Yesterday I was thinking about stuff, and how it passes though your life. When we were little my Dad always sat in a bent wood arm chair at the table. When he died my brother had the chair. I would recognise it anywhere: the colour, the grain on the seating. When I tried to draw it though I wasn’t sure of its geometry. What was the back like? How many legs? Legs?
Here’s a drawing.
Then I realised that yesterday Dad would have been been 72
Happy Birthday Dad.
On friday we went to Cambridge, to the Fitzwilliam, to see Silent Partners: Artist & Mannequin from Function to Fetish.
I grew up with our own lay figure. He’s always been a rather silent remote figure, about 1/3 life size. A long time ago someone broke Charlie’s Elbow. Ever since he’s cradled it on his lap. He was rescued from a life of target practice.
I did another drawing after this one. A kind of g*d finger Sistine Chapel style, but it didn’t come out as well. I think I straightened it out too much. Or maybe I was getting tired.
This drawing from life is a challenge.
All the best
So a New Year, and New Year Resolutions.
I’ve just one. Leave the house every day. Everything else will grow from these foundations
Don’t worry I haven’t been sitting around moping – you know I have plenty to do all day.
But getting out, getting some exercise, getting a new perspective is what 2015 should be about.
Where to go though when I don’t have an errand to run? Where to go what ever the weather?
By the river – 1/2 a mile of nature and activity, 1 1/2 miles of suburban back streets.
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