On Saturday I spent an angst free afternoon fiddling around with bits of paper and clip frames. There were few expectations and varied out comes Read the rest of this entry »
(I don’t know whether grammar is correct there) but you should guess from the title that I was away on a trip last week. I found it bizarre because I didn’t once reach out and catch hold of a steep bit of rock. It was castles, steam trains and art galleries all the way. Read the rest of this entry »
I went to the last weekend of this exhibition at the Whitechapel Gallery – One hundred years of Abstract art kicking off with Malevich’s painting of a black square. it was huge and full of words and things.
The first thing I got from the show is how absolutely the world has changed over the last century. How what is acceptable has been overturned so many times, and the difficultly in imagining how revolutionary abstract art first was. There was lots of articles written about the exhibition, here’s one from the Guardian.
Any way I thought I had written about this exhibition at the RA last summer then I would have to witter on too much about this one, but no. At least not here.
One of the question s from the blog hop was: How does my work differ from others of my genre?
I don’t even know what my genre is so how am I going to answer that.
I’ve been thinking a bit about tribes instead – like the art groupies of E1.
I’m sure I’m a member of lots of tribes, there’s the one I look like on the outside and the ones I’m in, in the inside.
One day I’ll find the rest of my right now, making things and thinking tribe. And that will be good.
meanwhile I’ve got things to do. (maybe next time I’ll be a little more articulate – and have read all those books I brought at the whitechapel shop – or atlas looked at the pictures… )
I’ve long been a fan of painting of the story of St jerome or Hieronymos as he’s called on the continent. I like the out crops and the sheepish lions. He seemed to hand out in the desert before becoming the patron of archivists and translators – as long as no one minds the books getting grubby.
Recently my Climbing club had a day out at Harrision’s Rocks: a short sandstone outcrop near Tunbridge Wells. It’s not my favourite crag as it’s too steep and sandy for my liking, so I dragged a pile of paper and paints down there with my sandwiches – and managed two and a half pencil sketches.
It’s a rather attractive dingily dell. T he climbers keep the rock walls clean. Which looks natural it for the most part, until you examine the bits that arn’t climbed and are covered in moss and ferns and green stuff.
It’s the perfect place for an early Christian Scholar to bimble around in; much less dusty than a renaissance quarry. When you got stuck on translating the Vulgate Bible and can’t keep your mind off Cicero you can always nip up Wailing Wall in your bare feet. Where do you keep your lion though?
There’s lots of light and shade to work with as well as the distracting detail of the rock itself.
But properly prepared papers can do half the work for you.