So... turn it to the wall and walk away, slowly. My brother is visiting tomorrow for 4 days so I'm outta here.
In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
So... turn it to the wall and walk away, slowly. My brother is visiting tomorrow for 4 days so I'm outta here.
Did set foot in the studio yesterday but only to look ... friends to lunch, lost the day. Today is catching up with paperwork (as it used to be called - computer admin now I suppose)
Pre-occupied. Going to London mid-march to deliver co-mission. Will be there for Jans funeral and should be able to make it. Have booked tickets for the Vincent Portrait Courtauld show - nick of time, sold out massivly. Have to try to see as many of the family as I can... hard to arrange. Errands for Bob to fit in.
Paintings arrived in Zurich safely!!
Have to think about what other work should be in London, sigh.
Maybe back to the flaming sword. Sigh.
Here's Jan Pienkowski, died over the weekend; taking another slice of my life with him. Every time a friend dies I'm dimmed. He was such fun. I was lucky to get to spend time with him when he took a year out to paint but he had the spirit of a designer - a brilliant one, fortunately, - and went back to work after the year out.
Took this photo in 1983. A group of us used to life-draw in his Barnes house. In those days... well, he was always trying to shop us chattering like 'a cocktail party' and as he did various covers for books he would get the audio version free from the publisher. This was v innovative in the early '80's... he would play us audio books and then there was the debate about the book and etc etc.so not really an aid to concentration. Had some good models. Some good artists there, mostly from his design studio if memory serves. He taught me to draw under tables! We always carried notebooks then and any excursion to cafe or bar was drawn. Quick marks, not looking at paper.
It's not just Jan passing that I mourn but that the world that made him possible - that he co-created? - is gone. Im out of touch with real life but I have the feeling that *real* creativity is ended. The world is all audience, demanding entertainment.
Sounds like time for coffee.
Can't believe I spent an entire morning packaging a couple of paintings... but so it was, packing, unpacking, repacking. By astonishing good luck, a friend is driving to switzerland tomorrow and can deliver the goods. Maybe this happenstance has unnerved me.
Having to wear wrist strengtheners now on account of the installation work.
Don't like the painting I'm working on.
Grumble grumble grumble
Elastic bands round bradle clamped to workbench, stretched and slid with ancient bone handled hook and Miss Hatchetts' fathers' marlin spike over the prepared cork. Now the time goes on cutting up the drawings. Easier than tearing in terms of accuracy, since most drawings are largely blank paper and its the marks I need.
Painting drying before the finishing fiddling.
Pottering agreeably. Drawings for the man expelled by force, spotted in Narbonne. Flaming swords a step too far??
Surprised - delighted- to be asked by old friend-and-collegue Dex Wright to make a piece for Digital Place in Lincoln.
Provisionally called Messages in search of a bottle, it will be drawings and cork and therefore easy to send [hush my mouth - post Brexit nothing is easy]
He also proposes a zine which sounds like a good plan too. Absolutly nothing in it except an exercise in hermeticism.
When the studio is finally cleaned - nearly, nearly - I will make a start.
This from old student friend - back in the day still recall the endless talking in coffee bars with Hugh Hawes and Rich Allen, the subjective arguement and many others which are still being expressed here in his video....
https://vimeo.com/675323835
The other thing that I'm interested in (though not-nice) was watching a man being hurled through a doorway by three security guards. Still ponderin'.
Been laid up with a startlingly violent stomach bug and now off to Narbonne for Bobs birthday.
This blog is getting to be full of excuses for not working.
Will try and get a better snap because I think its done.