The damp and cold winter is just around the corner now – can’t wait for spring to poke it’s head above the ground in the form of daffodils – wishing my life away I think.
The damp and cold winter is just around the corner now – can’t wait for spring to poke it’s head above the ground in the form of daffodils – wishing my life away I think.
Another day, another example of just how weak kneed most politicians are. Having to face up to the fact that their world is coming to an end our great and good appear to have no idea how to deal with things – god help us if they were having to face a real crisis rather than the possibility that their political dreams are falling apart.
We are now suffering from pointless election fever where everyone appears to have caught UKIP. Each day I scan the papers in the vain hope that anyone of note has had the balls to stand up to the nonsense that is UKIP and all I see are frightened men wanting the nasty man, Mr Farage, to go away. It doesn’t really matter whether they are under the blue or red flag they seem to be so scared of UKIP as that they all are trying, in their own way, to out kip the kippers. It will never work.
So what will be the result of all this depressing nonsense? The hungest of hung parliaments when no party will come close to having a majority nor any chance of running a minority government with support from other parties (I really don’t see UKIP holding the balance of power I guess they will be lucky to get 5 MPs given the electoral maths). Which means another election or some form of grand coalition and my favourite at the moment would be a grand coalition of the left rather than some crazed mishmash of real UKIP and hidden UKIP and the rump of the Conservative party cowering in the corner. This would mean that Labour would be the largest party in this unstable government but I doubt that Ed Miliband would make a very convincing candidate for PM – whilst he might try to be I suspect that things would unravel very quickly. One of the reasons for this would be Scotland where I suspect the SNP will make convincing gains in Labour’s Strathclyde heartland. In this landslide there will be one politician who, should he stand, and there are signs coming from Scotland that he just might, would be a first class candidate for Prime Minister – Alex Salmon.
This, of course, is utter nonsense unless you are Alex Salmon who would love to be PM, partially because it is the only way that he can deliver independence to Scotland but mainly it would play to his massive ego. Would he do it? I doubt it and I also doubt that Labour would allow it – a junior member of of the coalition and a sworn enemy providing the leader of the coalition. However, stranger things have happened – especially if his pitch would also include such things as a Welsh parliament and proportional representation for Westminster parliament – thus removing once and for all the chances of another strong right wing Government – plus there are no real leaders available in the Labour party who could deliver.
Is this all fantasy? Yes it probably is but what would a weak and fearful Ed Miliband deliver? Probably no more than a pugnacious Alex Salmon who is working towards a new relationship between the countries that make up the Union. One thing for sure he is unlikely to spend millions of pounds blowing up Toyota pick ups in the Iraqi desert although we will be lumbered with those great white elephants HMS Queen Elizabeth and HMS Prince of Wales.
It is certainly going to be an interesting time over the next 6/9 months – just don’t expect any rational arguments or sensible leadership. Nothing new there then I guess.
Simon Marchini
www.simonmarchini.co.uk
The days are rattling by for my art class. Today we were making ink and pen drawings – I rather enjoyed this and the result of all my labours.
Many years ago I tried to impress a young woman by saying that the skill of a photographer was that he or she should be able to make an interesting photographic image out of any view he or she was presented with. Of course I was neither as fluent nor politically correct in my language when I said this but it came back to me this morning as I was walking away from Leicester Museum and Art Gallery.
The weather was drizzly and everything was damp and mulchy – it is late November after all and on the face of it not that promising when trying to make interesting photographic images yet, within 10 minutes walk from the museum I had made over 80 images. A case of a silk purse out of a sow’s ear? Maybe but I was surprised by the whole episode. It is another great advert for the power of the iPhone as photographic tool. That and the incredible photo apps available now mean that you can come somewhere close to my rather lame line in trying to impress the opposite sex. BTW it didn’t work – of the joys of youth.
Yesterday it was announced that Britain’s favourite music to be cremated to was Monty Python’s Always look on the bright side of life. At least I think it was as I didn’t get further that read the headlines so it may well have been something completely different.
I have decided to try and came both my historical research and art in at once – in truth I never really had any choice – so I am not sure when I’ll get time to paint at the moment but at least I’ll be able to sketch and draw. Initially this morning I thought about a triptych of drawings that I made yesterday and this morning but then I realised that the Michael
Palin ink drawing was too good just to be put in with the other sketches I made. Anyway you decide.
Suddenly I’m running out of time…just when will I get around to paint? Don’t know the answer to that but I’m sure I’ll find some sort of a solution.
I suspect this might seem a lot more dramatic than it actually is, after all it is hardly the continental divide in the USA. However, they both have the same function – one side of the divide the rivers drain into the Pacific whilst the other side the Atlantic, via the Gulf of Mexico. All very wide open country and mountains – unfortunately my watershed was a muddy field between the villages of Fleckney and Kilby in south east Leicestershire. But either side of the hill the streams and rivers drain into different water systems, one draining into the Soar then Trent the other the Welland.
Whilst this might seem slightly dull it does have an effect on the villages on either side of the divide, not only water bills different but also in the summer one village might have a hosepipe band yet the next village won’t, even though they are no more than two miles apart and have the same rainfall.
One final note – the middle image when I was going through the post production process acquired some really awful artefacts – I removed them but then realised that they add something to the image – giving the impression that some mega city is just over the hill in the smog – or is that just me?
After spending sometime think about the issue surrounding the drawings by Egon Schiele I found myself sitting just doodling Disney characters. Interesting.
WARNING: This post contains an image which some people might find offensive…if you are one of those people then please don’t read on….you have been warned.
Yesterday I visited the latest exhibition at the Courtauld Gallery, Egon Schiele: The Radical Nude and I have to admit it was one of the most thought provoking exhibitions I have visited in a while. The question as to what is or is not pornographic is today just as controversial as it was 100 years ago – perhaps even more so now given the infinite pornographic images available to anyone with a smartphone – indeed you could be walking around the Schiele exhibition consuming pornographic imagery at same time as looking at Schiele’s work. (Why you would want to do that is beyond me but it could be done.)
I am not going to enter into this unholy minefield other than to say it is a really thought provoking area and the exhibition is great catalyst for anyone to examine their own views on pornography. However, a curious thing happened to me yesterday whilst I was sitting down trying to make some sketches of Schiele’s work (the reason for the warning above). Anyone who has visited the Courtauld’s temporary exhibition space will know that it consists of two rooms, one larger than the other. In the centre of the second, larger, room is a bench where you can sit down and take in the works or, as in my case, make sketches of what is on display.
I chose the two drawings to sketch not for any artistic reason but rather they were the only two drawings where people didn’t stand too long, so allowing me to see the drawings across the room. As anyone who has tried to make sketches of works of art knows the more you do this the more you start to realise the skills being displayed – thus increasing you knowledge and appreciation of the work. (Or is that just me?)
So I sat there sketching the drawings in gaps between people blocking my view. As I did this I suddenly became aware that I had attracted an audience of young children who must have been no more than 10 years old. As I drew I started to wonder why would you bring such young children into this exhibition? They looked bored rigid apart from watching me sketch. However, there was also the broader question of whether the imagery was suitable for young people to view? Are these drawings Art or Pornography? I guess really that is for you the viewer to decide.
So to the two pastel drawings. These are the latest images I created at my art class and I have to say I am quite pleased with them. What they have they to do with Schiele? Nothing but these are images I produced today.
I mentioned yesterday that I was disappointed with the latest Portrait Photographer exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery. I’m still thinking about this and I will come back to the matter once I have decided exactly what I didn’t like about the works on offer.
So to the Schiele inspired sketches…they are what they are sketches nothing more than that. You might find them offensive not because of their content but rather who they were executed. This is a fair thing to feel but in my defence they are only sketches – nothing more.