Although I intended to paint using the drawings from my workshop with Paul Newland, it occured to me that a monotype might be a better medium than a painting for me to use to evoke a place . I also didn't have a canvas the right size. So this afternoon I found my 8 x 6" zinc plate, looked at Maurice Pendergast monotypes and watercolours as well as some of Whistler's urban landscapes. I also visited Paul Newland's website again (looking for answers) and felt even more of a resonance with his work. You can see it here: http://www.paul-newland.co.uk
I rolled two blues on the plate horizontally and removed ink with my sock, q-tip and the end of the brush. As I worked I realized working 'backwards' with the chaos of the intersecting roads was almost impossible. When Patrick dropped in, I told him I was not having fun. I was more confused than I had been standing on the street corner… Anyone who has stood where I stood would be able to point out the errors in this representation but I'm telling myself that maybe that says something about memory and the way we record things rather than my poor hand eye coordination!
I am hoping to make a second version, using the ghost on the plate, tomorrow.
Sunday, August 20, 2017
Saturday, August 19, 2017
Last Bouquet
Leicester Bouquet |
I intend to start painting tomorrow!
Friday, August 18, 2017
Drawing London with Paul Newland
Just back from a two day workshop with Paul Newland, thanks to the New English Art Club. Paul's course description intrigued me. However, it was with some trepidation that I went to London, the day after getting back from Maine, to draw plein air somewhere near the Mall Galleries.
This is a 2-day workshop about investigation and exploration, it will take place near or within St James's, with the Mall Galleries Learning Centre as a base. The aim is to record your evolving perceptions of place. The space, changing light, architecture, traffic and human activity may all be seen in numerous ways and in the course of these these two days we want you to explore your own vision of these phenomena. This may be done with numerous studies, or with one large work. You may enrol for one day only if you wish. There will be a plenery session at lunchtime and at the end of each working day.
After speaking to Paul, my goal was to make a series of what I will call 'gestures' to establish a sense of place that I will work from to make a small painting back in my studio.
Paul wanted us to consider 'space' first and although he asked us to use line to begin with, I used pastel. Without even deciding to, I edited much of what I saw. The goal was to get many done quickly.
Next I moved onto light and what I noticed was that the sky was the lightest area - a little swathe of blue might appear, but the sky was mainly white with grey punctuation. The cream coloured stone of the buildings and the column appeared darker than I might expect. I limited my palette in both cases as the light seemed to require that. I never felt finished and I have included everything I did over the course of the two days here, even the things that don't work!
All of the drawings are contained in an altered sketchbook I'd prepared the day before: A Silent Traveler in London by Chiang Yee. Most measure 12 x 18 cm - with one taking two pages, so 24 x 18cm.
Paul wanted us to capture elements of human activity and traffic as well as the architecture and folliage that characterised the space. He encouraged us to experiment, to gather a range of drawings. As a countryside dweller and never having drawn plein air in a bustling place, suggesting, let alone pinning down a bus, a car, a person on their way somewhere else was thrilling, exhausting and difficult. I tried tone, I tried line and I tried colour. Much of time I was in full struggle mode trying to juggle all the competing demands. I wished I knew more about perspective and spent lots of time holding my pastels up to check the acute angles of the roads, realising the scale was all wrong or the distance between things didn't make sense.
All the individuals in the group were drawing in different places and Paul had to find them. He found me quite easily, I think, and he and I had a series of short talks about different directions I might explore and he helped me to see where something didn't work.
I have to tell you that to make the sight of me even more comical than simply a scruffy middle aged woman with a trolley and a table easel drawing in a book (with lots of people, traffic and delivery carts going by), I was wearing two sets of glasses, one on top of the other in order to see the scene. I believe this version of me is not an intimidating version, as I had many curious onlookers and quite a few conversations. One young man took a panoramic video of me, my subject and all the chaos. Another handed me his phone and asked me to type my name in it.
The person I spoke with longest was a man named Skye from Bejing. He designs museums and was in the UK for a month. He had been to Glasgow, Edinburgh, and London at least. He showed me some gorgeous photos of museum art, his parents and their acupunture images. We spoke twice, once before he played a game of table tennis with a man who found him on the street and then again after. I nearly missed my train…
Skye noticed that my book had Chinese writing in it, which you can see in the drawing below on the top page. This thrilled him! We'll see what I can make of all of this… I'm not feeling very confident but Paul in standing by to give me input.
I took a slightly later train back. After dinner I noticed the sun setting over the hedge - of course the light faded fast but it felt good to position my easel right outside the front door and to observe my non-urban view,the sun going down behind the hedge for a short time, pastels in hand, no head torch this time.
Saturday, August 12, 2017
A Blaze of Bouquets
Pattern of Three |
My mother is generous with her flowers and gives me free reign to pull out objects to draw. Left alone in the house, I wander around imagining what new arrangements could say. This year the colours in Jan's garden are imprinted on my palette and in the last days of being here I wanted to translate them in some way, distanced from their fiery border. My first bouquets were brought over by my friend and our neighbour, Sam King.
Sam's Flowers |
I must admit to thinking more consciously about compostion, or at least 'naming' the composition more after the NEAC courses I have taken. Yesterday I approached my drawings in a slightly different way. Mostly it was me trying not to take out all my pastels in order to begin, a time saving way to start. When I liked the results the first time, each time I drew (yesterday) I used the approach.
Bob's Complementary Flowers |
Friday, August 11, 2017
Last Pieces of the Landscape of Holiday
Fish Flower Launch |
There are rituals in a place where you've been spending months of the summer for fifty years. There are objects you see that make time tumble back. There are new things that quickly become home.
We sit on the porches at different times of day, watching island life, reading our books, eating our lunch, toasting each other, kibitzing. So when I got to the final pages of Holiday Home, I went to the porch. But my porch was an amalgamation, a summary, a romanticized view. It could never be the way I composed it, and I did compose it so I saw it that way, stacking footstools on stools to raise the horizon to incorporate the sea, hanging rugs on fences, placing flowers high.
Flowers Kantha China |
From Porch to Pier |
Driftwood Garden and Chair |
And as I closed one book I was able to work into another. Yesterday as we walked around the beach the red flag and the rocks made me pause long enough to get something down. Inspired by words on the page, I drew the porch at night and a few days ago on another windy walk, with wind that wanted to lift my chair into the air, the white caps, clouds scuttling by and white rocks beyond Preble stopped me in my tracks.
Low Tide and Red Flag |
Night Paddock |
Wind and Whitecaps |
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Exploring light and colour in the Holiday House
Cocktail Hour |
I learned from an artist friend when I was young and impressionable that looking for inspiration in the everyday was a way of being with the world. The intrigue of shapes and colours side by side would keep my occupied, (confused) and curious enough to last me a lifetime. This project, contained within the space that is familiar, known and drawn often is proving that even when I think I know something or there is nothing left to draw, there is always more. And taking on the night light has enlarged things in a different, enchanting direction. Four pages left…
Artificial Light on Table |
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Flowers After Rain |
Echinacea and Day Lilies |
Lights on with Full Moon |
Reading in barn (Toothache) |
Night light on Barn and Shed |
While Listening to Rachel |
Not Quite Lights Out |
Sunday, August 6, 2017
The limitless possibilities of the Holiday House
After Dinner Bouquets |
With my goal of three pages a day, I am ready to begin p 213 today. I have made 22 drawings so far; that gives you an idea of how many pages I remove and glue together to make my altered sketchbooks.
My daily schedule has been packed so it has been usual to have one or two drawings to make after dinner. As I am in love with night light, this has been a welcome constraint. Katy has leant me her head torch and the quality of light changes with this. I have experimented in low lit places. Light is thrown on objects differently as above (After Dinner Bouquets) and below, (Molly's Birthday Bouquets).
Before Dinner Structures |
Buddha and Birdbath |
Green Garden with Pink |
Light Through Tree 8pm |
Molly's Birthday Bouquets |
Nightlight Over Trees |
Petunias on Porch |
Sunflower and Shade |
Fog and Foam |
The images in Holiday House are 15 x 10.5 cm while Fog and Foam is 15 x 14.5 and sits on a bigger page.
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