Having had a cup of tea and biscuit, scratched my bum and generally mooched about for a bit added a few more details.
Bring me to life
Having had a cup of tea and biscuit, scratched my bum and generally mooched about for a bit added a few more details.
Bring me to life
I’ve taken things as far as I can today. Now I need to think about the next step – perhaps the most creative thing you can do is set something aside and think about it – a cup of tea is an essential aid to the creative process (Other beverages are available).
What a wonderful morning this has been – I’ve finally started to use my new easel to make paintings. The painting is far from complete but I just feel pumped with the results I have so far. I suspect there will be many tears in the not too distant future so I will enjoy the moment before hubris sets in.
Sometimes you hear strange snatches of conversations. The happened to me the other day as I wandered around Tate Liverpool. Two women were discussing some art work and then on turned to the other and said “…of course I got a place at the Slade you know.”
Her interlocutor looked at her and then first woman continued ” Of course I didn’t take it because my father wouldn’t allow it.”
“Too young?” Her earnest friend asked.
“Too young yes…my father was right of course…I was far too young for such a thing”
They then continued as if neither had said anything very profound. Both women were probably in their early sixties so this conversation between father and daughter must have taken place in the late 1960s/early 70s – hardly the Victorian period.
Should anyone be unclear as to the significance of this the Slade is one of the most eminent art schools in Britain with a list of alumni with is a who’s who? of British art. Yet this daughter did the dutiful thing. That really is very sad.
Contrary to popular belief photographs always lie – the image above more so than normal. It was captured from a window in Tate Liverpool which overlooks the pool at Liverpool. The image above suggests that this view was taken out of a window that was one clearish pain of glass. Actually this is a composite created from 6 images looking out six individual pains of glass – photoshop has removed the framework and created this. Below demonstrates what the window is actually like.
Does this matter – well not in these circumstances but it is always worth reminding yourself that photographs always lie. In fact all of these photographs are in way or another a lie but I do not care as I am interested in the image more than anything else.
Beyond Liverpool we drove home across the Peak District and stopped off at the second highest pub in England, the Cat and Fiddle. The views were really spectacular as was the nice bit of cake and cup of tea I had – yum yum. It was a much nicer driver home than along the hated M6.
At the time of writing this it is 3 hours before day 118 but I am out at Liverpool tomorrow and I suspect I won’t get a chance to post anything. So I have finished the oil pastel drawing/painting – I’m really not sure as to what to describe this. I really enjoyed this and have learnt a great deal. I think it shows a whole new way for me of making an image and I have to say it has to be down to the fact that I now have a rather nice easel.
Over the past few days the airwaves as well as the ether has been filled with tributes to Robin Williams. I understand the natural outpouring of sympathy and feeling of loss but what I don’t understand is the underlying assumption that he was, in some way or another, known to us. He was not. What we knew was the public face he wished to portray nothing more.
Whilst I was I thinking about this a scene from probably his best movie, Good Will Hunting, came to mind. In it he is explaining to Will that he may have read everything there was to read about the Sistine chapel but he didn’t know what it smelt like. I didn’t know what Robin Williams smelt like nor did most other people. I know what his public image was but what he was really like I haven’t got a clue.
This brings me to any likeness you might want to make without actually meeting the person. How real is it? The reason I bring this up is because this likeness was based on a photograph of Williams not really looking like Robin Williams. I have no idea whether it is a good likeness or not but it is my interpretation of what I saw. It is not a copy and it certainly doesn’t tell you anything new. It is just how I saw the photograph at that time.
I really don’t know what I’m saying other than the world is a little worse without having Robin William’s to brighten it up. I, like virtually everyone else on this planet, haven’t the first idea what he was like I just know it will be a little less full without him around.
Secrets of the Big Sky.