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A Painter's Work
By Sam Martin
JANUARY 25, 1999:
Fidencio Duran is a regular guy. He lives in a nondescript, one-story house with
Debbie, his wife of four years, and Zack, their impossibly large Doberman pinscher.
The 38-year-old painter is mild-mannered and shy, and unlike one of his artistic
influences, Salvador Dali, he doesn't wear elaborate moustachios or the latest fashion.
Even inside his studio, you won't find the unruly pastiche of used paint tubes and
discarded paraphernalia that other artists of his caliber might absent-mindedly collect.
No, for Fidencio Duran there is only one thing that makes him unusual: his painting.
Plain and simple, it's damn good.
I know this partly because I've seen his murals. The unrivaled artistic merit
that went onto the walls inside Parque Zaragosa Recreation Center alone should be
singled out on the city's tourist map. But I also know it because he is the only
artist in the history of the Dallas Museum of Art to win all three of its artistic
merit awards: the DeGolyer Memorial Award in 1983, the Arch and Anne Giles Kimbrough
Award in 1990, and the Dozier Travel Grant in 1996. According to Ricardo Hernandez,
assistant director at the Texas Commission on the Arts (TCA), Duran has also been
the most sought-after resident artist in the state for the last 11 years.
So it was no surprise when he pulled down the attic stairs in his living room
and led me up to the cramped studio he uses "to do a watercolor or a drawing"
that I discovered frame after frame of stellar works of art marked with Duran's distinctive
elongated figures and Rennaissance-like depth of field. Even then, the works that
really caught my eye were the charcoal studies of "The Visit," the work-in-progress
that will be installed above the main ticket counter at Austin-Bergstrom International
Airport in April and which is also the subject of the current exhibition at Lyons
Matrix Gallery. Needless to say, this work is far from regular.
Duran grew up just east of Lockhart in Maxwell, Texas, a tiny farming town "with
five bars and a wooden coat hanger factory." He is the third youngest in a family
of six boys and two girls, and his parents were tenant farmers, living and working
the land for a share of the profits. His dad moved to Texas from Central Mexico in
the 1930s and relentlessly told his children stories about their Mexican heritage.
Duran points to his family when he talks about the subject matter of his artwork.

Taking Flight by Fidencio Duran
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"My father wanted all of us to know where we came from," Duran explains.
"So he constantly told us stories about his hometown and his family. In fact,
in seventh grade I wrote a paper in a writing competition about my dad's experience
growing up in Mexico and I won first place. That's when the seeds were planted to
make my work more personal to my own experience." Lucky for us he decided to
pursue painting instead of prose.

Detail from the mural at Parque Zaragosa Recreation Center, by Fidencio Duran
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The way Duran explains it to me, painting and art seem to have been what he was going
to do from very early on. He started doodling and drawing when he was about 13, taking
the example of his older brothers who were dabbling in the arts for a little while.
When they stopped, he kept going. During his childhood, his parents didn't think
too much about him scribbling all over everything; he was a good student and never
caused too much trouble. "They neither encouraged nor discouraged me,"
he remembers. Even from the small amount of time I've spent with the artist, I can
picture a quiet kid silently copying down the images in his childhood -- images that
would eventually become the masterpieces of his adult life.
By the time he reached Lockhart High, Duran was enrolling himself in art classes,
and in 1978, during his junior year, he took part in the Arts and Education Program
being offered in his school by the Texas Commission on the Arts. The artist in residence
in Duran's school district that year was a young ceramist named Ricardo Hernandez.
"When I got to Fidencio's school," Hernandez recalls, "one of his
art teachers pulled me aside and told me she had this one student she wanted me to
focus on. She showed me a very typical teenager painting he had done of a guy in
a full lotus position playing a guitar with a Fender amp behind him. She was very
excited about him and thought that, since I was there as a resource, the best thing
that I could possibly do was to focus on this guy. I guess ultimately when we look
back on it, she was quite wise in her assessment."
In the end, Hernandez never actually taught Duran anything as much as he just
gave the 17-year-old the materials he needed and the space in which to work. With
the keys to the studio, Duran kept plugging away at his art by himself, taking occasional
guidance from Hernandez. "He was always there," Hernandez says. "From
a very early age, he developed some really good studio habits, and if you're going
to point to something that ultimately led to his success, it's that. He's now incredibly
prolific."
After graduation, Duran attended the University of Texas at El Paso for two semesters
before transferring to UT-Austin, where he was introduced to the work of Spanish
surrealist painter Salvador Dali. More than any other influence, Dali's is most apparent
in Duran's work. Both artists' paintings feature realistic depictions of the human
figure set in fantastic environments. At the same time, when Duran is asked which
artist inspired him the most, he replies, "All artists who I like inspire me
with their lives."
In 1983, Duran received his Bachelor of Fine Arts and was soon thereafter awarded
the first of the DMA awards granted to promising young artists. During this period,
the artist also landed a show at the Dougherty Arts Center with the Austin Visual
Arts Association's Spring Show. Peter Saul was among the other artists showing in
the exhibition, and Duran garnered some early media attention in the local Third
Coast Magazine. The relationship Duran formed with the AVAA ended up lasting
over the years, leading to last weekend's grand opening of the association's newest
space on Alexander Avenue for which Duran donated four charcoal sketches worth about
$2,500. The sketches were raffled off to some lucky soul with the right five-dollar
ticket.
Seventeen years after his first professional accolades, Duran has managed to work
non-stop as a muralist, a gallery artist, and as a resident artist for TCA's Arts
and Education Program (the only exception was in 1987 and '88 when the economy went
sour, during which time he worked at Chuy's restaurant on Barton Springs to pay the
bills). With TCA murals all over the state in places such as Crystal City, Edinburg,
Levelland, Palacios, and Tyler, Duran is quietly leaving a small but rapidly growing
legacy wherever he goes. "There are probably lots of others who would reject
the notion of a leader," Hernandez says of his longtime friend and student.
"But I tend to be one of those people who believe in the notion of leading by
example. Fidencio is a great example for any artist because he truly has become a
master."
I'm standing in the middle of an industrial warehouse somewhere off Braker Lane
and I-35 that is the artist's main studio. Surrounding me are nine enormous canvas
panels that, when finished, will represent Austin and the surrounding region for
hundreds of thousands of travelers for years to come. The series is appropriately
entitled "The Visit."
"I don't use models," he tells me when I ask him who the figures are
in the paintings. "I get the feeling that the painting then becomes about the
model and that takes away from the whole piece. I want my work to reflect my personal
experience so I paint everything from memory." He says these things with a calm
nonchalance that is neither prideful nor boastful, as though that's the way everyone
paints.

Charcoal sketch from the "New Home" series, by Fidencio Duran
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The nine panels will be installed in groups of three (two square 9'x9' canvases on
either side of a 9'x12' canvas) and will be placed side by side along one huge wall
in the main lobby of the new airport. The setting of the series is a rural cottage
where a family reunion is taking place. Children are playing dominoes and volleyball.
Someone waters the garden. An old man tells stories with a friend who plays the accordion.
The work-in-progress looks very Dali-esque in its unfinished state. Where Duran
has sketched in the slender, elongated figures over the background landscape, some
look as though they are disappearing on the horizon, like distant memories. He tells
me that another friend likes them this way, too. He says they remind him of the way
people and memories fade into and out of life.
But the way Duran paints is the reason for this ephemeral imagery. "I start
with the background and work toward the viewer," he says, gesturing with his
hands as if he's reaching into the painting to pull the finished work toward the
two of us with clenched fists. He tells me that he starts and finishes the same section
in each panel before going on to something else. For example, one day he'll come
in and paint nothing but sky and clouds. The next day, he'll come in and paint the
tiny trees that make up the background. Then the house and the larger trees in front
and last of all the figures.
Like every step that Duran has made along his quiet, steady rise to the top, this
masterpiece is thorough and determined. He has taken his time, paid excruciating
attention to detail, and in the end painted exactly what he wanted to paint. In a
way, this is surely the greatest success any artist can hope to accomplish.
"There were some times I did wonder how I could get my art to a level at
which it could sustain me," Duran says. "But I never thought I wouldn't
be able to survive with my art. There are always different ways to make money in
this business, whether it be workshops or teaching or selling the work. I've found
that as long as you can find it within yourself to produce something that's meaningful
to you, it's more than likely going to be meaningful to someone else." Honest
words and simple hard work: What an unusual man.

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