My critics

I have a number of critics. My 3 year old daughter is the most positive and enthusiastic, though her experience of art at this point is limited. My 6 year old son is very serious, thoughtful, and frank. My husband (age undisclosed) sways from appreciative to bewildered, depending on how realistic or abstract a piece is respectively. My father is encouraging, and annoyingly tactful at times. It is a failing of mine that I distrust his feedback because I know how much he loves the very fact that I'm creating again, and I know he doesn't want to discourage me in any way. I suppose it will take time for both of us to gain confidence in what I'm doing, to take the rough with the smooth, and I look forward to that.

My husband likes the first hand, my son prefers the second. My daughter squeaked when she saw each of them in turn. Hopefully, my dad, who's Internet access is powered by mice on a treadmill, hasn't seen these yet.

Nude studies

I came across these recently. I drew them in my first year at college, a decade and a half ago. Now I've found them, I'm wondering what to do with them.... lino prints maybe.

Okay, don't sit still then!

I didn't deliberately sketch the kids (see earlier post) BECAUSE they were watching telly, it's just that I COULD sketch the kids because they were watching telly.
Interesting observation though.
I used to sketch my mum when she was asleep on the sofa, and I drew dad whilst he was reading the newspaper & watching the news simultaneously.
I used to draw other kids at my school when they were sat listening to the teacher. But all of this was just because they were sitting still.
Here's a sketch of my daughter. She knew I was drawing her, and she was wriggling, eating her toes, pulling faces at me and laughing. This picture has about 15 minutes worth of memories for me, sitting on the sofa, intently watching her and noting the changes. She was delighted too when she saw the finished drawing.

Time to paint

Yesterday afternoon my hubby kicked me out while he & the kids made their final arrangements for Mothers Day. So I got to spend an hour down on North Dock with my oil pastels and boards. Here's the results:



I'm finding that just having the materials in my hand are making me want to start painting. The oil pastel is so soft, and I can build up four, five, six layers of colour. If it starts moving about on the surface and not really 'taking' I just scratch back the area and work from there. I used a stick to strip back some areas on these and found that the board had stained with the first one or two colours I'd lain down. So if I wanted a highlight, I'd lay down white pastel first, work over the top, then scratch back to reveal unstained board.

Intense colour

This morning I managed to snatch a couple of hours, and decided to get out the oil pastels and acrylic board I set to it, working from the distance to the foreground. When I had filled the canvas I looked again to see what detail needed to be added, and overworked each piece, adding more colour, or scratching away, smudging & blending, and scratching some more.

The first one was Tunstall Hills. I was surprised at the colours I found when I really looked, the hills, the buildings in the middle distance, and even the road. I enjoyed adding in the street lights, and the bollards.




The second view I'm not so happy with, as I don't think it hangs together as a whole picture. I had trouble catching the colours of the roofs. I know they are a terracotta close-up and I struggled seeing their 'true' colour within this view. However, I am happy with the fence and trees, and I love the energy in the sky.




The last piece I did was a view of my front gate. As soon as i picked up the pastels I panicked. So I broke it down, sketched out the composition, and started on the background. I love the way the pavement comes under the gate into the foreground. I did a lot of under colour under the shrub on the left before I overworked the leaves and branches.





I feel so enthused by this work. I want to get out and start tackling stuff. Wow.

Sit Still!!!!

I love TV. It's a great way to get friends & family to sit still when I'm drawing them.

Spot Vincent!

Earlier this year we I got the chance to go to the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. It was oustanding. Unfortunately my hubby & I had the kids with us, who didn't seem too impressed. I wish I'd had more time, but I will return. To keep the kids occupied we played 'Spot Vincent', so hubby ran round with them while I stood and looked and drew.
I picked up some postcards as we left, and was very dissapointed by the quality of the reproductions after seeing the originals. However, back at home I sat down to make a study from a self-portrait. Initially I thought it would be straight forward to do, but in the end I worked on it for over 2 hours, and could easily have spent longer. The guy was obviously mad (well, yeah!) but he knew what he was trying to do. So here's my oil pastel study of Vincent.

Wet, Wet, Wet

Sometimes I get the urge to sketch, and if I'm short of a subject, I'll do an image-search on Google. I love trawling through images until something jumps out at me.
I was looking at 'Beijing rain street' images, and came across a powerful photo of a wet street. It looked like it had been altered, with dense blocks of colour. I was inspired.
So I've done a number of drawings from it, first on tracing paper over a print out, with loose scratches in pen exploring the shapes and shadows. This I overlaid onto a simple colour study, so the tracing paper subdued the colours.




But the lines weren't strong enough for me, so I did another freehand study using a brush with a very long and fine head and some Indian Ink. I was much happier with this one. I think I'll photocopy it a number of times, so I can work colours over it using oil pastels and inks.
I'm also happy with a smaller study I did of some cyclists in the rain.
All the work I've shown so far were done either on A5 or A4. I haven't been brave enough to work bigger yet, but I will. Just give me a little time & stick with me please.

The Bungalow Cafe Wall

I'm much happier with the observations I made in this piece. It's now on the kitchen wall so I can see it every day, as encouragement to carry on with colour.

While I was sat in the dentists waiting room, I wrote out some ideas of where to go with this view. I want to make more studies in different light & weather. Then I want to use a colour wheel to paint the same views using opposite colours from the wheel (blue will change to orange, green will be red, pink will be soft green...) and see how they come out. As I'm sure I'll say in future posts; watch this space

First colour studies

From one of Monet's paintings of Rouen Cathedral I studied the colours he'd used, using watercolour pencils. I quickly found that his palette was quite limited. He did a number of these at different times of day, and the palettes range from purple and greys, gold and reds, to pink and greens. I was working from a reproduction, so can only imagine what the actual pieces are like. One day I'll visit the Musee d'Orsay
and get up close and personal with Monet (well as close as 21st-century security allows).

These studies made me want to look at colour in the things I'm drawing at the moment. So, using oil pastels I painted the wall, sea and sky next to the Bungalow Cafe in Roker. It's a view I've often looked at, had never grabbed me previously because I could see nothing to 'draw'. But, with my new 'colour' eyes plugged in, it came alive. The relationship between the wall, sea and sky are constantly changing. We used to have a dog which we walked religiously twice a day, and I'd pass this section of wall most days, observing the changing seasons, weather, and light.
Like Monet's Rouen Cathedral painting, I intend to use this simple view to observe and record the changing light.