morning to try and finish his portrait of me.
"This should work out OK for us," I said, "as there will be nobody around and we can concentrate on the painting."
"Well, it certainly needs some work," Stephen told me, Where's the style? It's boring."
"You're beating yourself up again. I think that it's fine. It just needs the finishing touches."
"I think that it's a day for big brushes. Too much finicky detail. I've got to pull the whole fucking thing together," he replied.
"I rather like the combination of detail and broad brushwork. It reminds me of Dutch and Flemish 17th century painting—Rembrandt, Halls, Rubens and the like," I told him.
"But where's the style, my style?"
"You got loads of style just don't screw it up."
"It's hard to copy old master techniques. They're just so natural and too good."
"I think that you're doing a pretty good job. A lot of contemporary artists have done a homage to past masters like Freud's admitted homage to Watteau," I said.
By this time Stephen was going in earnest with a very large brush on the canvas. Because I was posing I couldn't see what he was doing, but seemed to be having a good time.
"It's a good thing for painters to look back at art history to find inspiration. There's some damn fine painters not that far back like Sargent and he, sure as hell, was looking at Rubens," he said.
"It sure goes back to that old chestnut that art is about art," I replied, "but I've been accused of being an old fart, sort of a neo-con critic and that was by friends."
"They seem to have you pegged. Mind you, I'm not exactly a progressive."
"You know I do like abstract painting, Abstract Expressionism, in particular, but that too is now history," I added.
"But a lot of those guys," he said, "could paint. They had solid education and it shows."
"Where I have problem is with an artist like Jeff Koons who draws on Popeye and ballon dogs for inspiration and then farms out the work to a factory to do," I said, "I think the work is shit, but then, again, he wildly successful and I'm not. One of the stupid dogs just sold for millions."
"I'm not exactly swimming in money myself, but if you say artists like Koons or Hirst are shit, people will say you are reactionary or worse. Art is what it is today and that's that."
"Much of it is just bullshit, bad art, but then I'm a self identified old fart and what do I know about this brave new world of today's art?" I said.
"Now, you're beating yourself up. You've got a pretty solid base of art history. I'd say that there is a general disrespect for tradition in much of today's art world."
"I think that it's more a lack of education than disrespect. When I talk to many students and younger artists, I'm amazed by what they don't know about the history of art and, not only that, they don't seem to care. They think history begins with them and, perhaps, they're right."
"Don't forget the part," he added, "that if you don't know history, you're doomed to repeat it."
"You've got that right. I've been looking at the same bloody installation works, all by different artists who think they're being original, for the past fifty years and these have been shows in North and South America, Asia and Europe. It's depressing the number of circles of rocks, tree branches and empty galleries passing as a statement that I've seen."
"There are good contemporary artists and good exhibitions of contemporary art," he said.
"You're right, but I just have trouble naming them off the top of my head. How's my painting coming along?"
"It's getting there. Are there any of those coffee cartridges we bought left in the staff room."
"I think so. Let's take a break and I'll go make us a cup."
Back with the coffee, I had a look at what Stephen was doing with the painting, he was trying to bring everything together. He was adding details like my wrist watch and pen and, at the same time, working on unifying the background with the figure. The problem with painting is knowing when it is done, when to quit. It's a problem that we had talked about many times during this project. I was familiar with the problem, when I painted as I, more often than not, had screwed it up at the last minute and had gone too far with a painting. Stephen had confessed that he did the same thing, but I think that he was a better judge about his own work than I was about mine and I felt a majority of his paintings looked 'right'.
"Look, we're getting there," I said, "what do you think?"
"It's close, but there's the difference between making a painting and not making a painting"
"That's cryptic. Who's going to be the judge with this painting? You or me?"
"Perhaps the rest of the world."
"You may have reached the point where you don't need me to finish the painting. The painting takes on its own life and I just get in the way, but I'll sit down and you have at it."
"Sounds like a plan. There's still things I can do."
"I keep going back to the idea of music and painting," I told him as I resumed posing, "In music it's the space between the notes that's important and in painting, it is often, what not there that makes it art. One's imagination makes an art work, be it music or painting, complete."
"Yes, you're right a work of art is always more than the sum total of its parts."
"That's often the problem with Photo Realism, it tries too hard to look like a photo and misses the whole point of painting which is to make the eye and imagination work," I said.
"There are times when photographs are useful as tools to an end in painting, but only as one tool among many," he replied.
"Granted, but we've gone through this whole project without using photography and I think that the painting is the better for it."
"It has taken us a long time, though, since last summer nearly a whole year. When did we start?"
Sketch 18 July 2013
"The 18th of July of last year to be exact. I looked it up last night."
"Glad, I'm not being paid by the hour."
"Actually, you not getting paid at all."
"Don't remind me."
We worked, or rather, he painted and I sat, for the next hour or so, continuing our conversation, until it was time for the gallery to close. Terry Graff came in to watch us finish as did Sophie, his wife.
"So, is it done?" Terry asked.
"Close," Stephen said.
"Hey, let me get up and see the last stroke," I said, "I've waited a long time for this," Stephen hit a high light on my wrist and watch and that was that, "I think that we should all go out for a drink, right now. Can Stephen clean up tomorrow, Terry? This is cause for a celebration."
"Sure, I'll even spring for the drinks."
Final Portrait 26 May 2014
© Virgil Hammock, Sackville NB, Canada, Saturday, November 29, 2014.
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Stephen Paints a Picture: Part Thirty-One
It was, at last, Lord Beaverbrook Day at the Beaverbrook Art Gallery. The gallery annually puts on an open house for the event and regularly draws its largest attendance of the year. Stephen Scott and I were scheduled to finish my portrait during the day. We had planned to work at the gallery from eleven in the morning until two in the afternoon, but we got to the gallery early and decided to work until the gallery closed at five, but, even then, we figured that we might need an extra day to finish.
As Terry Graff, the gallery's director, promised the place was packed. The staff had roped off our work space so that it resembled an accident scene.
"I'm not sure I like this," I told Stephen, "It cuts us off from the public and rather puts us on display like an exhibit."
"Yeah, I agree, but let's leave it be for the moment and see how it works."
By the time we really started working the place was crawling with kids and their parents. The little girls outnumbered the boys by a wide margin, but that seems to be the way it is. The boys were likely out with their dads doing manly stuff leaving the culture to the girls.
Speaking of girls, one who appeared to be seven or eight, and for some reason dressed in a tutu told me, "When I grow up, I want to be an artist," which was a statement that we had heard a few times over the week and almost always from girls. "OK, it seems like a good idea to me. What do you think, mom?" I asked her mother.
"If that's what she wants, it's OK with me."
"Well, keep her interested. We need all the artists we can get."
Stephen May, another Fredericton artist, who had been visiting us several times over the week, showed up once again.
"What do you think about Lucian Freud, Stephen?" he asked.
"I like him a lot. What's not to like. Virgil and I talk about him often. How about you?" Scott replied.
"I like him too. He so painterly. Throws the stuff around really well."
"If I can get my ten cents in," I said, "I think that he was one of the best painters of the last century."
"He doesn't over romanticize his subjects. He can be brutal," Scott said.
"I agree, but despite that, I find him to be a romantic," I replied.
"I think Freud's Romanticism is in his attitude," May said.
"He sure as hell knew how to live his life to the fullest," Scott said.
"God save us from boring artists," I added.
We had quite an audience by that time, all of whom were listening intently to our three way conversation, but I doubt if many of them had any idea who Lucian Freud was. The seriousness of our talk was broken by one little boy in a Boy Scout uniform, looking at one of Stephen's nudes in the exhibition, who announced to his mother in a loud voice, "Look, mom, another naked woman." That statement broke everybody up and brought an end to our talk about Freud. Truth does come out of the mouths of babes.
"What do you say we take these barriers down," I suggested.
"They're in the way. Why not? This way people can get behind me," Stephen aid.
"Good, want to do it, Max?" I said. Max Ackerson, a young art student, who had been helping us over the last few days, had been with us since eleven in the morning. He pulled the ropes aside, sat down again and continued to draw the scene in his sketchbook. He turned out to be a big help with our project.
"You know we should start our art school in Sackville," I suggested to Stephen.
"Yeah, we have talked about that, haven't we?"
"Meredith has got the space. The carriage house on Rectory Lane. It would at least in the summer or when it's warm," I added.
"We could do painting, drawing, history, criticism, the whole nine yards," he said.
"Yes, and the nice thing, it's nearly right across the street from the new fine arts building."
"I really like the idea, Virgil, of a really traditional programme. Something most art schools and departments aren't doing."
"No shit. There's a lot of art students out there that can't draw and fair number who would like to know how to."
"The trick," he said, "is how do we do it? There's startup costs and figuring out what in the hell to charge much less where the students are going to come from."
"We can have a good look at the space this summer. I know that Meredith would be interested."
"How many students do you think the space, and we, could handle?" he asked.
"Somewhere around ten to dozen. Needs to be a pilot project."
"Sounds like a good way to go broke, but still interesting. What do you think Max? Would you go?"
"Maybe," Max replied, "but it wouldn't be like a regular art school."
"Ah, but that's the point," I said, "It could be like how artists learned in the Renaissance and before. Working with an established artist and working from the ground up. Learning by doing. Less bull shit and more work."
"Sounds better and better," Stephen said, "but it would be a lot of work to get it going."
"Granted, but there is a market out there. People want to learn traditional skills. There is a school of figurative art in New York which charges a lot of money and they have all the students they can handle.
"First things first. I still have to finish this painting and then maybe we can save the art world."
"Speaking of first things, I could use a cup of coffee and a couple of cookies, how about you? Let's take a break."
"Good plan."
"I can go into the kitchen and get it," Max said.
"An even better plan," I said.
During the break, I was able to get up and take a look at the painting. "It's going OK, if you ask me," I told Stephen. "Who's asking you?" he replied. Stephen is a hard man to please. He's very critical of his work and I'm always worrying that he is going to wipe out the portrait and start again which would not be good because we were scheduled to finish the project today or tomorrow at the latest. The gallery was really packed by now and there was no shortage of rubberneckers, but that was the whole point of the day and they, and we, were actually having a good time. It was odd as it was rather like the act of painting as a concert and I was looking for applause to break out after a particularly good brush stroke by Stephen. Historically the only precedent that came to mind was Gustave Courbet's The Studio, but then we would have to have a real naked woman standing next to Stephen as he painted at the Beaverbrook which might have raised a problem for family day at the gallery.
Finishing our coffee, I sat down and Stephen resumed painting. We talked about another project that we could do after finishing the portrait that might be easier than starting our own art school.
"I do like the idea of us going to art galleries around the Maritimes and the northeast of the States and looking at pictures together," I said.
"It does have legs," I think he said, "Picking one painting from each collection and talking about it.
"We could video as well and put it on YouTube. It's too bad that we didn't video this project, but it's too late now," I replied.
"Well, let's do it, but I'm not going to finish this picture by five. We're going to have to come back tomorrow."
"Suits me and the gallery will be closed to the public. Should make it easier."
"I feel like lobster and fiddleheads. How about you?" Stephen told me and I couldn't argue.
© Virgil Hammock, Sackville NB, Canada, Tuesday, November 25, 2014.
Stephen Paints a Picture: Part Thirty
Stephen Scott and I went to Fredericton, from his Nashwaak Village home, early Saturday morning to meet two friends, Harold Jarche and Chris Mackay, from Sackville for brunch at Isaac's Way which is just two doors up from the gallery. They were both in on the project from its beginning the year before and they wanted to see the large painting being completed. All last summer the four of us would meet every Wednesday night at my place for wine and cheese and to shoot the breeze about art and technology. Chris and Harold were the techies and Stephen and me provided the art part. Anyway, they became very keen about Stephen's art and we managed to plough our way through a great deal of wine in the process.
After a long brunch and conversation, we all went next door to the Beaverbrook Art Gallery and the exhibition. Chris and Harold had only seen the larger portrait in its very early stages and were impressed with the nearly completed painting.
"It's pretty neat," Harold said, "How long have you been working on it?
"I don't know, thirty, forty hours, maybe more. What would you say, Virgil?"
"About that. I haven't really counted. Should though."
Stephen was transferring his paint from the water bath to his palette. "Hey, that's a new palette. It's square. Why?" I asked.
"It's larger that's all. I haven't a fucking clue about the background colour. What do you think?"
"You're painting, not me. If I were, I'd opt for something dark to contrast with the yellow shirt—dark brown or green.
"Speaking of the yellow shirt. I can't seem to be able to find the right yellow." He looked through the tubes of paint in his paint box. Picking one up, he said, "Think I'll try yellow lake."
Chris and Harold were walking around looking at the rest of the exhibition. They couldn't figure what they liked best. It seemed like toss-up between the swimming pictures of Sophie or the painting of the dogs. "all things being said," I told them, "I like the series better, but Echo and Bailey art pretty cute."
"What do you mean by cute!" Stephen interjected, "I don't paint cute."
"Dog pictures are everybody's favourite. Just watch the people as them come into the gallery. I'll bet three quarters of them gravitate to the dog picture," I answered.
"Perhaps, I should paint you as a dog."
"Might be an improvement. It would certainly be better than painting me nude."
"that's an awful thought."
"Yeah, my body is gone. Can my mind be far behind?"
Just about then Max, the art student we had met yesterday, came in. We had invited him to help us with the project.
"Good to see you Max. Ready to give us a hand?" I said.
"Sure, what can I do?"
"Not much right now. We need your eye more than anything else. What do you think? Have a look," I told him.
"It looks pretty good to me."
"What would you do?" Stephen asked him.
"Here, have a go," Stephen handed him his brush.
This took Max, and I must say, me, by surprise. I wouldn't think that Stephen would ever let anyone touch one of his paintings. Max took the brush and dabbled a couple of strokes on the canvas. Mainly, it turns out, on the background and quickly returned the brush to Stephen.
"I think that was an improvement," Stephen said.
Stephen never ceases to amaze me. He often puts on a grouchy persona, but, in reality, he is a bit of a softy. During our time painting at the Beaverbrook, he was always polite and friendly in answering everyone's questions particularly those from children and students. I, on the other hand, have no problem being constantly grumpy. I put it to lower back pain.
"Max," I offered, "Why don't you go in the staff room and make us all, yourself included, a cup of coffee and I think I left some cookies from yesterday."
While Max was gone, I asked Stephen why he let him work on the painting.
"Look, he isn't going to any harm and the painting still got a long way to go. What's here today might be gone tomorrow and besides, it's good for his ego."
"You got a point, I guess. It's interesting that you keep referring to the drawings, and even the photographs of the drawings, while I'm sitting right in front of you."
"The drawings are a different thing. They are the product of non-thinking. Drawing is almost automatic."
"I would call it creative non-thinking," I replied.
"I guess that's a good way of putting it."
"In order for drawing to be automatic," I said, "You've got to master it and here I mean technique."
"You learn drawing by doing it over and over again until it becomes second nature," he said.
"Learning to draw is sort of like learning to play the piano. Lots of practice makes perfect. Mind you, it still doesn't explain great drawing which comes down to talent," I countered.
"I'm pretty sure that talent is over rated," he said, "I think we should hold this conversation until Max returns."
"Ok, you paint and I'll sit."
Presently Max returned with the coffee and cookies and we took a break. "Max, Stephen and I were just talking about the importance of drawing. What do you think?" I said.
"I guess, it's pretty important. I actually brought my sketchbook. Mind if I draw?"
"Well, you guessed right. If you can't draw, you're not an artist. As far as drawing here; I don't see a problem. Do you, Stephen?"
"Sure, I would be interested in what you come up with, Max."
"How were your drawing courses at the craft school?" I asked.
"They were Ok, but I wish that we had more drawing."
"I think the problem with many contemporary artists is that they can't draw," Stephen said.
"Many of them took drawing courses from professors who couldn't draw. We're three or four decades into teaching drawing poorly," I replied.
"It's likely that they were trying to teach them art with a capital A rather than the craft of drawing," Stephen said.
"Yeah, I've had discussions with a lot of teachers over the years who tell me that they're not interested in teaching technique. They want to teach art."
"I'll bet that most of them had very little technique themselves."
"You're right, that's the ticket."
"Let's get back to work," Stephen said.
Back in place, Stephen had a hard look at me. "Move your head a little bit to the left and look up a tad. That's better."
"For you maybe, but I still have to write my notes."
"You figure it out. I'm sure you can get back into position."
"Look, no notes, no book."
"I should really cost this painting out."
"Do you mean in time or materials?"
"Don't it would be too scary."
"Yeah, the paint alone is costing me a fortune and, as for the time, even at minimum wage it's running into the thousands."
"It's interesting that wealthy people want to nickel and dime you for a portrait. They just don't get it. Look it's going to work out to well over a hundred hours of painting to finish the project. You got three oil sketches, lots of drawings all leading up to this big sucker," I said.
"Stop. You're depressing me."
"Perhaps, we can con some collector into buying the painting for the Beaverbrook."
"Fat chance," he said.
"Just keep focused," I told him, "and we'll be finished before you know."
"Focus is a good point. How do you keep focused throughout your life? Some great artists seem to have figured it out; Picasso, Cézanne and Courbet for example."
"It was French food and wine," I suggested.
"No, I'm serious. It's hard to be true to your own vision throughout your life."
"Look, it's all about liking yourself and your work."
"Are you listening to this, Max?" Stephen asked.
Max who was drawing in his sketchbook, looked up and replied, "Yes, it's interesting."
"Remember, Max you're listening to two old farts complaining," I said.
"Actually, it's more to my point," Stephen said, "follow your dreams, Max, and be true to yourself."
Stephen painted for a couple more hours before Sophie returned to the gallery and told us the gallery was about to close and that we should quit. "Take a few photos before we do," I asked.
Photo by Christopher Mackay
© Virgil Hammock, Sackville, NB Canada, 20 October 2014.
Stephen Paints a Picture: Part Twenty Nine
Stephen Scott and I arrived at the Beaverbrook around noon in time for a BBQ that director Terry Graff was throwing for his staff who were getting ready for Sunday's Lord Beaverbrook Day at the gallery. We had stopped on the way in to pick up some copies of the Saint John Telegraph Journal which placed an interview of Stephen and me by Michael Landry about our exhibition on its front page. "It must have been a slow news day," I told Terry, "but it's good publicity, nonetheless."
"I sure as hell hope that I can finish the painting by Sunday," Stephen said.
"Don't worry, I'm sure that Terry will give us extra time if we need it, right Terry?"
"Sure and the gallery is closed to the public on Monday and you work in private," Terry said.
Stephen, Sophie, his wife, and I ate a couple of hot dogs and a hamburger before going into the gallery to continue the painting. The first thing we had to do was to fix the makeshift table that he was using to support his palette. "It's up to you, man," I told him, "If there is one thing that I'm not, it's handyman. I couldn't drive a nail straight if my life depended on it. That's why I'm a critic, I can only talk or write about things, not actually do anything."
"Yesterday I couldn't touch the head," Stephen said looking at the painting.
"Well, there's always today. Sometimes things look better after a good night's sleep," I countered.
"And sometimes worse."
"Don't beat yourself up. We still have a few days to finish this thing and I, for one, think that it's coming along swimmingly."
"So do I," chimed in Sophie.
"Go ahead and sit down while I adjust the lights," Stephen said.
"I don't think that anybody moved them," I answered. We had put tape on the floor to mark the location of my chair and the lights.
Once he was satisfied with the setup, he started to paint. "I really need to do something with the highlight on left side of your face." He picked up a brush and dabbed it with a little yellow.
"It's pretty much about light and dark, isn't it," I asked.
"Without changes in value paintings become boring pretty quickly," he said.
"You know what I used to do?" I said
"I used a yellow filter to look at painting while I was doing. It changed everything to a mono-chrome and you could see the true values of the colours. It's something the old masters did."
"Yeah, colour differences are one thing, but people fail to see value differences."
"It was certainly something that I had a hard time teaching," I said.
"Colour theory is hardly taught at all these days. It's all about content," Stephen added.
"It all comes back to what you can teach and what you cannot teach," I said, "Technique is teachable, talent is not."
Around this time there were a few people in the gallery including three students from the Fredericton College of Arts and Crafts who were very interested in what we were doing. They had just finished the term and were keen to see Stephen paint.
"Do you like it?" Stephen asked them.
They all said yes and that they wished that they could paint as well as he did.
"It's all about practice and hard work," he told, "nothing comes easy."
"How long have you been painting?" one of them, the woman— the other two were men—asked.
"Thirty-seven years. That's since I graduated art school at Mount Allison."
"That's a long time," she said.
"Do you guys like the Craft College? I used to teach there. This is Virgil," he said, pointing to me, "He taught me. At Mount A."
They looked at me and then back to him. We must have appeared to be very old to them, but they were too polite to say so. They did say that they did like going to the College.
"Why are you going to Arts and Crafts rather than a university programme like Mount Allison or NSCAD?" I asked them.
"I figure that it would be better learning something practical like illustration rather than fine arts. I could get a job," one of the men answered.
"I bet it was your parents that told you that," I said.
"Yes," he replied.
"You should always go with your heart," Stephen chimed in.
"He's right you know," I said, "You've only one life."
"You know jobs are disappearing. Illustration can be done offshore and more of it is being done by computer programmes," Stephen added.
"Look," I continued, "if you're going to be unemployed it is a lot better to be an unemployed artist—a painter or poet—then, if anything else, at least, it's romantic."
I was pretty sure that our hints to students on their futures would not be appreciated by their parents, but the next generation of artists has to come from somewhere. Of course, there are certainly more art schools than needed turning more artists than we need, something both Stephen and I agree on, but there are never enough really good artists and who knows one of these three students might just have the talent to become a great artist.
"I think I might go to art school after college," the other young man said.
"What's your name," I asked.
"Max, Max Ackerson."
"Well, Max what are you doing for the next couple of days? Would you like to help Stephen and me?"
"Just hang around. You can pick up some pointers from Stephen. Isn't that right Stephen?"
"Sure, I can always use some help and a second set of eyes."
"That will be great," he said.
"Well, we're here tomorrow at the same. Around one," I said.
The three students hung around for awhile asking questions of Stephen. They left, I would like to think, happy with their afternoon.
"Stuff like that makes it all worthwhile. It's good to find kids that are interested in art," I said.
"Yeah, but I'm not sure that it's not a good career move on their part."
Actually there were quite a few people in the gallery over the afternoon. It might have had something to do with the Telegraph Journal article or people were at the Beaverbrook because they had nothing better to do. In any case, they were there and asking intelligent questions. They were very keen to watch Stephen paint from life. Most people equate realistic painting, particularly portraits, with skill and their preconceptions were confirmed watching Stephen paint.
"You know," I told Stephen, "people looking at old masters, and high realism, in general, just don't understand that they were painted by mortals, human beings and not by magic. That's why it's good for them to see you at work."
'Yeah, a lot of people seem to think that old masterpieces were done with some secret formula that's been lost to the ages."
"Actually, artists, before the modern age, apprenticed for at least seven years before they got into a guild and they had to present them with a master work as well before they were accepted."
"Hence, the term masterpiece."
"You got it," I said, "most art schools today are all about talk and nothing else. A lot of graduates today couldn't paint their way out of a paper bag."
"Who would want to be in paper bag in the first place?"
"It's not my point. It's just that a lot of contemporary painters haven't any idea what they're doing."
"You're the guy that taught art for thirty-seven years, so it must be your fault."
"Touché, mea culpa."
Sophie, who had been visiting her sister and mother while we worked, returned to the gallery with coffee. "What do you think, Sophie?" I asked, "still look like me?"
"I think so," she said.
"Why don't you take some pictures with my camera?" I said, "We're pretty much done here for the day. It's pushing five."
"No Shit?"
"Time flies when you're having fun," I said.
"Never going to get this done by Sunday."
"Don't sweat it, man. Remember what Terry said; I'm sure he'll give us all the time we need and I'll stay until you finish. Let's get something to eat and drink. After all it's Friday night."
Virgil Hammock, Sackville NB, Canada, Tuesday, September 30, 2014.
Stephen Paints a Picture: Part Twenty Eight
Stephen Scott and I were back and working right on schedule at 1pm at the Beaverbrook Art Gallery. Everything was as we left it the day before. It's rather amazing that we could leave paint, brushes and a painting in progress in a public art gallery and nobody touched a thing even though it was a downstairs gallery with periodic security. It does say something about Canada and Canadians. After we had turned on the lights and I sat down, Stephen decided that he needed a viewer to frame me while he painted. He cut a rectangle the same proportion as the canvas out of a piece of cardboard and held it up to look at me as he painted. This was a device that the old masters used: simple, but effective.
"There," he said, "I can cut out the stuff around you that I don't need."
"You're the very picture of an old fashioned painter—maul stick, long brushes, the lot," I said.
"Yeah, painters figured all this stuff out centuries ago. Not much need for improvement," he replied.
"Except perhaps photography," I said.
"Oh, the old masters had their own devices."
"You mean like a camera obscura?"
"I'm not sure that it was as widespread as David Hockney believes. I think most artists just eyeballed it, like you're doing now."
"I would agree with that, but, in general artists will use whatever it takes to make a good painting."
"You know about that Albrecht Dürer print with the nude on the table with the artist using a framing device?" I asked.
"Sure, it was a frame with a string grid and vertical sight."
"The best sixteenth century technology," I added.
By this time there were two or three people in the gallery watching Stephen paint and listening to our conversation, but they, like most of the people yesterday, were remaining silent. I tried to engage them with the usual, "What do you think?" The usual answer was, "I like it. It looks like you." As far as Stephen and I thought, that answer was just fine. They were watching Stephen develop the painting and seemed to enjoy the process. The vast majority of the people had never seen a professional artist work and that was the idea of what we wanted to do by painting in the gallery—demystify art.
When we were alone again, Stephen said, "This is really a performance piece."
"You're right and it's better than most so-called performance works."
"At least," he said, "it has a product, a finished painting."
"The good thing about most performance pieces is once they are done they vanish without a trace," I said.
"Many live on in documentation," he added.
"And, usually, the documentation is as shitty as the performance," I chipped in.
"Don't get your drawers in a knot. It's not worth it."
"Well, the only thing that makes this performance work is that we're both good looking."
"Surely, you're putting me on," Stephen said.
"Perhaps, but in this performance there is cause and effect. I'm the cause and your painting is the effect and most, if not all, people watching can see that. A lot of performance works leaves a majority of people scratching their heads."
Stephen May about this time showed up again. "Can't you get enough of this floor show," I asked him.
"I'm enjoying myself," he answered, "Stephen, I've got a question. Do you behave differently here in the gallery than you would in your studio?"
"Of course. normally painting is a solitary thing. Painting in public is a very different thing. People don't see your mistakes when you're working in the studio. Normally you just release the finished produce for public view. Then there is the quiet, the silence in the studio. The only dialogue is between you and the picture. Here people are looking over my shoulder and sometimes asking questions."
"I don't know if I'd want to do it," May said, "I like the studio."
"Me too. This is a one-off thing that came by chance more than anything else," Scott replied.
"Ah, chance is the mother of invention," I added.
"I'm not sure about mothers or invention, but I certainly wanted to have a finished painting to go along with the studies and drawings. After all the title of the exhibition is Stephen Paints a Picture and we needed the picture," Scott said.
"Deadlines have their virtues," I said, "They keep your nose to the grindstone."
"In my case it was my jaw and cancer and not my nose that screwed things up," Scott said.
The two Stephens were standing together looking at the painting on the easel, I joined them, "Well, boys what do you think?" I asked.
"Maybe, I should start over," Scott said.
"Are you out of your mind? I think that it's coming along just fine and you've got too much fucking time invested in it," I told him.
"I tend to agree with Virgil. It's looking good, Stephen," May said.
"I don't know about the right side of the face," Scott said, "Perhaps some highlights."
"You can do those without me posing. There is a time when the painting takes over. I'm going to make us some coffee in the staff room. Stephen (May) do you want a cup?"
"No thanks, I'd better get back to my own work. I'll see you guys tomorrow."
Virgil, almost finished
When I returned with the coffee, Stephen was working on the right side of my face, "See," I said, "it looks better already. Take a break, here's your coffee."
"I'm not sure it's better, I may have just fucked it up."
"You're too hard on yourself. Think, I'm the critic, you're the artist. Let me be the judge. That's my job."
"Bullshit, I have to satisfy myself most of all."
"Suit yourself, but I know you and you're never satisfied."
"If I was ever satisfied with a painting, I'd quit and get another job."
"I know that and that's why it's important to part with your work, to sell it. Let it have a life out of your hands."
"Easy for you to say, but people aren't falling all over themselves to buy my pictures."
"Time will correct that, my friend. You're a damn fine artist. The public just hasn't caught up to you yet or perhaps we haven't found the right public."
"Speaking of finding the right public, it's time we got off our asses and did something about The New Guild. Like, it's now or never. There's got to be a better way to get your art out to the world," he said.
"You're right, it's pretty much all talk and not much else on our part."
"I think that the technology is already there, but it's just finding the right way to use it," Stephen added.
"We need a little help from our friends like Harold (Jarche), Chris (MacKay) and Steve (Scott). They've forgotten more of the new technology than we know put together," I said.
"The point is that we have a product, really good art, that people want. We just have to find a way to get it to them. I'm not just talking about my art, but lots of good art that's made right here in the Maritimes," he said.
"The world should be our oyster. The money, and the interest, is just not here. Most people here want to buy stuff for a couple hundred bucks that matches their sofas. The locals with real money buy their art in Toronto or New York. Tom (Forrestall) sells his work to Maritimers in Toronto who then bring it back here," I said.
"True enough, but there's a world beyond Toronto and that's where our market should be."
We took another break and walked around the exhibition. "It looks pretty good, if I say so myself," I told him.
"Yeah, I've never seen my work quite like this. It's good to see a series like the swimming pictures all together."
"I think the show works as group. There is continuity with the work. It's too bad that we weren't able to do a catalogue as I would have liked to have linked the other work with the portrait"
"Well, there are certainly a lot words about the portrait in your blog and we've already got the start of an e-book on the project."
"I've just got to finish the posts and God knows how long that will take."
"First things first, I have to finish the portrait," he said, "I don't know if I'll be able to do so by Sunday."
"Look, we started a day late and I'm sure that Terry (Graff) will let us work until we're finished. I'll ask him."
We went back to work for another hour and a few more spectators dropped by to watch including Stephanie (Weirathmuller) once again who said, like Stephen May, that she was going to come every day until we finished. "I'm beginning to like this," Scott said, "It's fun."
"Well, I think that our fun is about over for the day. It's close to five and I could use a drink and perhaps something to eat. Isn't there a bar nearby where we could do both?" I asked Stephanie.
"I know just the place," she replied.
© Virgil Hammock, Sackville NB, Canada, Sunday, August 17, 2014.
Stephen Paints a Picture: Part Twenty Seven
When I left Stephen Scott's Nashwaak Village home on May 11th to return to Sackville, I intended to return once more to get some additional work done on my portrait before we were scheduled to finish it at the Beaverbrook Art Gallery later in the month. We both felt that we could use the extra time, but that morning, Stephen woke up with his jaw very swollen and in pain. He, Sophie, his wife and I were all very concerned and it was decided that he should go to the ER at the hospital and find out what was going on. It did turn out that he had a bad infection, and not, thank God, a return of the cancer, but it required him to have daily IV treatments and many trips to the hospital over the next two weeks. There were times during that period when we thought that we might not be able to finish the portrait at the gallery as planned. The idea was to work in the gallery from Tuesday May 20th. until Sunday May25th., which was Lord Beaverbrook Day at the gallery, an open house that attracts hundreds of people to the gallery. We thought that it would be a great day to finish the painting.
As it turned out, May 20th. was Stephen's last day of treatment and he was very determined to finish the picture come hell or high water. So, I arrived on the afternoon of the 20th. and we planned to start work the next day, Wednesday the 21st., a day late.
The original idea was to work every day from one to five pm with the exception of Beaverbrook Day, when we would work from eleven until two. We figured that we could work extra hours, if need be, to make up for the day that we missed. The first problem was making sure that we had everything we needed to work in the gallery as it was a fifteen kilometre drive from the gallery to his studio to get anything we forgot. So, around noon we were at the gallery with boxes of supplies, lights, extension cords and anything else we could think of. "At least, I now know what the background will look like," Stephen told me. He had struggled with the background while we were working in his home studio. The next step was to get the lighting in the gallery to match the lighting that we had been using in his studio and to find a chair that would work for me to sit on that was similar to the one at his house. We also placed tape on the floor to mark the location of the chair and lights. It took us a full hour to set everything up, but we were ready to start at the advertised one pm start.
"The gallery lighting is a bit difficult," he said.
"But, at least it's constant," I added, "and won't change throughout the day."
"You know, I haven't got enough white paint," he held up a tube of nearly spent white paint, "Even Winsor & Newton sucks. You can't buy good paint for any price."
"Can you get some white paint down the street at that art supply place?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll get Sophie to go and see what she can dig up, but last time I tried, I was with you, I had a hard time getting lead white. I'll have to settle for whatever they have." He sent her on the mission and added, "See if you can get a couple cups of good coffee."
Stephen had a difficult time getting me in the right pose, but after a considerable time of getting me to move my head this way and that, he started. At first there were only a few people in the gallery watching us work, but after about a half a hour, Adda Mihailescu, the gallery's education officer, showed up with a large group of young children who ranged in age from around five to ten. They were the very audience we were looking for. They asked the questions that older people would like to ask, but are afraid to.
One young boy looked at me and at Stephen and asked him, "Is that your brother?" Another asked him. "Are you a painter?"
"Yes," Stephen replied, and asked the children, "What do you kids like to paint?" Several of girls said ponies and boys liked, of course, super heroes. One of the girls said, "Can you paint butterflies?" It was apparent that they would rather have seen Stephen paint ponies and butterflies than me, but their attention was rapt, nevertheless. One of the older girls, about eight or nine, told us that her favourite class was art and added, "When I grow up, I want to be an artist." They stayed for all of about ten to fifteen minutes, but it was the reaction that we wanted and it made seem like what we were doing in the gallery was the right thing. After they left, Stephen said, "If kids got into art from the start the world would be a better place."
"Yeah, by the time kids get older than this group all their creativity has been crushed out of them. They are convinced that they can't draw. It's a fucking shame," I said.
By this time, Sophie had returned with the paint, the coffee, and couple of candy bars to boot. She managed to find a large tube of titanium white. "This will have to do," Stephen said. We took a break to see how things were going while we drank our coffee. "It's interesting," he said, "we're painting the picture in the space and light where it will be exhibited in." Adda showed up with another chair with arms for me to sit in. Both Stephen and I thought it was a better choice. It was certainly more comfortable and I was going to be sitting in it for a long time.
"What do you feel about working under such a tight deadline," I asked.
"It does put me under a lot of pressure, but it's probably a good thing," he answered.
"You seem to be throwing a lot of paint around today. I would never know that you were sick as dog for the last couple of weeks."
"It does feel good to be painting again."
When we were back at work again, people came in and out of the gallery and watched what we were doing, but most of them remained silent and kept their distance. They were interested, but didn't know quite what to do. They treated it like theatre. We tried our best to engage them in conversation. "So, what do you think?", I asked a young woman who was looking intently at Stephen working on the painting. 'It does look like you," she replied.
"That's more or less the point," Stephen said, "Do you paint?"
"Not really, I had a couple classes in college, but I never followed it up, but I do like art."
"You should really give it a shot again," he told her, "It's never too late."
"Maybe I should, but I don't think I would ever be any good."
"I think that you should follow Stephen's advice," I added.
She left smiling and we felt that we were accomplishing something. "It's good to have you working on this painting with the rest of your work on the walls. It takes some of the mystery out of art. I don't think most people understand that painting, in particular, realistic painting, is done by a human being. Mind you, a talented human being," I told Stephen.
"Yeah, I think that they find it interesting to see me working from life rather than photographs."
"It's great having the drawings and oil sketches here as well. Hopefully people will see the progress from them to the painting and perhaps get some understaning of how you work and think," I said.
"It's about working it up from the sketches. I certainly learned a lot from drawing," he said.
About that time, Stephen May, another Fredericton painter showed up. Both Stephens were students at Mount Allison around the same time and are, at least in my opinion, fine realist artists, but it's hardly an objective opinion as I was the head of the fine arts programme when they were students.
"I've been look forward to this," May told Scott, "I've been to the show a few times, but this is different."
"Don't make me nervous," Scott said.
"I doubt I could do that. I like the show, but I guess I told you that at the opening."
"It's certainly a new thing for me painting in public. It's sort of like being naked in public. No place to hide your mistakes," Scott told him.
"You do use a very limited palette, don't you?" May asked.
"I think that it works better. You can do a lot with little," Scott replied.
They talked for a while as people came and went and listened to their conversation. "You know," I said, "It's getting close to closing time. We'd better get out of the gallery before they throw us out." Sophie had returned and was taking photographs of the process. Just as May departed, yet another Fredericton artist and Mount Allison graduate showed up, Stephanie Weirathmuller, a younger colleague, but also a realist painter who I had invited to dinner with Stephen Scott, Sophie and I.
"Just give me a chance to clean up and we'll be on our way. I could use a drink and something to eat," Scott said.
Stephen Paints a Picture: Part Twenty Six
After we finished breakfast, Stephen Scott and I adjourned to his Nashwaak Village home studio to have a look at his uncompleted portrait of me before he started work on it again. "The skin tones are too yellow, it's the artificial light," he tells me, "You know there's a lot to be said for black and white."
"Doesn't look too bad to me, but I know what you're talking about. More than once when I painted with tungsten artificial light the painting looked different in natural light. As you said, too yellow. It's the colour temperature. I changed to daylight bulbs."
"And then there is yellow shirt," he added.
"Looks jaundiced, does it?"
"Speaking of yellow. I do like that yellow nude painting of Goodridge Roberts." Stephen said.
"It's like all of those German yellow nudes," I replied.
"I wish I could do it," he said.
"It's back to the expressionist discussion of yesterday. I keep telling you're a realist and not an expressionist."
"What's the term we came up?" he asked, " neo-post-romantic?"
"Well, let's see if I can fix the painting, sit down and we'll get started."
I sat and he took his paints out of the water bath where he had left them the day before and began to transfer them to his palette. He turned on the light, I took out my pen and we started. He was trying something with a small brush which is something he doesn't do that often.
"I need a maul stick. I've got one somewhere," he said looking around studio. He did find one, actually two.
"That really makes you look like an artist. I have seen all of those self portraits of 16th and 17th century artists holding their maul sticks and palettes."
"Don't forget the long brushes," he added, "and on the subject of brushes, I don't seem to have the right size."
"You have a ton of brushes, Stephen, but you seem to use medium to large bristle flats most of the time."
"I like flats they're the most flexible."
"I used to like rounds," I said, "flats are a much later invention. All of the Renaissance artists used rounds."
"In the end the public really doesn't give a shit if an artist uses a flat, a round, a bright or filbert, it's the painting that counts," he said.
"And I guess that goes for mediums as well. Do they care about linseed oil, walnut oil or poppy seed oil? I doubt it," I added, "It's all about the product, the painting and not the process, but it is the process that I find interesting."
"That's because you started out as an artist and not as a critic," he said.
"Yeah, but to be a good critic I think you really need to know about how something is made, process as well as history."
We had spent months talking about art history, both current and past, and the process of painting while Stephen painted my portrait and we both came to the conclusion that you could not separate the two. Perhaps the conversation went the way it did because of our shared backgrounds in being trained as artists, but, more likely because we were interested in the mystery of art, in particular painting, and what drew people to art. The whole idea of painting is queer. You have an object hanging on a wall that people look at and, that if the object interests them, they might be emotionally moved. It seems to have worked for a very long time and I doubt that it will cease to work in the future.
Stephen had stopped working with the small brush and reverted to a much larger one. "William Merritt Chase's and John Singer Sargent's approach to art was right. You've got to get right from the start," he said.
"That's an interesting pair. I know Chase really admired Sargent and they both could do kick ass portraits. Frankly, you're the first artist I've known who's ever mentioned Chase. There's lots of really good artists artists who really get lost in art history."
"Speaking on lost. Let me show you something." He stopped painting went upstairs and returned with a small paperback book, "Have a look at this." It was a copy of the 1936 catalogue of the 149th official exhibition of the Société des Artistes Français at Grande Palais des Champs-Elysées that he had picked up in Amsterdam years ago. "See if you can find anybody you know?" he asked.
It was a good question. There were hundreds' if not thousands, of artists listed and illustrated and I, like Stephen, couldn't find a single artist that we recognized. I wish I was exaggerating, but every artist in this very large exhibition seems to have slipped into obscurity and I pride myself on knowing about obscure artists. Supply, it seems, far outstrips demand as far as art goes and that certainly includes 'officially' sanctioned art.
"Scary isn't it?" I said referring to the catalogue, "Hopefully you're dead before you're forgotten. Being dead sort takes ego out of it."
"Better you should take the money and run. It's better than being famous after you're dead," he said.
"The trouble is that most artists aren't famous or rich when they are alive or when they are dead," I cheerfully added.
"It does make one wonder why one does this stuff," he said looking at the brush in his hand.
"Well most good artists, and you're a good artist, can't do anything else. It's more a curse than a blessing. How's the painting coming?"
"OK, I think. Why don't you have a look? I'll make us a coffee. This whole process is odd. I'm not sure about asking professionals about my work, especially while I'm doing it. I remember asking Bruno Bobak to my studio and asking him what he thought. You know what he said? 'Some have it and others don't'. Sort of made me want to stop."
"It's too late for us. We've been at this since last July. Look, you've made something out of nothing although I don't like the idea of calling myself nothing."
We went into the kitchen and made coffee. "Jesus, this a slow process," he said. "Are you talking about the coffee or the painting?" I said.
"Don't be an ass. Just go back and look at the painting and I'll bring you a cup of coffee."
I actually couldn't see a lot of change from where we had left off the day before, but it seemed better. Small changes count for a lot. It was not only what he had added, but what he had taken out. The biggest critic of Stephen's work is Stephen.
"I like it," I told him, as he was coming back into the studio with my coffee, "Where have you been doing most of the work? The head?"
"Yes, but it's still a long way from right. I'm afraid of fucking it up."
"No chance of that. It's going to be pretty painting. I'm going to sit down, drink my coffee and let you continue."
"Berlin must have been a hell of place to work before and after World War I and before the Nazi screwed it up for everyone," he said.
"Yeah, there was a hell of a lot of energy going on. Great goings on. Mind you, Paris was the other side of the coin."
"I would've given anything to be in either place at the time," he said.
"But here we are in New Brunswick," I replied, "definitely not Berlin or Paris."
"I can see that every time I look out the window," he added.
"There is the school of thought that you can make great art wherever you are."
"That might be true, Virg, but there's something to be said for the energy of a place."
"You have point. Both you and Colville have worked in Berlin and loved it. At least that's what both of you have told me."
"I'm not sure why we've never had that energy in Canada much less the maritimes." he asked.
"We've never been through the shit that Europe has been through and in the maritimes we just don't have the population. The kind of people that settled here, like the Loyalist, didn't give two hoots about the arts. In general they were dull people. Hell, in France they were having a revolution every other year form the end of the 18th century and all through the 19th."
"Still, people made art here and continue to do so," he said.
"That's more to do with people than place. People like you make art because you have to and that says a lot about the human condition. I think that art is within us and artists are different because they let it out."
"That's great, but it's a hell of a way to make a living, at least here."
"Do you want to stop? I've got to go back to Sackville tomorrow morning, but I'll try to get up here once more before we start working in the Beaverbrook at the end of the month. What do you say?"
"Sure, let's get Sophie (his wife) and go downtown for dinner."
© Virgil Hammock, Sackville NB, Canada, Sunday, July 13, 2014.
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What is the Bainbridge Business Connection?
Posted on May 6, 2010 by Jason Omens
What is the Bainbridge Business Connection? What exactly is it that the BBC does for its members? What's in it for the community? What are the standards that have been established over the last year?
BBC has evolved from a bunch of local business people getting together to share a waffle and an "iLearning Global" video to a much larger group of Bainbridge Island entrepreneurs. What a year! What an outcome. I think it is time to take a moment to reflect back on who we are and what we are doing now — and maybe a look ahead into the future a little. Sort of a State of the BBC message from your humble talking head (Tim).
My friend, colleague, co-founder of the BBC, and staff writer (Dave Kragen) put it better than I could myself. "We are a community of small (and/or home) business entrepreneurs encouraging one another, person-to-person. We seek to offer: general business tips (via guest speakers/presenters); a place to learn and hone communication skills and market-place experience; a place for honest critique of one another's advertising ideas, company marketing strategies, and general web presence. We are also a place to discuss the general market environment both locally and nationally. We are a community resource for local business just starting out or growing or changing."
What we don't want to do is spread our business cards around, hound each other for sales, and expect referrals from each other while we sit quietly in the corner. We also do not want to be a place of unqualified judgments about one another's products, services, or potential markets. We especially do not want maligning of or negative gossiping about any member's reputation, character, or products/services — for any reason! We are here at the BBC to focus on one another's strengths as colleagues, founders of new opportunities that we can share, consultants for better business practices, and ultimately "growth promoters." We are, after all, each other' most powerful sales force.
At our weekly Friday morning breakfast gatherings, we continue to learn about one another as people struggling with making a living in a complex marketplace. We are all about encouragement. And as we become comfortable and respectful of our member's products/services, we may find ourselves making a referral — but a referral with heart and credibility — because we are learning to know each other better. It is a very powerful marketing strategy.
Again, Dave K: "We at BBC are about HOW to be more successful and credible business people contributing in positive ways to our communities. It's not so much about WHAT we sell or WHAT services we offer, as about HOW we do business with integrity on Bainbridge Island and in Kitsap County. We are just plain business folk getting together to cheer one another on and to be the best business people we can be. But that's what we love about the BBC! A couple hours each week that we can feel really great about!"
Don't miss your morning cup of BBC!
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package com.google.cloud.examples.storage.snippets;

import static java.nio.charset.StandardCharsets.UTF_8;
import static org.junit.Assert.assertArrayEquals;
import static org.junit.Assert.assertEquals;
import static org.junit.Assert.assertFalse;
import static org.junit.Assert.assertNotNull;
import static org.junit.Assert.assertNull;
import static org.junit.Assert.assertTrue;
import static org.junit.Assert.fail;

import com.google.cloud.Page;
import com.google.cloud.storage.Acl;
import com.google.cloud.storage.Blob;
import com.google.cloud.storage.BlobId;
import com.google.cloud.storage.BlobInfo;
import com.google.cloud.storage.Bucket;
import com.google.cloud.storage.Storage;
import com.google.cloud.storage.StorageException;
import com.google.cloud.storage.testing.RemoteStorageHelper;
import com.google.common.collect.Iterators;
import com.google.common.collect.Sets;

import org.junit.AfterClass;
import org.junit.BeforeClass;
import org.junit.Rule;
import org.junit.Test;
import org.junit.rules.ExpectedException;
import org.junit.rules.Timeout;

import java.io.IOException;
import java.io.InputStream;
import java.net.URL;
import java.net.URLConnection;
import java.util.HashSet;
import java.util.Iterator;
import java.util.List;
import java.util.Set;
import java.util.concurrent.ExecutionException;
import java.util.concurrent.TimeUnit;
import java.util.logging.Level;
import java.util.logging.Logger;

public class ITStorageSnippets {

  private static final Logger log = Logger.getLogger(ITStorageSnippets.class.getName());
  private static final String BUCKET = RemoteStorageHelper.generateBucketName();

  private static Storage storage;
  private static StorageSnippets storageSnippets;

  @Rule
  public ExpectedException thrown = ExpectedException.none();

  @Rule
  public Timeout globalTimeout = Timeout.seconds(300);

  @BeforeClass
  public static void beforeClass() {
    RemoteStorageHelper helper = RemoteStorageHelper.create();
    storage = helper.options().service();
    storageSnippets = new StorageSnippets(storage);
    storageSnippets.createBucket(BUCKET);
  }

  @AfterClass
  public static void afterClass() throws ExecutionException, InterruptedException {
    if (storage != null) {
      boolean wasDeleted = RemoteStorageHelper.forceDelete(storage, BUCKET, 5, TimeUnit.SECONDS);
      if (!wasDeleted && log.isLoggable(Level.WARNING)) {
        log.log(Level.WARNING, "Deletion of bucket {0} timed out, bucket is not empty", BUCKET);
      }
    }
  }

  @Test
  public void testBlob() throws InterruptedException {
    String blobName = "directory/test-blob";
    Blob blob = storageSnippets.createBlob(BUCKET, blobName);
    assertNotNull(blob);
    blob = storageSnippets.getBlobFromId(BUCKET, blobName);
    assertNotNull(blob);
    blob = storageSnippets.updateBlob(BUCKET, blobName);
    assertNotNull(blob);
    blob = storageSnippets.updateBlobWithMetageneration(BUCKET, blobName);
    assertNotNull(blob);
    Blob copiedBlob = storageSnippets.copyBlob(BUCKET, blobName, "directory/copy-blob");
    assertNotNull(copiedBlob);
    Page<Blob> blobs = storageSnippets.listBlobsWithDirectoryAndPrefix(BUCKET, "directory/");
    while (Iterators.size(blobs.iterateAll()) < 2) {
      Thread.sleep(500);
      blobs = storageSnippets.listBlobsWithDirectoryAndPrefix(BUCKET, "directory/");
    }
    Set<String> blobNames = new HashSet<>();
    Iterator<Blob> blobIterator = blobs.iterateAll();
    while (blobIterator.hasNext()) {
      blobNames.add(blobIterator.next().name());
    }
    assertTrue(blobNames.contains(blobName));
    assertTrue(blobNames.contains("directory/copy-blob"));
    try {
      storageSnippets.getBlobFromStringsWithMetageneration(BUCKET, blobName, -1);
      fail("Expected StorageException to be thrown");
    } catch (StorageException ex) {
      // expected
    }
    assertTrue(storageSnippets.deleteBlob(BUCKET, blobName));
    copiedBlob.delete();
  }

  @Test
  public void testCreateCopyAndGetBlob() {
    String blobName = "test-create-copy-get-blob";
    Blob blob = storageSnippets.createBlobFromByteArray(BUCKET, blobName);
    assertNotNull(blob);
    Blob copiedBlob = storageSnippets.copyBlobInChunks(BUCKET, blobName, "copy-blob");
    assertNotNull(copiedBlob);
    try {
      storageSnippets.getBlobFromIdWithMetageneration(BUCKET, blobName, -1);
      fail("Expected StorageException to be thrown");
    } catch (StorageException ex) {
      // expected
    }
    assertTrue(storageSnippets.deleteBlobFromIdWithGeneration(BUCKET, blobName, blob.generation()));
    copiedBlob.delete();
  }

  @Test
  public void testCreateBlobFromInputStream() {
    Blob blob =
        storageSnippets.createBlobFromInputStream(BUCKET, "test-create-blob-from-input-stream");
    assertNotNull(blob);
    assertTrue(storageSnippets.deleteBlobFromIdWithGeneration(
        BUCKET, "test-create-blob-from-input-stream", blob.generation()));
  }

  @Test
  public void testGetBucketWithMetageneration() {
    thrown.expect(StorageException.class);
    storageSnippets.getBucketWithMetageneration(BUCKET, -1);
  }

  @Test
  public void testListBucketsWithSizeAndPrefix() throws InterruptedException {
    Page<Bucket> buckets = storageSnippets.listBucketsWithSizeAndPrefix(BUCKET);
    while (Iterators.size(buckets.iterateAll()) < 1) {
      Thread.sleep(500);
      buckets = storageSnippets.listBucketsWithSizeAndPrefix(BUCKET);
    }
    Iterator<Bucket> bucketIterator = buckets.iterateAll();
    while (bucketIterator.hasNext()) {
      assertTrue(bucketIterator.next().name().startsWith(BUCKET));
    }
  }

  @Test
  public void testUpdateBucket() {
    assertNotNull(storageSnippets.updateBucket(BUCKET));
  }

  @Test
  public void testDeleteBucketWithMetageneration() {
    thrown.expect(StorageException.class);
    storageSnippets.deleteBucketWithMetageneration(BUCKET, -1);
  }

  @Test
  public void testComposeBlobs() {
    String blobName = "my_blob_name";
    String sourceBlobName1 = "source_blob_1";
    String sourceBlobName2 = "source_blob_2";
    BlobInfo blobInfo1 = BlobInfo.builder(BUCKET, sourceBlobName1).build();
    BlobInfo blobInfo2 = BlobInfo.builder(BUCKET, sourceBlobName2).build();
    storage.create(blobInfo1);
    storage.create(blobInfo2);
    assertNotNull(storageSnippets.composeBlobs(BUCKET, blobName, sourceBlobName1, sourceBlobName2));
  }

  @Test
  public void testReadWriteAndSignUrl() throws IOException {
    String blobName = "text-read-write-sign-url";
    byte[] content = "Hello, World!".getBytes(UTF_8);
    Blob blob = storage.create(
        BlobInfo.builder(BUCKET, blobName).build(), content);
    assertArrayEquals(content, storageSnippets.readBlobFromId(BUCKET, blobName, blob.generation()));
    assertArrayEquals(content,
        storageSnippets.readBlobFromStringsWithGeneration(BUCKET, blobName, blob.generation()));
    storageSnippets.readerFromId(BUCKET, blobName);
    storageSnippets.readerFromStrings(BUCKET, blobName);
    storageSnippets.writer(BUCKET, blobName);
    URL signedUrl = storageSnippets.signUrl(BUCKET, blobName);
    URLConnection connection = signedUrl.openConnection();
    byte[] readBytes = new byte[content.length];
    try (InputStream responseStream = connection.getInputStream()) {
      assertEquals(content.length, responseStream.read(readBytes));
      assertArrayEquals(content, readBytes);
    }
    signedUrl = storageSnippets.signUrlWithSigner(BUCKET, blobName,
        System.getenv("GOOGLE_APPLICATION_CREDENTIALS"));
    connection = signedUrl.openConnection();
    try (InputStream responseStream = connection.getInputStream()) {
      assertEquals(content.length, responseStream.read(readBytes));
      assertArrayEquals(content, readBytes);
    }
    blob.delete();
  }

  @Test
  public void testBatch() throws IOException {
    String blobName1 = "test-batch1";
    String blobName2 = "test-batch2";
    storage.create(BlobInfo.builder(BUCKET, blobName1).build());
    storage.create(BlobInfo.builder(BUCKET, blobName2).build());
    List<Blob> blobs = storageSnippets.batchGet(BUCKET, blobName1, blobName2);
    assertEquals(blobName1, blobs.get(0).name());
    assertEquals(blobName2, blobs.get(1).name());
    blobs = storageSnippets.batchUpdate(BUCKET, blobName1, blobName2);
    assertEquals(blobName1, blobs.get(0).name());
    assertEquals(blobName2, blobs.get(1).name());
    assertEquals("text/plain", blobs.get(0).contentType());
    assertEquals("text/plain", blobs.get(1).contentType());
    assertNotNull(storageSnippets.batch(BUCKET, blobName1, blobName2));
    List<Boolean> deleted = storageSnippets.batchDelete(BUCKET, blobName1, blobName2);
    assertFalse(deleted.get(0));
    assertTrue(deleted.get(1));
  }

  @Test
  public void testBatchIterable() throws IOException {
    String blobName1 = "test-batch-iterable1";
    String blobName2 = "test-batch-iterable2";
    storage.create(BlobInfo.builder(BUCKET, blobName1).build());
    storage.create(BlobInfo.builder(BUCKET, blobName2).build());
    List<Blob> blobs = storageSnippets.batchGetIterable(BUCKET, blobName1, blobName2);
    assertEquals(blobName1, blobs.get(0).name());
    assertEquals(blobName2, blobs.get(1).name());
    blobs = storageSnippets.batchUpdateIterable(BUCKET, blobName1, blobName2);
    assertEquals(blobName1, blobs.get(0).name());
    assertEquals(blobName2, blobs.get(1).name());
    assertEquals("text/plain", blobs.get(0).contentType());
    assertEquals("text/plain", blobs.get(1).contentType());
    assertNotNull(storageSnippets.batch(BUCKET, blobName1, blobName2));
    List<Boolean> deleted = storageSnippets.batchDeleteIterable(BUCKET, blobName1, blobName2);
    assertFalse(deleted.get(0));
    assertTrue(deleted.get(1));
  }

  @Test
  public void testBucketAcl() {
    assertNull(storageSnippets.getBucketAcl(BUCKET));
    assertFalse(storageSnippets.deleteBucketAcl(BUCKET));
    assertNotNull(storageSnippets.createBucketAcl(BUCKET));
    Acl updatedAcl = storageSnippets.updateBucketAcl(BUCKET);
    assertEquals(Acl.Role.OWNER, updatedAcl.role());
    Set<Acl> acls = Sets.newHashSet(storageSnippets.listBucketAcls(BUCKET));
    assertTrue(acls.contains(updatedAcl));
    assertTrue(storageSnippets.deleteBucketAcl(BUCKET));
    assertNull(storageSnippets.getBucketAcl(BUCKET));
  }

  @Test
  public void testDefaultBucketAcl() {
    assertNull(storageSnippets.getDefaultBucketAcl(BUCKET));
    assertFalse(storageSnippets.deleteDefaultBucketAcl(BUCKET));
    assertNotNull(storageSnippets.createDefaultBucketAcl(BUCKET));
    Acl updatedAcl = storageSnippets.updateDefaultBucketAcl(BUCKET);
    assertEquals(Acl.Role.OWNER, updatedAcl.role());
    Set<Acl> acls = Sets.newHashSet(storageSnippets.listDefaultBucketAcls(BUCKET));
    assertTrue(acls.contains(updatedAcl));
    assertTrue(storageSnippets.deleteDefaultBucketAcl(BUCKET));
    assertNull(storageSnippets.getDefaultBucketAcl(BUCKET));
  }

  @Test
  public void testBlobAcl() {
    String blobName = "test-blob-acl";
    BlobId blobId = BlobId.of(BUCKET, "test-blob-acl");
    BlobInfo blob = BlobInfo.builder(blobId).build();
    Blob createdBlob = storage.create(blob);
    assertNull(storageSnippets.getBlobAcl(BUCKET, blobName, createdBlob.generation()));
    assertNotNull(storageSnippets.createBlobAcl(BUCKET, blobName, createdBlob.generation()));
    Acl updatedAcl = storageSnippets.updateBlobAcl(BUCKET, blobName, createdBlob.generation());
    assertEquals(Acl.Role.OWNER, updatedAcl.role());
    Set<Acl> acls =
        Sets.newHashSet(storageSnippets.listBlobAcls(BUCKET, blobName, createdBlob.generation()));
    assertTrue(acls.contains(updatedAcl));
    assertTrue(storageSnippets.deleteBlobAcl(BUCKET, blobName, createdBlob.generation()));
    assertNull(storageSnippets.getBlobAcl(BUCKET, blobName, createdBlob.generation()));
    // test non-existing blob
    String nonExistingBlob = "test-blob-acl";
    assertNull(storageSnippets.getBlobAcl(BUCKET, nonExistingBlob, -1L));
    assertFalse(storageSnippets.deleteBlobAcl(BUCKET, nonExistingBlob, -1L));
    try {
      storageSnippets.createBlobAcl(BUCKET, nonExistingBlob, -1L);
      fail("Expected StorageException");
    } catch (StorageException ex) {
      // expected
    }
    try {
      storageSnippets.updateBlobAcl(BUCKET, nonExistingBlob, -1L);
      fail("Expected StorageException");
    } catch (StorageException ex) {
      // expected
    }
    try {
      storageSnippets.listBlobAcls(BUCKET, nonExistingBlob, -1L);
      fail("Expected StorageException");
    } catch (StorageException ex) {
      // expected
    }
  }
}

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