Snappy Dresser

I was asked to do a show with around twenty paintings, so I  trained myself to sit and paint for between four to eight hour chunks at a time. Yikes! Doesn’t sound like much, but I don’t breath when I paint so I done good, and NEVER think about anything other than the painting in hand. Dull boy. With a deadline though, it seems I can do it. But I  appreciated the discipline and loved the results.

So I sketched this as I walked the dear doggies as usual….

OMFG I’m good.

I had a strong image in my head of a child, cold and isolated against a pale blue nursery wall. He was wearing the head of a plush crocodile. The head looks bold and a bit dopy yet wry (how difficult can that be?). We are uncertain as to whether he has put it on himself, or has been made to wear it, but he is sitting stiffly upright with his arms straight down by his sides.

I put together a swift rough Photoshop effort to get an idea of composition.

But didn’t like it – found it too bold and obvious somehow. The space around the figure needed to be more important. It was to tell half of the story. There needed to be a large thinking space over his head. The Light has to come from the left for this one, and that hat had to go straight away. But I am happy with a generally darker and more shadowy feel than I’d originally envisioned.

So I get a board and texture it heavily with sand and gesso and drops of varnish thinking about the composition and get the textured shadows where I want them.

Oh this is great. I seem to start with the background just recently, I think to set the atmosphere. Also, oddly I find it sometimes to be the trickiest part to get right. If I feel moderately happy, I’ll continue, as it always seems to fall into place and work later on. So often I feel I am looking at just a load of paint, but I am very happy to look at the texture and tone of this one already. I am mesmerised by this heavenly pale blue.

I know there’s nothing like blowing your own trumpet and all, but I could look at this all day. I have added some red-blues to make the light in the background sing. Feel like I can’t go wrong now.

Probably should have inserted another stage earlier, but got carried away by the seriously rough texture and juxtaposition of these greens and blues. Whoohoo. I will say however that I lost faith for a moment at the beginning of the head painting. It was looking absolutely rubbish for a bit and I was convinced that I’d just have to give up painting once and for all and take to my bed with a bottle of vintage port, and a warm whippet.

But all is good in the garden. Look at this gorgeous surface. What a joy. What a sexy beast. The story dramatically changed and the star of the crocodile painting has become a man with shirt and braces. I wondered if the requisite neck hair might be an issue, but it has gone on a treat. Start with the very soft white (I am keeping the studio very warm for this one), and as ever, want to leave every thick stroke just as it is.

Enjoying blocking in the folds in the stiff cotton shirt. Any dapper gents out there should do themselves a favour and check out the fantastic http://www.vintageshirtcompany.com. If you can get to the shop in Lewes even better. You will literally walk out in a different era, never to be seen in Topman again.

Pretty much there with the shirt, and cor – I have loved doing that. Well rough. These Sennelier  oil pastels have a positive quality about them which feels like a direct transference of what I am aiming and hoping for, they then add something organic and unexpected of their own, so as in Raku firing it is easy to love ones own painting, as really you are only responsible for a very small part of it.

But I digress. FINISHED. HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY. And though I say it myself – should you buy this painting (and I think you should), the tie alone is worth twice the price, so you’ll be bagging yourself a bargain. So ask yourself this – can you afford not to?

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A Shot in the Dark

Thought I’d include a rarely seen behind the scenes look at the photoshoot behind Blue Rabbit in Shadow (working title).  Rabbit arrived, ‘fashionably’ late – ugh, but was in fairly good spirits, and ready get into the shoot. I showed him the Rembrandt that Stuart at the Rijksmuseum Amsterdam had lent me for a couple of weeks to get aquainted with.

(note to self – pop pic back in post ASAP)

He seemed down with it, but I detected a note of reticence, and realised too late that I had made a grave and embarrassing error. BR has the face of an angel, but a tragically stumpy arm/shrunken shoulder birth defect which had already seen his promising basketball career cut horribly short (no pun intended). He courteously allowed me to back-peddle with good grace, and the long and short of it was, he let us tape his arms down to his sides. The resulting imagery was a little Lynchian, but I have promised him faithfully that no-one will ever see the shots, and really – who’d care?

Believe it or not, the shoot took a whole day, and by a very strange quirk of coincidence, three-quarters of the crew were off with shingles that day, so we had a skeleton crew. I very rarely work without at least 30 men under me, but today we just had to soldier on regardless.

But we got the shot, and the painting was made….

It’s funny, I haven’t heard from him, but I did miss a call from his lawyer a couple of days back. Huh.

Magpie Wrestling

Having a bit of a time with this one. Funny, because the picture itself is going in exactly the direction I had intended for it, but as a painting, it is not working at all. So, the Magpie will remain atop his unfinished branch and the sky has since been scraped away, and because I still like him, he is going on one side to be re-imagined and reworked into a different painting later on.

Art Thief

I stole unashamedly an extraordinary Turner to start this piece off. Good start. How could I go wrong? For God’s sake, look at this painting. Can’t believe I am about to have the audacity, but I have.

redded him up a bit…..

Built up layers of heavy texture then went to town for  Red Crow…

He’s refined and and ominous in his delicious deathly black box frame. I used huge amounts of gigantic red oil pastels for this baby, then melted the surface with sansodor to soften and mysteriolise the very deep crevasses in the painting’s surface. Oh I could do this night and day. Shame that most of the image disapears in a photograph, although this one is a rough shot for now, this will be a bugger to shoot, as the feathers for instance are built up in thick matt black on black. Will need to experiment…..

Mr P in his Fair Isle Pulley

Detail of a larger painting I am working on now – set in Pett in Sussex. When completed, Mr Pig will be proudly wearing the jumper he has knitted.

Finished him, and I am still recovering from a long but enjoyable day of painting Fairisle. It offered a great opportunity for heavy textures and human marks woven into the pattern.

I Love this frame, and I painted Mr P to work with it and have to decide on the colour. I am currently leaning toward red oxide.  Although it looks great in Coca-Cola red and electric blue surprisingly.

Hhhhmmm……

Evil Genius

Here is my Evil Genius painting. Cranked the heating right up for this one to get the heaviest impasto I could achieve. Popped him in the freezer at one point to cool and harden before hitting him again with softened oil pastel.

I was really surprised at my choice of colour for this piece, and really chuffed with the result. It’s not easy to see the rough surface here, but I let the texture of the hot pastels model most of the forms. I am loving the painterliness which comes with working spontaneously and quickly but in long shifts. This makes soft areas like this chap’s left arm in particular which moves me by it’s lack of pissiness (pissinesslessness?). Getting really excited by this flow of characters.