I have no idea why I have decided to make some digital sketches but it does seem to be the thing that is taking my fancy at the moment.
I have no idea why I have decided to make some digital sketches but it does seem to be the thing that is taking my fancy at the moment.
Like most people, I suspect, my mind works in very strange ways. This morning I was walking along a local canal towpath when I started to wonder at how spring is very much a product of the weather rather than closeness to the equator. I know this is a very simplistic notion but I did tell you my mind does work in strange ways. Anyway, the reason for this notion is that my friend has been spending a few days in New York which, as I am sure you are all aware, is much further south than up here in the British Isles. Yet, whereas the lakes in Central Park are frozen over, here spring is in full flow. Of course it is still very early and we could have a late winter snap (lets hope not) but it is nonetheless true we have a much more temperate weather here than in the hot and cold that seems to be the norm for much of the States.
Then, as I was coming to prepare things for this blog with this though rattling around in my mind I thought about making a very quick sketch of one of the characters in Frozen. Pick the bones out of that.
Its the way it makes me feel.
So the latest phase of the reburial of Richard 3rd is underway. Yesterday his mortal remains were paraded around west Leicestershire before being brought back to the city that probably represented the Lancasterian enemy more than any other in England, Leicester. What seems to have been missing in all this historic pageantry is that Leicester was the main seat of power of the Duke’s of Lancaster for the best part of 200 years. Many of them were buried in a church which has now been built over and forms part of the De Montfort University. In fact it can be argued that the War’s of the Roses started in the bed chamber at Leicester as the usurpation of a King was established by John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster’s son Henry Bolingbroke. The Tudor line’s slim claim to the throne also come out of this bed chamber due to John of Gaunt’s affair with the nanny. Of course seeing the War’s of the Roses as a geographical battle throughout northern England is nonsense, rather it was a dynastic struggle for power and use of the names of great northern English shires is really missing the point.
So I wish King Richard a long rest in the parish church of St Martin, but seeing as his previous ignominious resting place ended up a manor house and then eventually probably one of the most famous car parks in the world you can’t be certain of this. He is only the second medieval King of England not to be buried in Westminster Abbey (that is if you don’t count all the Norman and Anjou Kings). The site of Edward 2nd’s burial in the abbey church of St Peter’s in Gloucester soon became a pilgrimage site, which in turn generated a huge amount of money for the monks. I am sure that the tourist authority in Leicester hope that Richard does the same.
God rest his soul.
Spring is now in full swing and everything is starting to bloom. I currently smell of baby oil for reasons that have nothing to do with babies – just trying something out and it might actually have some value. There really is something uplifting about the a bright spring afternoon – suddenly the winter seems so far behind and you try and persuade yourself that it has been banished for another year. Then the logical side says that it is still only March and such wishful thinking will only lead you to disappointment. Still can’t blame a boy from wishing – the older I get the less the cold and frost seems atrractive!
So what was all the fuss about? Big deal so it went a bit gloomy for a short while – so what? These are all the things I didn’t think this morning as I witnessed the second partial eclipse of my life. So much attention in the media is all at the sun but the really interesting stuff was going on away from the sun. The light started to get a strange greyness to it. I don’t have the words to adequately describe it as this is the first real time I have examined the effect of an eclipse. Some people have describe the light as the gloom of dusk but that doesn’t even come close to its effect. At dusk the sun is gone and so none of its power can be detected whereas even at the height of the eclipse, where I live it was around 85%, the sun still had the power to shine through.
Today also marked my first serious steps to master oil pastels and I have to say I am quietly satisfied with the result. The image is based on an image I keep coming back to, the digital painting above was made over 2 years ago, and is of the actress Anne Hathaway. For the first time I have taken using oil pastels seriously and lets hope the partnership is fruitful.
This is one of the most seminal images I have ever made. It dates back to July 2003 and is one of the first ever digital images I created. By that virtually everything in the image has been altered in post production. I had just a obtained, I think bundled with the camera, a copy of Photoshop express and was having a field day trying out new techniques that I religiously devoured from the latest copy of Practical Photographer.
The camera was a wonderful 1 mega pixel, yes one, and I thought it was a wonderful machine, even if the battery life was so very shocking. Yet under favourable circumstances the camera still made a reasonable stab at capturing an image. The rest was down to the magic of the digital age and my skill/luck. Funny how things change so quickly.
Every few months or so I get a major crises of confidence and end up reevaluating what I am doing – I am currently going through one of those periods. I believe I have come up with some answers to help me move on, in essence I am going to stop trying to be a jack of all trades and just concentrate a small number of things that I appear to have some real talent. lets see how far this gets me.