OOOFFF! It’s Hard

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I’m working from a life drawing that I did quite quickly and I didn’t have time to draw in a hand, so I need to construct one in the mixed-media piece I’m doing. I made a start by doing some technical exercises, working from anatomy books by Burne Hogarth and Sarah Simlett. I find hands very difficult and I don’t want to get the artwork muddy so I want to get the hand right first time. Nothing else for it but a day of practice. Took me hours and I still don’t feel confident enough to get stuck in. I’ll go back to it on Monday and try out a couple more hands. It’s really hard though, it’s much easier to draw from life.

I visited the El Prado art gallery in Madrid a couple of years ago and had a good look at their collection of paintings by Velazquez. I was well pleased that when I saw them close-up, there were all sorts of mistakes that he’d scrubbed out, but you could still see them, especially with horses hoofs. It makes me feel a bit better about all the mistakes I was making today 🙂

Sparta Says……

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I thought I’d put the psychokitty on a greetings card. So all the very best for the holiday season. 🙂

ps the drawing is by husb, using a digital programme on his laptop, don’t know which – probably Adobe Photoshop. And I photoshopped in the background, snowflakes and text. Inspired by the mad-as-a-box-of-frogs Sparta.

Poor And Skinny

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I was tidying up the other day and found an old life drawing that I’d forgotten about. I like it very much so I’ve started working it up into a mixed media drawing. People often tell me that my nudes remind them of Egon Schiele’s work. I’m very flattered by this because he’s one of my favourite artists. I often wonder if I’m too influenced by him, but to be honest, I’d developed my style of drawing many years before I discovered Schiele’s work. When I first saw his nudes, I’d found a kindred spirit.

The nudes that look most like his work are based on thin models. It’s easy to forget that a century ago, poverty was widespread and most of Schiele’s models were not fashionably skinny, they were poor and malnourished. My model here is small and she’s been a dancer all her life, which is why she’s thin. It’s easy to accentuate her angles and that lends a Schiele quality to the drawing.

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Here’s the mixed media work in progress. I’ve spent about 4 hours on it so far. I coated some Fabriano Accademica in rabbit skin glue then applied acrylic colour washes in yellow, red and blue. Then I worked on it randomly with compressed charcoal and fixed it. Now I’m working up the nude image in oilbars. Still a few hours ago.

Mayhem In Waiting…

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After the excitement of blogging about Iceland and wrestling my computer back from Sparta the psychokitteh, I’ve settled down into some domestic normality. Husb and our little great-niece put the Xmas tree up this evening and I sat and scribbled  – and issued directions. I sketched some of the tree and baubles and noticed someone lurking under the branches, plotting mayhem! If this year is anything like last, those baubles will be all over the house by the morning 😡

 

Felix Envy

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Hello fur-less monkeys. Sparta Puss here. I’ve got my paws on the pooter box again. The feeble-minded apes that I choose to live with went away to an icy land last week – in the middle of winter! I mean, honestly!  They paid to be cold when they could have stayed home with us and the central heating for free. Idiots. The she-monkey took her scribbly stuff away but didn’t draw any cats. She says she didn’t see any cats. No surprises there, Sherlock. No self-respecting kitteh would bother to live in an icy land.

So today the hairless primates went out into the cold to visit friends and the she-monkey drew their cat. He’s a fine figure of a Tabby called Felix. He lives in the countryside in a detached house with 3 acres of hunting grounds and his own personal wood-burning stove. Ming the Merciless and I are envious, our monkeys are obviously not working hard enough!

ps I just brought in a mouse! Hear the monkeys shriek! See them run around, flapping their monkey arms.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHH!!!!!

The Hidden People

This is definitely my last blog about my recent trip to Iceland, probably. Our most excellent guide, Olafur, told us about the hidden people, the Huldufólk,   supernatural beings who live in rock formations and only rarely show themselves to humans. Many Icelanders believe in their existence.

One day, we went off road in giant jeeps to the Gigjokull glacier. As we drew near the ‘tongue’ of the glacier I noticed a vast snow-covered fissure in the icy cliff which clearly had faces staring at our vehicles across the landscape. I kept pointing them out to Husb, but he couldn’t see what I was talking about. I snapped some photos through the bus window and when I got home and put them onto the computer, I could clearly see the faces, still staring out at me. Here they are below; the scale is enormous, people are like tiny ants at the bottom of the cliff.

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I rarely work from photos but this one really inspired me, and spooked me out a bit as well, if I’m honest. I’ve spent the past week working on the piece below. It’s size A2 on paper primed with rabbit-skin glue and coloured randomly with thin washes of yellow, red and blue acrylic paint. I’ve worked up the image in black and white oil bars.

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The faces are so obvious to me, I can see four, dominated by a rather imperious woman. There are many legends about their origin. The one that interests me most is that they’re descended from Lilith, the first wife of the biblical Adam, who ran off with the fallen angel, Samael, because Adam was a bit rubbish. In the Jewish tradition she had many children by Samael, including the Lilin, her daughters reputed to steal newborn babies, but I hadn’t come across this Icelandic version before. This was very hard to draw, it took ages to make the faces appear, almost as if they wanted to remain hidden. Spooky.

That’s the last about Iceland, unless I can ever save up enough to go back. Many thanks to Discover The World for putting together such a fantastic adventure.

Step Nine: Holy Proofs Batman

Here’s a marvellous glimpse of the new lino prints made by Swansea Print Workshop’s artist-in-residence, Fiona Kelly.

 

Step Nine: Holy Proofs Batman.

Hot And Steamy

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Another dawn on the road, another glimpse of the morning star. On our last day we went to the Blue Lagoon, a mineral-rich outdoor pool filled with hot volcanic waters. We had to run from the nice warm building out into the freezing cold and then plunge into the lagoon. Lovely.

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The skies were spectacular and the lagoon has beautiful walkways.

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We arrived early enough to watch the sun rise through the hot steam.

Blue Melvyn

Husb hot and steamy 😀

Blue window

The view through a window……..

Blue roof

….and another window.

 

 

The (Late) Morning Star

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It was a bit weird getting used to the very short days up near the Arctic Circle and waking up, breakfasted and out into our tour bus for a comfortable 9am start meant that we were stumbling around in pitch darkness. But it gave us a chance to see the sunrise every morning over the extraordinary volcanic Icelandic landscape. Although the nights were too cloudy with snow for us to see the Aurora Borealis, we seemed to have some fairly clear dawns and were lucky to see the moon (almost full) with Jupiter earlier in the morning and then a bit later, Venus and Saturn shining brightly over the mountain tops. Here’s the Morning Star above the heavy mountains with the slightest streak of an orangey dawn just starting to peep over the horizon. I prepared a Khadi sketchbook with a grey ink wash, applied randomly with a sponge and drew over this with compressed charcoal, chalky oil pastel and white conte crayon.

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We saw a lot of power stations, hydro-electric and geothermal, making good use of natural resources. They were generally quite pretty, lit up with coloured lights, contrasting with the black, barren landscape. The geothermal ones were on the volcanic bits of the island, which smelled faintly sulphurous.

Hot And Cold In Iceland

 

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Iceland is full of geological wonders. In the freezing weather of late November, we welcomed a stop to explore geysirs and hot springs. The original Geysir, the origin of the name for all similar phenomenon, no longer blows, but a few yards away Strokkur blasts away every few minutes. The landscape is ethereally misty and lovely and warm. Earlier in the day we visited the massive waterfull, Gullfoss in appalling, freezing conditions. I tried to draw, but it was snowing heavily and I only managed about 30 seconds.

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I scribbled a very brief impression, but the weather was too brutal to carry on. Here are some of Husb’s photos of the waterfall. It’s massive.

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