Due to circumstance, I have not raised a brush since the end of November. So I am using another painting from a few years ago as the subject for discussion this time.
This is another pastel – the drifts of colour are so appealing – of the ice house at Erddig, near Wrexham. The shadow of the building in the foreground and the building itself frame the sunlit decorative kiosk and garden, concentrating attention there. Most unusually for me, the focus is right in the centre of the painting. There are diagonals but they all lead to the centre, and it is only the strong verticals of the trees which encourage the eye to roam. When I painted it, I was not aware that a central focus is difficult to pull off! But I still think it is a satisfying composition, so my blissful innocence has not come back to haunt me.
It’s painted on velour paper which takes colour easily and makes “lost and found” edges to easy to attain. The warm greens and reds near the little house ease out to the cooler greens, blues and browns.
Just a reminder that the sun does shine! Often strong sunlight makes for entrancing shadows, and this picture is really all about the shadows cast across the pavement of the Row.
For those of you who don’t know Chester, the Rows are walkways, sitting on top of the ground level shops, that have other shops opening on to them – highly convenient in wet weather but also useful places to sketch and paint in summer time too. The sun is shining almost directly into the Row, and it’s the “almost” that makes the shadows attract the eye. We have busy diagonals, the row edges and the shadows crossing each other again and again, all adding up to an active painting.
Looking through the open side of the row, you can see the other side of the street, shaded and painted in undemanding colour. Most of the area within the Row is painted in dark tones, so the brightest tones are the girl’s trousers and the tops of the bushes. It is the strong contrasts of tone highlighted with a few splashes of bright colour that tell you it’s a hot day. Though the foot path is actually grey, but by playing up the sunlight using cream and creating the shadows on it in a complementary mauve, I have made the day even hotter. Memories are made of this!
I attended MathsJam 2018 (mathsjam.com/gathering/) recently and thoroughly enjoyed the event – my companions were friendly and inclusive and the talks were fascinating, entertaining, puzzling (there were a lot of puzzles!) though many, even the entertaining ones, were beyond me. I gather that nobody at the event understands all the talks!
It had seemed a good opportunity to try sketching “in public”, an extension of my efforts to improve my drawing skills. In fact,I did not spend much time at it but was quite pleased at the results.
People move, of course,and images are jumbled.
I became interested in the lines and angles of corridors, pillars and stairs.
This week, having discovered a way of getting bright colour, I continued my painting of bamboo. I think it is growing well and now has more depth. I am also becoming very aware of the difference between my two sets of oil pastels, one being rather greasy, giving dull colour and attaching to the surface in patches, and the other more crumbly, giving bright colour and good attachment. As always the quality of the equipment affects the quality of the work.
The blue stems are too bright – the intention was to have them fade into the background implying depth! There is light catching the edges of the foremost leaves, though the shapes of those in shadow needs more definition. I haven’t tried using turps yet. I may find the less crumbly set works better that way.
Another way forward may be to use the oil pastels in conjunction with acrylic underpainting, using them to add texture and definition after more exuberant brushwork.
I have changed the surface I work on this week (and next) to a loose canvas sheet stained with acrylic paint. I decided to use a photo of bamboo I had painted, very successfully (by which I mean that I was thrilled with the result), in soft pastels. I had painted the leaves in sharp downward stabbing motions so I thought the image might lend itself to oil pastels.
I have to say that this is an improvement on the previous attempt. Certainly there is better adhesion and the fall of the leaves is engagingly presented. The image is dark because I chose to tint the canvas in a warm dark brown and much more work needs to be done to create depth and light. I feel encouraged to continue with this experiment – and it occurs to me that the crosses I used in painting “Shimmering in sunlight” ( page 29 in my book ” The Bridges of Dee” for those of you who have a copy!) would also work well. Note to self: find a new image and try it!
For the next few weeks, I will be trying out some oil pastels I have been given. Now I love soft pastels for their immediacy and for the variety of effects I can find. I’ve seen some engaging paintings done in oil pastel, and wondered if they were a good substitute for those who cannot tolerate the dust created when using soft pastels, or who don’t like the feel of them.
Well, of course, no medium is a substitute for another. What was I thinking of! Each has its own strengths and challenges. At this early stage of exploration, I could find no correlation between the two, apart from the fact that you have the colour in your hand. I’m using mid-toned green mount board for my substrate for this first attempt. Such work as I have seen used a firm coloured surface to work on. I had been given two sets of oil pastels, and both are rather ancient, but I found an immediate difference in texture between them.
One set, the larger of the two named “Holbein”, were very oily, almost waxy when applied, and the surface was too smooth to accept the pastel evenly. Also I had to scrub hard to increase the brightness, and ended by pushing off the pastel already applied. The smaller un-named set were more granulated and adhered to the surface with less effort. Further work discovered a wide range of oiliness to granulation within each set depending on the colour. Clearly there is a lot to learn about the pastels themselves, never mind how to apply them.
You can see the uncertain adherence of the pastel. This could be because the surface was too smooth (or the pastels were too oily!) so next week I’ll be using pre-stained canvas to work on.
Isn’t he charming! No, this isn’t one of mine – it was painted by a student in my class this week. She is working on a project in needlework related to the Amarna dig between the two World Wars – http://www.blog.virtuosewadventures.co.uk/wordpress/ the Dreams of Amarna – and finds painting helps to define and refine her images.
As always in painting, it’s not what you paint, but how you paint it that matters. This was done without preliminary drawing, often the best way to achieve a vital painting. A painter friend of mine once said “You have to hype yourself up to paint in watercolour!” Certainly it requires total concentration to work without an initial sketch.
The first pass in pale colour established the position and attitude of the figure, using both the tip and the body of the brush to win the shapes. The brush strokes which followed established the solidity of the figure, shadows revealing the curve of back and buttocks. Notice how some are wet in wet and some wet on dry. It is the varied handling of brush and paint which makes it work so well. The variety is appealing, suggesting both the relentless sun and the passing of a moment. Lost and found edges cast their spell and draw you in.
Well, progress of a kind. I’m told he looks like a Roman emperor, and I think she now looks like a Red Indian, but at least they both pass as people.
As far as my brief is concerned, it is a bit like the curate’s egg. There are places where the textures are driven by the underlying collage, though overall there is too much reliance on paint. They both look rather menacing too, which was neither the original intention nor in character.
I’m considering whether I can learn any more from this experiment. Maybe portraits were beyond my capabilities at this stage, given that I have not succeeded in painting a satisfactory portrait in oils as yet (much greater success rate in pastel) and a landscape or townscape would have provided a better result. I’m sufficiently intrigued to try the technique again, to see if I can take it past the stage of working with someone else’s methods into something I can acknowledge as my own.
His face seemed reasonable for this stage. In fact I love the luminous green lights. But hers was less clearly defined. Unfortunately I found myself resorting to paint to obliterate the offending passages,so that the carefully placed papers disappeared, and I might as well have just used paint from the beginning.
My corrections did not resolve the case, in fact it made things worse. In frustration, I scribbled my brush over the new work. That action dredged up from my memory a film about the Flying Dutchman in modern times starring James Mason and Ava Gardner. He had painted a portrait of her, which she scribbled out with one of his brushes. The next time we see the painting he had turned the face into an oval with a contoured cross on it – So I did the same! An improvement!
I had painted some warm shadows on his face, but felt the need to add more torn paper to recreate the textures in her hair and in the background.
I have to say I’m getting a lot of enjoyment out of this exercise. Don’t ask what the painting means – it doesn’t mean anything. I’m not in a dark mood or working out a trauma of my youth (I had a good one, anyway). And it’s got nothing to do with Hallowe’en. Just Having a Go!