Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

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today would have been Pa's 79th birthday
he slipped into the world on the longest night of the year in 1935
and left it much too soon in 2013.

he left me with the best legacy though
that of always being open to learning
because [as he said] you can't pump water out of a reservoir
unless it has been able to catch enough rain

and having grown up with this philosophy
i've made sure to keep learning throughout my teaching practice
- deliberate learning, that is, in addition to what i learn from
my family, friends, practice and students
bless all y'all

so in 2015 i will have the joy of being a student in Larry Thomas' class at Big Cat Textiles in Newburgh,  Scotland.
Alison and Netti very kindly invited him to teach there at my suggestion as i've been keen to take a class with him for years but somehow the cosmic carpool never lined up

Larry Thomas is in great demand...his drawings are remarkable, his work is represented in collections around the whirled, he teaches at Sitka, the San Francisco Art Institute and Haystack. i had the good fortune to spend a morning with him at his studio in Fort Bragg last year [or was it the year before...losing track of who and where...]

anyhoo you can read more about him here

i'm teaching a two-day class just before he begins at Big Cat, perhaps there may be some amongst you who would like to swing in for both? or of course if you're really keen, join me for 'being (t)here' then take a week to tour Scotland and come back for five days of wonderment and drawing

but i'd get in quick, cos when word gets out, his class will fill quickly.
click here for more detail

in the meantime, have a lovely Christmas or Chanukah or simply a delightful holiday at the time of twinkle lights....and if you're lucky enough to have a good father about, give him a hug.

Sunday, 19 October 2014

the solace of north

i've been wandering
northwards


taking some visitors to country
that is quite unlike the place where they live


it's a long way there


but worth the trek


my role was driver and camp cook
and keeper of the flame
feeding the wood stove in the kitchen 
and the donk that heats the water for the showers
[the visitors very kindly took on the washing up]

but in between i still found time for writing


and for drawing on and with country





on the seventh day
i left the visitors in Port Augusta
to make their way to other things
and went north again
this time a little west
past a lake of crystal salt


for a few days quiet work at the Observatory
where i found
six contributions for the Solace project
already awaiting me
all the way from the UK and the USA
as well as closer to home

Monday, 15 July 2013

homeward bound

wandering the streets of Yerba Buena
gathering this and that
watched by dogs
some that don't care
and some
that seem quite concerned
i visit the subject of one of my tattoos
[and debate whether to leave the property owners
a note : the ivy and fig are gaining on my jasmine!]
the pavements retain archeological evidence
of string long gone
and as ever, + marks the spot
a paint squiggle
is echoed in wire fragments
that become rubbings
with the help of a rather substantial graphite stick
[shown here with my teapot to give a sense of scale]
which i purchased at that fabulous art supply store on Pacifica
along with some nice Fabiano paper [at reduced price]
with which i am making a journal to take to
 all this wandering 
required a rest at my favourite cafe
happily unchanged since 1976
later, on the long walk back to my camp in Japantown
i found some birds
who decided to join me
and
a lost heart
but
it wasn't mine


Monday, 18 February 2013

signs and doings


being away for a week
and just sorting out work emails on the batfone
leads to a big pile that needs excision.
the delete button is useful

especially
when you get things like this
yeah. right.
delete.

and then there was the one from 'Qantas Telephone Sales'
[i don't buy ANYTHING over the phone]
that wanted me to open a .zip file

i must look like a cabbage to some people

so much so that FaceBook
told me i was logged out
wanted me to log in again
and then
wanted to "check my computer for viruses"
er, no, thank you.

rather than take the risk and click the 'confirm' button
i'm outa there.

instead
you'll find me in the workroom
beavering away on muddy waters
 also
designing costumes for Company Miji
writing 
and
doodling

if there is a spare moment

Sunday, 9 December 2012

9

i've always been most fond of the number 9
which is one of the reasons i didn't fly straight home from Arizona

December 9 would have been eaten by the international date line
a shocking waste of a good day

so here i am in San Francisco instead. it's been my favourite city forever
[until New Orleans welcomed me with open arms last month]
now i have two favourite cities
[and a host of favourite wild places]



but i'm straying from the story.

i'm in San Francisco, in the slightly grotty Buena Vista Motor Inn.
the walls and floors vibrate and working girls go up and down the elevator
[and probably on a few other things too]
however
from my position on the sofa in my room
i can just see the red lights on the top of the Golden Gate Bridge

earlier this evening i called past an old friend
a Jasminum polyanthemum that lives near the top of Greenwich Street
whose fragrance both real and remembered has been a delight to me for over thirty years.
my most recent tattoo was [literally] drawn from my memory of this particular plant

some kind person has adorned it with twinkle lights
making the visit especially sweet



Saturday, 21 January 2012

cogitating on the coincidentality of confluence

it was interesting to read Ronnie's thoughts over at 'art & ect' this morning
especially as i'd just participated in a workshop that centered on the premise of drawing from memory
and not just memory but specific memory
of a piece viewed in the collection of the Art Gallery of South Australia
[ie the first instruction being "draw a copy/your memory of a work by another artist"]

it was an intriguing and rigorous physical and intellectual exercise
and as the instructor [Christopher Orchard] very clearly pointed out
none of the pieces drawn by participants were "art"
and in fact, pieces made in workshops [of any kind]
should not be considered as part of a person's oevre
and certainly not exhibited as such
[regrettably something too often seen in the textile world]*

but continuing in the spirit of Ronnie's discussion
i thought it might be interesting to put some of my drawings up here
with a link or two to the original works

the visual information was gathered when i wandered into an exhibition at the AGSA titled "Terrain" and found this object by the late Rosalie Gascoigne, an artist whose work i have long admired [i even flew to Melbourne for a day a couple of years ago just to see a retrospective of her work]

i won't paste her image here [copyright issues] but you can follow the links

so my first image went like this


it then wandered on to







and then sanguine was introduced as a variant
but still using elements of the original image



followed by the instruction to call a figure to mind [again from the collection]
and bring it into the composition


the figure is rather less recognisable than the more graphic work, but was derived from Mortimer Menpes "alone in a shoe shop"  and you can see that by this time [in the afternoon, some three hours after viewing the original painting] my memory of the figure is more than a little hazy [and drawing figures ain't my strength in any case]

one of the points our instructor made along the way is that it would be pretty difficult to draw/paint something free of anything you had previously seen. our imaginations are inevitably influenced by experience and memory [subject food for discussion with a good glass of red]

i had a fabulous few days working at drawing and was quite satisfied with the marks i made. but again i stress they are not art. they are perhaps wobbly stepping stones in a stream on my path to somewhere else. breadcrumbs in the forest.

i told a student in a class a couple of years ago in response to her announcing she wouldn't be stitching together the pieces during class as her intent was to frame all her samples and present them as her upcoming solo show, that no self-respecting artist would exhibit workshop samples unless they wished to lose all credibility. i won't be exhibiting these either or using them as the foundation for deriving "new" work.

but you may well spot some distilled essences of them somewhere in the future...a good friend has already been pointed out to me by that the drawings i made under Orchard's direction in class could be seen as being influenced by the weavings of Sandra Brownlee with whom i spent time in Halifax recently [even though they were drawn from Rosalie Gascoigne] . they might well be. i'd have to be a stone NOT to be influenced at all by her work.

then again
it might also have been influenced by Greg John's sculpture 'Fugue' on the banks of the River Torrens. [i had my lunch on the grass nearby]


where am i going with this? acknowledge your sources, ask people for permission [especially if you want to publish their work] and play nice. it's better karma and makes for a nicer whirled.
and now it's time for a cup of tea.


ps and before you ask, yes, i made that big word up.

* and before someone takes up the issue of exhibitions and textiles and calls my bluff on The Talisman Dress, let me state that exhibitions openly described as being the outcome of a workshop process are an entirely different matter...especially where the stated intent of the class is to collectively exhibit the work

Friday, 20 January 2012

chuckling quietly

it's a funny thing when one of the places i'm least likely to be recognised when attending a class as a student is in the city nearest where i live

and i'm very grateful for this blessing
it means i can be anonymous in a wonderful drawing class
two days of blissful [and rigorous] work with charcoal and paper

the much used drawing board was a delight
before work even began

Thursday, 29 December 2011

on the beach

 
while some people somewheres 
may be making snow angels
 
here in the deep deep south
we're making drawings in the sand

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

babbling in Berlin







Berlin is a place of intensities
some you can't really put a finger on
a city with subterranean sadnesses
but on the surface quite friendly
reminds me of New Orleans in a way
especially since Katrina
complete strangers will invite you to dance
while down in the U-bahn
little ratties play amongst the rail ballast

i carry coins to drop into the cases of musicians playing in the street
in the long passage between lines under Stadmitte
a young woman uses the accoustics of the space
to transform simple improvisations in a minor key
to the music of the angels on her shabby violin

wandering on i stop to let my fingers read the braille of old bullet holes in the stones of battered buildings

in the less salubrious streets a respiratory filter is probably necessary
when walking at night
judging by the tide-mark of graffiti
otherwise you'd be breathing in a lot of of stray spray

above arm-reach the walls are smooth cream, yellow, white,grey
flowers bloom on balconies
and some even sprout trees


under the Alexander platz a young man asks for money
he's thin and unkempt
and surprised when i buy him a cheese and salad roll at the sandwich bar
i consider it an excellent investment and wish him Guten Appetit.