Sounds like characters from Middle Earth or something. No, just people wrapped up against the cold.
On their smart phones of course.
Over the term of running this blog the smart phone has gone from a novelty to remark about when seen to something everyone now spends every waking second staring at. Mankind has evolved these past five years, I have seen it happen.
Not brilliant and had several goes at the tail and still not right, but an interesting subject to try.
I like how it's guns are in what look like duck nostrils in the nose.
This one is in the RAF museum in Hendon. Went there for a day of sketching with Mark, an engineer and certified airplane nut who filled the day with facts and histories and stuff I didn't know. and now do.
Have got somewhat inspired by this watercolour I did at life class last week.
Have been exploring working like this some more. Will post as they make sense.
There is something in the overlaying of colour that reminds me of the colour you sort of see when you pause a DVD. Yellows and greens that flicker at the edge of things. When you see the chance electric spectrum that is being used to make the colours. Do you know what I mean ?
After my encounter with personal space Lady I thought I had been there, done that...
But last night, on the train home...
I was quietly sketching some fellow at the other end of the carriage, minding my own business ( to a degree ) Then this guy sits down next to me, sees what I am doing and leans in to watch. Oh yes I thinks.
He then put out his hand and angles my sketch book to give him a better view !
I take this as a sign, and mutter something about the subject having moved and stop sketching and close the book.
And he grabs it from me and sits, leafing thru the pages.
The woman opposite him gives him a dirty look on my behalf. He grumps and asks " May I ? " Seeing as he already has it open in his hands, it seems the advantage is his. I nod yes. He skims thru it, and then announces he has often wondered what ability he would rather have, to be able to sing or to draw. In retrospect I should have said the ability to have decent manners would have been a good start.
He decided he would like the be able to draw and tosses it back to me.
I am assuming he was a bit drunk, but he may just have been a grade A twat.
Was on the train, minding my own, sketching, going into town, when this Woman literally barrelled down in the seat next to me with a lot of grumping and sighing. As if she thought I should move and leave the seat to her. There were plenty of other empty seats and I had a good view of people where I was, and I was there first !!!!
Then she sees I am drawing and starts laughing and leaning in to see. Now I am pinned against the carriage wall and she is leaning against me trying to see over my shoulder ! I have had sex with less body contact that this. I smile, but don't engage. And it's like she thinks I haven't noticed her, and she leans EVEN MORE. Her head is almost in between me and the book ! I can smell her hair and the fact that she smokes. And she looks at me and then the drawing and then me and it's like she is screaming, TAKE NOTICE OF ME. And it is so weird.
So I show her the sketch, and she laughs. but doesn't back away. It's like a child watching me, and all I can do is keep shading and wait for the next stop to get off.
This is the sketch.
It is of a woman in a scarf. Can you sense the weirdness in the shading ?
Want to be more, I think the word is 'painterly', in my work.
Was in the National Portrait Gallery introducing a friend to the delights of John Singer Sargent, and how his work is as much about the paint as the person. And in the BP Portrait competition exhibition there is a piece by Simon Wright I liked which was as much paint as portrait. ( And somehow not as good online as it is in front of you )
Was pleased with this piece from the week before last.
Still way off what I want to be able to do, but in the right direction.
I get too enslaved to wanting to do "a good drawing". I need to loosen up more. not in my paint or my hand, but in my ego.
Was playing around a bit, and did a thick dark wash and then started scrubbing the colour back to lighten the wash in preparation for drawing the model, and the holder area just seemed to magically appear on the paper. So I let it develop more and ended up with a drawing ( painting really ) I am very pleased with.
Scanner has picked up paper shadow, so enlarge it too see it better.
But then spent the rest of the session trying to recreate this and ended up with over worked stuff I do not like.
Is this an example of the 1 % that the rest of the drawings were leading to ?
Drew the same model at two completely unrelated life drawing sessions ! Guess I am reaching the optimum level at which the finite amount of models within the M25 meets the number of hours modelled in a week.
Is there a mathematical equation for that ?
Anyway here she is on the tuesday in Holborn...
And here she is on the friday in Watford*...
I mentioned this coincidence ( is it technically a coincidence ? ) and she laughed and said she was amazed how people got around.
* not that anyone should really admit to being seen in Watford on a friday.
And a great model. His name is Adrian, and he was even on the telly the other night, modelling. I have done several drawings I have been pleased with of him.
He has excellent muscle definition. Not 'ripped' or 'chiseled' (words I only know the meaning of in a purely semantic fashion), just natural. How I would look, if I starved myself to death.... and then got reborn to an entirety different genetic line to my current ( much loved but undeniably stodgy ) East Anglian coagulation of chromosomes.
And, interestingly, this was the first time i had ever really engaged with 'the willy'. You usually fudge around it, or describe it in a quick line, a stroke (ahem) of paint. After all, it is just a part of the whole. we all have one. (yes I know... I'm not that Naive ! But you know what I mean.)
Never posted in May at all - the shame of it. Sorry Blog.
And been visited by Iceland for the first time, which is a surprise as I have several Icelandic friends and would have assumed one of them might have been by by now.
A man got on the train the other day and he was bolted into one of those head / body frames. And all the questions start running round your head. " What happened ?" " Does it hurt ?" " How does it fix to you ?"
He rested himself stiffly back into the seat and closed his eyes for the whole journey.
To block out the discomfort ? Or to avoid our sideways looks and unspoken questions ? Do we never grow out of the playground attitude to the different ?
I think he was immensely brave. If that was me I would guess the instinct would be to stay home. Or at least have a companion to travel with.
A Canadian college ice hockey team swept onto the train, a tackle of padded bags and youth, blocking all the seats around me with sticks and limbs and maple clear accents, going to, or just having just been to, a match in Oxford.
Their talk was all of the Oxford rink, and the Oxford girls, and the smoothness of both it seemed. But I couldn't quite tell whether their tales were recent victories or anticipated conquests.
This guy was fast asleep on the train home last night.
Despite the fact that the guy sitting next to him was mildly inebriated ( in a good way ) and insisted the rest of us all talk to each other, because 'that is how friendly they are up in Scotland'. He said we should all tell each other what we had been up to. I told him about the play I had just been to see. He said he was going to take his flat mate... and then no one said anything more.
Maybe this guy was just feigning sleep to get out of 'sharing'.
The two could actually go side by side as they are my view of the room. But the formatting does't allow me to do that.
Picked out the Delegate's lanyard. In red, obviously.
And the number of people who took notes on i pads amazed me. But I will always prefer a book and pen. Again, obviously.
The image being projected on the wall behind the speaker is of a soldier shouting as one of the options on the Youtube next video grid you get after you have watched a clip. Not someone about to eat his quiff.
I don't remember what the EIS ? in the corner means. Or is it £15 ?