Trying to save this painting, not that I know how to paint really,here's what's left of the right-hand figure after sanding down the scars of transport.
A drawing made this week to try to resolve the tones . . .
another drawing from the same reference session . . .
This plasticine self-portrait [it's by Newplast actually] gets another airing, this time without the praying hands I showed it with last year.
As ever the show invitation came at short notice, and the other piece from last years end of year show was particularly requested for.
I discovered it in pieces in storage and had a very long and stressful Royal Wedding weekend recreating it.
I didn't have nearly enough time to include the ears this time.
I don't know if I'd advise anyone to show works made in plasticine , a combination of calcium carbonate petroleum jelly and other fats. I grew tired of clay drying before I had finished modelling, and used grey partly as a good mid-tone to work with as well as close to the colour of concrete which I still hope to cast these pieces in. Though of course they are a little reminiscent of Spitting Image's John Major puppet.
They are all originally intended as a macquette for a huge bust combining reclaimed wood and cast concrete pieces that will never be realised. I quite like the clamminess of the plasticene mimicing the skin of those under stress, the mood of the work. My interest in the figurative coming from ideas about how we manage identities within the bodies that we are given.
Took part in a study in hoarding in the morning, questionaires etc. Only pretext on which I'd have two clinical psychologists indoors. We all jumped out of our skins when the baliffs knocked on the door, on behalf of the water board.
Etching class in the afternoon.
Proof print
Quick sketch which I didn't use, was asked by other student if I'd draw her portrait, I'll be safe working Leicester Square in a picnic chair and easel at this rate.
Went back to studio to discover half naked fellow student painting, and spent hours looking for expensive brush I found the minute I got home. Did a bit of priming, fixed the u-bend in the studio sink, came home and fed the dogs and administered ear drops. No mention of absinthe so far eh?
Self-portrait. Pencil [H grade] on paper that's just too rough. I reach a plateau where I can't get any darker in the tones. Apart from fudging the nose, I gave up below the chin.
Second attempt where I struggled so much with the "tooth" of the paper, I appear to have changed race.
One of the many studies I've done, from the many studies I've done, with reflective cards.
Carrying on the mark making/ cross hatching I thought I'd try mark making in 3D. This cast in plaster from clay. The pressure from each line cut with a knife closed the one before, realise I need to PRESS into the clay.
Having to clear out Grandmother's, closest thing to "Ancestral Pile", and am struggling to part with a complete set of "Golden Homes" by Marshall Cavendish.
Oh dear, well I have fretted long and hard on the ethics of filming and then posting on the net, the performances of another.
This is starting to look like a David Hoyle stalking blog, and when I was tackled last night, by the Divine David as to just what was I planning on doing with the footage, I was looking forward to posting his response on the net.
I stupidly assumed that my new camera would automatically be an improvement on the last one one, only to find the clip sounded like it had been recorded down a well, though several blankets and with a bucket over David Hoyle's head. After 6 hours to edit the clip from his series, for youtube, and now considering on embarking on sound engineering [well it looks so easy on CSI] I am begining to think Mr Hoyle's styling of the Royal Vauxhall Tavern as a "media-tech" is the literal truth
EDIT: Clip once here - now gone.
With the amount of photographs taken during his show, I often think of those dodgy camera clubs they apparently had in 50's Soho, you could enter and hire a nude model, and it was up to you whether there was actually any film in the camera during the session. I guess anything I have taken, or posted probably contradicts Mr. Hoyle's desire to be elusive. Could he disappear for another 7 years or more?
Anyway it's "The INTERNET" next week.
And here's a picture of one of my dogs I uploaded by mistake.
