This was going to be a painting but I just couldn't get the angle and proportions right so I did what I should have done at the start and made a drawing.
I'd forgotten how satisfying it is to draw with charcoal on large pieces of paper (A1)... you can get your whole body moving with the mark-making. And of course, you can work out those knotty angles and proportions much more easily. Drawing solves everything. It's my new mantra.
This is a TEDx Talk that SPW gave in 2014 about the nature of portraiture and painting in general. It tails off a bit at the end but he says some really interesting and down-to-earth things about paintings being theatre and merely a 2D object masquerading as a 3D object. He doesn't have any truck with the notion that 'a good portrait should reveal the soul of a sitter', but that at best, a portrait can only reflect the mood or character of the sitter. I'm paraphrasing here as there doesn't seem to be a transcript of the talk. I like his pragmatism as well as his work. Worth 16 minutes of your time.
Goodness me it's been an exhausting few weeks. Heavy work schedule with rigid deadlines and parental ill-health including a hospital stay meant no time, energy or head space for creative things. How many times have I said that over the years? It's getting really boring isn't it. Hence the radio silence.
Anyway, work deadlines met and the Aged P out of hospital and seeming better, so maybe now I can think about artwork.
What's become apparent to me lately is that I've lost all focus as far as my art practice goes. Looking back over what I've been working on over the last few years, I can see a series of ideas started with enthusiasm but abandoned fairly quickly. I'm aware that my domestic situation may be a factor but there must be other factors which I'm not fully clear about just yet. So what do I always do when I get stuck? The only thing that can be done - circle back to basics. Observational painting and drawing for the time being. More head studies on the way.
haven't been to see the RA Summer Exhibition for years but the BBC have
it covered. And this year's curator, Jock McFadyen, is my new hero.
Hilarious. The programme is available for another three weeks or so.
Have a watch.
Jean Boswell Farquharson, Portrait of a Girl, oil on canvas
Southampton City Art Gallery celebrates its 80th birthday this year. The current show includes works displayed in the very first exhibition in 1939. Some lovely paintings, some of which I've never seen before. That's always exciting. I particularly like this one.
I don't know anything about Jean Boswell Farquharson but apparently this painting was displayed in a Southampton Art Society exhibition in 1930. It was purchased from the artist that same year by the art gallery using cash from the Chipperfield Bequest Fund. I feel a little artist research coming on...
Just can't keep away from the Victorian steam-powered industrial heritage at the moment. Twyford Waterworks was open this weekend with the boilers stoked and the pumps pumping. A glorious cacophony of noise and smells. Beautifully wrought machinery and elegant architecture. More steam engines and glad to see a brick from Bursledon Brickworkstoo.
Sumi Perera, Clothes Encounters (detail of one page)
We had a great talk on artists’ books from Katherine Anteney at Cowprint last month. We were given a brief history from the 19th Century to present day which was so interesting and useful. Katherine showed us lots of examples from William Blake and Pierre Bonnard to Ed Ruscha and Dieter Roth to Ben Denver and Sumi Perera - and many others.
Need to investigate these further - so many interesting book artists out there.
Dieter Roth, Daily Mirror book, 1961. Miniature book with cut newspapers, 2.3 x 2 x 1.9cm
Actually did some printmaking at the weekend. Was getting rather despondent and anxious about my lack of progress on the current project as apart from a couple of half-finished pop-ups, I’m getting absolutely nowhere. So I decided I’m going to make a book about the fact that I can’t get going on this project... sort of an artists’ book about not being able to make art. See where that takes me.