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Pillar

16/1/2019

 
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Brazil

16/1/2019

 
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Five Deliuses

15/11/2018

 
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I listened to an hour or three of Frederick Delius and drew some Deliuses.

Its the sound of an approaching era. I like his music very much its so expressive and thoughtful and emotional yet restrained, in short its very modern! Delius was born 1862 and died 1934.

I only just read the first chapter of wikipedia which reads as follows:

..was an English composer. Born in the north of England to a prosperous mercantile family, he resisted attempts to recruit him to commerce. He was sent to Florida in the United States in 1884, to manage an orange plantation; there he soon neglected his managerial duties, and in 1886 returned to Europe. Having been influenced by African-American music during his short stay in Florida, he began composing. After a brief period of formal musical study in Germany beginning in 1886, he embarked on a full-time career as a composer in Paris and then in nearby Grez-sur-Loing, where he and his wife Jelka lived for the rest of their lives, except during the First World War.
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Delius one is my favourite Delius. He came out upsidedown with pleasure in the first hour and I was surprised and amused at him when I looked at him for the first time the right way up. He doesn't look very much like the Delius who composed the music though he was an observational drawing of him just upside down. Hes sort of chunkier. more Depardieu who I also love. I say Love. Well now I love Delius' music. I knew I liked him but I just studied his kind eyes and his expressive nose and lips and his embarrassed hair. I have embarrassed hair too. But he's really trying to communicate with his eyes and I like him very much. But his music. Wow. You should just listen to a few of his pieces. When I then read that he'd been born Fritz (Dutch ancestry) and born Brtish grew up then went to Florida, to run a family plantation but didn't like it (it must have been an interesting time only 20 years after the abolotion of slavery I imagine it was distressing and exciting time to be a manager on a plantation: he did however very much like the African American music! Then he lived in France with his wife. Maybe that's why his music is so modern, an early advocate of cultural exchange! A sensitive face and sensitive music. I didn't quite catch it but I enjoyed trying.
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Delius Five was where I stopped. I thought he was sufficient. I was getting from A to B and Delius Five is B. He's the most socially acceptable Delius. He's Delius after he's had a bath and a shave and some freshly laundered clothes and a comb through his hair and a few practice smiles held for some time. But being a concentrated fellow I can assume because composition takes a sort of concentrated serentity he probably didn't find it too hard to stare at the camera with emotion and sincerity for a good three minutes and so the photograph of the real Delius that my Deliuses One through Five are inspired by has captured his unusually sensitive and concentrated yet serence countennance. Anyway despite being my most acceptable Delius two hours of contemplating my life while drawing a postcard later, he's still pretty weird if you look closely. But that is just between Delius Five and me.

Post script

I just read he liked Niesche and was a pupil of Wagner... that 's what it is. Strange though that he was sensitive to and receptive to Africa American music very early, he also took and digested the work and ideas of creatives that have since been appropriated by the opposite end of the political spectrum. He died in 1934 before the outbreak of WW2 but he will have seen the rise of fascism following the horror of WW1.

I listened to the play list linked above but the first one I didn't like was Romeo and Juliet c1910, it reminded me of the Fall of Paradise it is dark and foreboding - so perhaps he could see what lay ahead or perhaps it was just a reflection of the climate at the time.

Anyway: postcards.
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Compass

2/11/2018

 
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Plains

2/11/2018

 
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Marta Viera Da Silva

2/11/2018

 
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Blue and Dark Blue

2/11/2018

 
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AlltheQuentins

2/11/2018

 
I love the art of Quentin Blake, always did always will. Did you know he paints as well?
I did this after supper one night. I have been not drawing enough, walking through artless deserts of tension and dismay and am slowly climbing that hill again. Its such a hungry place that it feels like I will eat anything and try not to worry what it tastes like so I hope you won't either. Whoever you are.
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The independent Mind

21/10/2018

 
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Theres a time and a place for everything and everyone.

I was wondering if Quentin Tarantino listens to the music he's going to use as he's filming or if the music adds depth to his vision once he has collected all the parts.. I expect its a bit of both.

Its like the violence in his films, seems to me that it is not about endorsing violence it is about absolutism, taking back or stealing depending on the context. The good or ill of it resting in the meaning of the action in that moment (much like all our actions). He speaks to me of a distain for tepidity. His characters do not have time for the half assed or the luke warm. He doesn't promote drug taking or violence or glamour but he uses it and uses it as part of the picture, but he gives equal weight to the dorky, the kitsch, the fugly, the awkward and the sweet. He lets his charaters have dignity in spite of their circumstances, not due to them.

And smoking a pipe... is all about what you put in it (the meaning). Not the  habit or the lifestyle or the rejection or acceptance of a law or a culture or ones self: its a way of transcending or refilling, a window. I know from experiemce. But right now I'm on another planet. I could go back there and I'd like to, but right now I can't.

Danni

21/10/2018

 
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Here's hoping she gets As in her Physics and Further Maths A levels now she's not smoking (or at least not haunting the smoking spot daily I found her and her friends in). This was her face as I told her about a girl I once knew.

personal space

21/10/2018

 

Documental Collage

21/10/2018

 
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Meanwhile

20/10/2018

 

Documental - forest

19/10/2018

 
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lets just cut to the point

19/10/2018

 
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Documental - squeeze

9/8/2018

 
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Dont overload the system.




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Documental - what counts?

9/8/2018

 
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Monfils

9/8/2018

 
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Wimbledon was really intense for me this year, I mean I really watched it, more so than in other years. I sort of took time away from the house (that's swallowed me), and just watched and listened.. I haven't drawn for ages, but managed to sketch Gael Monfils during his last match but I have been a particularly harsh self judge lately and its been stopping me drawing. So I've knocked that particular unhelpful mode on the head and seem to be back on the horse, the drawing horse (long may it last).

I didn't like this sketch until now, and didn't post it, I was disappointed in it, but somehow I like it now. Its colourful and fuzzy, like my brain. I think one of these years he's going to get that trophy. I remember a few years back they said he was on the circuit living in a caravan! Man. And wow we have no idea how hard these people work and how much they sacrifice for their passion.
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I have a lot of respect for tennis players amongst other professions. Most things worth doing take a lot of determination, perseverance and passion. We usually only ever see the results of excellence not the work that went in to achieving it. So here's to the 10,000 hours. Don't give up he says, keep going.

Documental: toholdon and forebear

22/6/2018

 
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Documental: 2more and inter2

22/6/2018

 
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Documental sketches

22/6/2018

 
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Tarleton Helmet

28/5/2018

 
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I have found a little museum in Warwick where they have collected over 500 artefacts dating back to the 1700s when the farmers of Warwickshire volunteered upon request to form the Warwickshire Yeomanry Regiment a national defence unit made up of yeomen from each country prepared to act in case of invasion from the French. They would have been experienced horsemen and fit from working the land; and after many tours over the centuries the regiment is still in existence today. Anyway, I did a few sketches there recently and they want to use them for postcards which is nice. The sketch above is the first one. Below is a painting I found (no attribution sorry) which gives an idea of how it would have looked on. Very nice!
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Fujeira

26/5/2018

 
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24/4/2018

 

Oh my blog

24/4/2018

 
How I have missed you. So much has happened. I should never have stopped writing. It really is much less fun without sharing my pictures and thoughts with the beautiful wide world webs.

So first off. I am moving house in 10 days and that is suitably stressful and exciting in equal parts. I moved into this basement where I've been for about 2 years now almost without a choice but it was a good move, better than the garage conversion I was in before, I didn't mind the garage it was that I was at the bottom of the garden of some people I knew one of whom I grew to call Princess Guava for reasons I won't go into. 

It was a squat when I moved in, the boiler was broken the flat smelt of mould the kitchen was dark and the fridge smaller than a mini-bar but I wrestled it into submission until I actually grew to like it, love it even. But the sound of my neighbours cracking open a can of pepsi or turning the leaves of their magazines can get quite wearing, let alone when they actually talk or go to the toilet. Such is life. There were the late night revellers throwing their pants into my garden or leaving their cans of beer. That was nice too. But I genuinely love(d) the pigeon who visited me long after he escaped from my rescuing him with a damaged wing and the little garden which my plants managed to survive despite being underground. Mostly it was the occasional gauntlet set by the owner that I liked the very least. She liked to call me waif or monk or just uh, but I shall be waiving her goodbye and leaving her with a much more valuable property than when I moved in. A fair exchange for the free month's rent they gave me before they actually owned the property. And the reduced rent they gave me when they still didn't own the property because the owner was so desperate for them to buy it as it was unsellable that he let them charge me rent even though it wasn't theirs. Once they owned it they charged me more of course but before I move out she came round to remind me who has a baby and a house and a flat to rent and a husband and to remark especially on how tortoises are incontinent and that her mother has one. That was nice.

ANYWAY.

I am just pleased to be here again, to post probably my last drawing of the basement at the crossroads opposite the fire station. Always here.

In sadder news my four baby sticks who were third generation from the abandoned sticks from my brother's kids, actually disappeared. Well three drowned and the last one vanished. They were all about 5 mm long and it was hard to pay them enough attention with my latest job renovating a huge house in another part of town. I will miss my sticks! Maybe a stray egg will hatch and surprise the next tenant you can only hope

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