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.
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.
Just a quick quote for all you GOT fans who might find this silly little blog. Actually winter was definitely not coming today in London, apart from the winter wonder land at Somerset House. It has been a long day and I’m tired so I will only leave you with this thought. Why are the winning entries to this year’s Portrait Photographer of the Year so mindlessly boring and dull apart from the Lenny Henry portrait ?
More tomorrow after I’ve slept on things.
It comes to us all, those of us who managed to live that long, the realisation that we are only here a very short while and that life is more than just The Bolero.