Take paper pastels chalk and pencils favourite fine point brushes jar of water and some watercolour paint.
Perhaps choose music (Maxwell Davies’ ‘Runes’: jagged spiky spacious, mystery and awe) or recording of Orcadian voices (fishermen or poets: rhythms rising falling flowing lilting laughing interwoven soft and story spinning)
Empty mind think only of the place.
Mentally assemble such essentials as stark clarity of edges, flat solidity of bedrock, horizontals and the history of bones, consider stone-told evidence of man’s long ago existence piled and dug and scratched and shadows cast from slabs now stood.
Begin with what already learnt what quality of line how tremulous how strong the shapes what subtlety what strength the colours.
Begin.
Pressure thinness side or point wide sweep or narrow delineation pause tentative too tentative feel add another colour solid shape again transparent over wash highlight with pencil by now not thinking feeling coming automatic instinct taking over fingers dancing lightly applying playing blending risking hesitating scribbling blurring stand back exaggerate a little here and there some whiteness, lightness, tiny brush just dipped and dabbed in shallow water allowed to puddle slightly left to rest.
And look again and think and pause go slowly now some parts seen as too precious to disturb to risk but risk so often makes the difference between what is fine and what makes it more than exactly and surprisingly just right.
Slow again stand back look more wait for a claim for more when all is silent then can call it done.
Done.
‘Essence 1’ (mixed media on paper, 11½ x 8") depicts a sense, a distillation of a particular place, a place of importance to me. Not to tell me what it looks like so much as describe how being there makes me feel. In making this there is the hope that it will speak to others, that they might recognise the essence of their own place of importance. Seamus Heaney explained it better in describing Felim Egan’s work as ‘manifesting the exquisite ache which the physical world induces’
Mostly words, a few prints, a few drawings ... and several unfinished stories
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Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Friendship
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| 'Coast walks' Orkney Gallery, 2006 |
We'd met at art college - both mature students - shared a love of Orkney - she had to be one of the best ever friends to go on holiday with - practical, cheerful and appreciative - and several exhibitions, both locally and in Orkney. Beyond this we had little in common so there was no compulsion to keep meeting.
Nevertheless it was great to catch up, to find we still communicated on an equal level of trust and liking - and we look forward to getting together again in another couple of years or so ...
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Tuesday, 18 May 2010
Life class position
Eduarda was a truly lovely-looking Mexican girl, late twenties, married with a young daughter – what she was doing in Middlesbrough goodness only knows. However we were just glad she was our current life model since not only did she have a good body to draw she had an eagerness and a talent for theatrical poses, frequently bringing in shawls and cushions and other props. She was also totally uninhibited, wandering round to look at everyone’s work without bothering to put on a wrap of any sort.
This being England everyone who came to the evening Life Drawing class always sat in exactly the same place as they’d sat last week, and the week before that, for ever and ever amen. And there being considerably more women than men in the class, the men tended to sit together in one corner.
On the sixth week the men arrived early and deliberately positioned themselves one on each side of the room – north, south east and west – and when we asked why they said they’d noticed that when they sat together the tutor invariably posed Eduarda with her back to them: this way they’d get a turn at drawing her front, sooner or later.
This being England everyone who came to the evening Life Drawing class always sat in exactly the same place as they’d sat last week, and the week before that, for ever and ever amen. And there being considerably more women than men in the class, the men tended to sit together in one corner.
On the sixth week the men arrived early and deliberately positioned themselves one on each side of the room – north, south east and west – and when we asked why they said they’d noticed that when they sat together the tutor invariably posed Eduarda with her back to them: this way they’d get a turn at drawing her front, sooner or later.
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