When I took on a full-time studio space, I had hoped to re-commence this Wednesday Painting journal. But the business of yr actual painting was far too pressing to allow myself to get tied up again in the fripperies of analysing and deliberating each and every brush-stroke...
But at last, your dormant Wednesday Painter has been awoken. Or perhaps re-booted.
What I'm trying to say is that I've been posting occasional #workinprogress reports on my twitter account @neonpainter, and you can follow it in the feed just over there in the column to the right >>
Showing posts with label Werk In Progress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Werk In Progress. Show all posts
8 August 2014
5 December 2013
Open Houses and Guilty Feelings
[SATURDAY 30 NOVEMBER]
I guess I was probably kidding myself that I would actually get a day's work done on the first day of the Christmas Open Houses. In reality it was more like an hour, and that's being optimistic!
However, I did get to meet all the other lovely artists with whom I can now call BLANK Studios home. And I welcomed quite a few visitors to my space and chatted to them about my work - something that I'd never done before.
[SUNDAY 01 DECEMBER]
Feeling guilty about my non-productive Saturday, I headed back early Sunday morning to get a couple of hours' painting under my belt.
I clocked in at 09.30 hours to find the half-hearted fruits of yesterday. And after a pass across half the canvas working on the immediate glow of the letters, I left it like this at 11.30 hours:
I guess I was probably kidding myself that I would actually get a day's work done on the first day of the Christmas Open Houses. In reality it was more like an hour, and that's being optimistic!
However, I did get to meet all the other lovely artists with whom I can now call BLANK Studios home. And I welcomed quite a few visitors to my space and chatted to them about my work - something that I'd never done before.
[SUNDAY 01 DECEMBER]
Feeling guilty about my non-productive Saturday, I headed back early Sunday morning to get a couple of hours' painting under my belt.
I clocked in at 09.30 hours to find the half-hearted fruits of yesterday. And after a pass across half the canvas working on the immediate glow of the letters, I left it like this at 11.30 hours:
I also left a note to myself:
New stu-stu-studio
[WEDNESDAY 20 NOVEMBER 2013]
I spent the morning collecting together vital equipment and items in my grimey garrett/loft-studio. Progress was hampered when a curious robin came in to look around - yep, before I'd even left, a new prospective tenant with an eye on my place
This is the mess I left behind after all my churning and rooting around.
By evening I had signed the contract and dumped everything at my new space at Blank Studios which occupies a converted end-of-terrace house in one of those, rapidly vanishing, liminal zones on the edge of Brighton and Hove.
[SATURDAY 23 NOVEMBER 2013]
In the afternoon I organised my belongings and made my new space my own - I sense this will be an ongoing and changing thing for the first month or so.
I also found time to do a spot of your actual painting, returning to that elongated '...RUGS&...' canvas (or 'neon for a wig shop' as I referred to it later) - my first dalliance with brush and canvas since December 2012. It was a relief. And it felt good.
I spent the morning collecting together vital equipment and items in my grimey garrett/loft-studio. Progress was hampered when a curious robin came in to look around - yep, before I'd even left, a new prospective tenant with an eye on my place
This is the mess I left behind after all my churning and rooting around.
Goodbye window-less, ventilation-less loft, we've had some heady times - mainly due to the solvent fumes having nowhere to go...
By evening I had signed the contract and dumped everything at my new space at Blank Studios which occupies a converted end-of-terrace house in one of those, rapidly vanishing, liminal zones on the edge of Brighton and Hove.
[SATURDAY 23 NOVEMBER 2013]
In the afternoon I organised my belongings and made my new space my own - I sense this will be an ongoing and changing thing for the first month or so.
I also found time to do a spot of your actual painting, returning to that elongated '...RUGS&...' canvas (or 'neon for a wig shop' as I referred to it later) - my first dalliance with brush and canvas since December 2012. It was a relief. And it felt good.
31 October 2013
Negative Space
[WEDNESDAY 30 OCTOBER 2013]
I had an hour to spare this week after finishing my paid work, so I painted in the negative space around what will soon become one of my phosphorescent neon drips.
I realise this is going to make for painfully plodding progress if I continue werking at such a slow and irregular rate, which is why I am currently seeking a studio space in my native Brighton (or Hove to be exact). If anyone happens to read this that knows of such a holy grail being available in the near future, I'd like to hear from you.
I had an hour to spare this week after finishing my paid work, so I painted in the negative space around what will soon become one of my phosphorescent neon drips.
16 October 2013
Wednesday Painter: Slight Return
[WEDNESDAY 16 OCTOBER 2013]
I have returned. Slightly.
After paid work, I had 15 minutes to spare, and an itching* to get started with something new.
I lugged a canvas I had made some time ago out to the studio, and set about desecrating its pure white surface with a decorators brush and black ink.
And now I don't need to worry about 'blank canvas syndrome' when I return next time.
*the itching is related to the fact that I have won a painting prize and have been offered a solo exhibition in London. This has galvanised me to get back to the easel (I have barely painted since the commission I finished at Christmas). I feel a strange mixture of chomping at the bit, whilst simultaneously feeling a slight crises in confidence. But two things are clear: I must seize this opportunity; and I must find a studio space closer to home, to fit better with family life.
I have returned. Slightly.
After paid work, I had 15 minutes to spare, and an itching* to get started with something new.
I lugged a canvas I had made some time ago out to the studio, and set about desecrating its pure white surface with a decorators brush and black ink.
And now I don't need to worry about 'blank canvas syndrome' when I return next time.
*the itching is related to the fact that I have won a painting prize and have been offered a solo exhibition in London. This has galvanised me to get back to the easel (I have barely painted since the commission I finished at Christmas). I feel a strange mixture of chomping at the bit, whilst simultaneously feeling a slight crises in confidence. But two things are clear: I must seize this opportunity; and I must find a studio space closer to home, to fit better with family life.
25 July 2012
the taste of solvents
[WEDNESDAY 25 JULY 2012]
Greetings dear readers, today is the hottest day of the year so far (now that mister sun has finally showed his face he really does mean business). The heat in the loft has been rising and has now become almost unbearable - a still, stifling HOT heat.
I was out and painting with great purpose this morning continuing progress with the '...RUGS&...' canvas: adding more rich, bright red, deep crimson and blackness, and daubing some verdant green into the background. Another step on the long road to completion.
Now that I've cleared the deck of 2 paintings, I feel I can crack on with some of those canvases that have lain around neglected for the past couple of months. Does anyone remember this behemoth seascape I sketched out? It's up on the wall and is getting some much needed attention. It's good to have something new to sink my teeth into.
...And so, on the hottest day of the year, I sat in my sweat-box of a loft with absolutely no ventilation and decided to do something quite rash. This, ladies and gentlemen is how to bugger up a painting in one quick and easy lesson.
And in a bid to rectify it, I concluded the only course of action would be to pour half a bottle of white spirit down it and scrub it all off. I spent the rest of the sweltering afternoon with a sweaty mask clamped over my face to stop me getting drunk on the fumes, and giving myself cross eyes painting all the tiny flowers back in.
It utterly reeks in there and it made my head swim as soon as I took that mask off. Out in the still, slightly fresher air, the taste of solvents lingers on the tip of my tongue.
Greetings dear readers, today is the hottest day of the year so far (now that mister sun has finally showed his face he really does mean business). The heat in the loft has been rising and has now become almost unbearable - a still, stifling HOT heat.
I was out and painting with great purpose this morning continuing progress with the '...RUGS&...' canvas: adding more rich, bright red, deep crimson and blackness, and daubing some verdant green into the background. Another step on the long road to completion.
Now that I've cleared the deck of 2 paintings, I feel I can crack on with some of those canvases that have lain around neglected for the past couple of months. Does anyone remember this behemoth seascape I sketched out? It's up on the wall and is getting some much needed attention. It's good to have something new to sink my teeth into.
...And so, on the hottest day of the year, I sat in my sweat-box of a loft with absolutely no ventilation and decided to do something quite rash. This, ladies and gentlemen is how to bugger up a painting in one quick and easy lesson.
And in a bid to rectify it, I concluded the only course of action would be to pour half a bottle of white spirit down it and scrub it all off. I spent the rest of the sweltering afternoon with a sweaty mask clamped over my face to stop me getting drunk on the fumes, and giving myself cross eyes painting all the tiny flowers back in.
It utterly reeks in there and it made my head swim as soon as I took that mask off. Out in the still, slightly fresher air, the taste of solvents lingers on the tip of my tongue.
5 July 2012
existential ponderings
[THURSDAY 05 JULY 2012]
I've swapped shifts this week with the Thursday Painter. The Thursday Painter is a man of few words. He keeps a blog somewhere in a parallel cyberspace, and his confessions usually amount to very little. It would be nice to be able leave him to carry on with my paintings the day after I have done my Wednesday Painting shift, but every time I return a week later I see very little sign of progress. Sometimes I wonder if he's taking my werk a step backwards, or undoing all the hard graft I have achieved the day before...
Sometimes I wonder if it is healthy to mull all this over inside my head and then spill it out into this weekly journal. But I tell myself that it gives me an aim each week and some kind of benchmark of progress with my creative endeavours, so I continue.
I set out today to bring 'Home Sweet Home' a big step towards completion. The green neon rendering is still not to my satisfaction. All morning I was there, painting away, knocking back the extended glow and bringing in the darkness. I werked on every area of the green bordering and finished for lunch.
On my return I realise that all my werk has been in vain. I scrub out the morning's travails...
This time I'll get it right, I tell myself.
Hours later, I leave more or less satisfied, and hoping this will still be the case when I return next Wednesday.
I've swapped shifts this week with the Thursday Painter. The Thursday Painter is a man of few words. He keeps a blog somewhere in a parallel cyberspace, and his confessions usually amount to very little. It would be nice to be able leave him to carry on with my paintings the day after I have done my Wednesday Painting shift, but every time I return a week later I see very little sign of progress. Sometimes I wonder if he's taking my werk a step backwards, or undoing all the hard graft I have achieved the day before...
Sometimes I wonder if it is healthy to mull all this over inside my head and then spill it out into this weekly journal. But I tell myself that it gives me an aim each week and some kind of benchmark of progress with my creative endeavours, so I continue.
I set out today to bring 'Home Sweet Home' a big step towards completion. The green neon rendering is still not to my satisfaction. All morning I was there, painting away, knocking back the extended glow and bringing in the darkness. I werked on every area of the green bordering and finished for lunch.
On my return I realise that all my werk has been in vain. I scrub out the morning's travails...
This time I'll get it right, I tell myself.
Hours later, I leave more or less satisfied, and hoping this will still be the case when I return next Wednesday.
20 June 2012
Be brave Wednesday Painter
[WEDNESDAY 20 JUNE 2012]
A short day, werking on the blue morse code canvas. It has taken me this long to realise the neon dots and dashes would benefit from being placed deeper in the dark recess. Essentially this will involve re-rendering the blue neon glow from the centre out. This is usually a long job, but I need to get it done today, as I'm planning to have this painting finished by the end of next week's session.
Time to take some risks and not be so precious over months of werk. Be brave Wednesday Painter, be brave...
I have found myself increasingly resorting to small sable brushes for the fine detail brushwerk around the pin-points of light. I hold my breath and try to steady my hand as I close in to make my mark. I find it too intense to werk for more than a few minutes at a time. I think I might scream.
I certainly prefer the broader, freer brush strokes I can make as the glow spreads out from the nucleus.
I leave it for lunch and some internet procrastination.
By around 3pm I am running short of time. I clean my brushes and hang the painting inside where it will get some light and hopefully be dry enough to werk on next week, when I plan to tackle the glow around the edges of the rock-face and hopefully get the bloody thing finished.
A short day, werking on the blue morse code canvas. It has taken me this long to realise the neon dots and dashes would benefit from being placed deeper in the dark recess. Essentially this will involve re-rendering the blue neon glow from the centre out. This is usually a long job, but I need to get it done today, as I'm planning to have this painting finished by the end of next week's session.
Time to take some risks and not be so precious over months of werk. Be brave Wednesday Painter, be brave...
I have found myself increasingly resorting to small sable brushes for the fine detail brushwerk around the pin-points of light. I hold my breath and try to steady my hand as I close in to make my mark. I find it too intense to werk for more than a few minutes at a time. I think I might scream.
I certainly prefer the broader, freer brush strokes I can make as the glow spreads out from the nucleus.
I leave it for lunch and some internet procrastination.
By around 3pm I am running short of time. I clean my brushes and hang the painting inside where it will get some light and hopefully be dry enough to werk on next week, when I plan to tackle the glow around the edges of the rock-face and hopefully get the bloody thing finished.
13 June 2012
THUD!
[WEDNESDAY 13 JUNE 2012]
Out in the studio and raring to go. I cracked straight on with the blue 'morse code' painting, determined to get the glow along the edges looking better, and to get the blackness looking deeper and darker. I ended up with it propped up on two paint tins against the garage door - giving me the opportunity to get some much needed distance from the canvas.
Things were going well and after adding a little glint of light to each of the dots and dashes, I retired up to the loft to clean my brushes.
And then THUD! I dropped everything and rushed down the ladder to find the canvas face down in the dust and dirt.
A minor clean up operation ensued, removing specks of dust and grit from the fresh paint - this isn't the first time this has happened, so you would think I would have already learned my lesson. But no, I curse myself and do my best to clean up what had been a pristine coating of paint. The painting is now safely on the wall in the house, hopefully away from any more dust and crud...
After lunch I gave my mind a bit of a wander with some Sub/conscious drawings. The result: more animals, clowns and speed demons spilling from my brain.
I need a change from painting neon, and with just an hour or so before I head home, I render the balconies on the Le Corbusier canvas in jolly shades of blue and yellow, as they are on the actual building.
Out in the studio and raring to go. I cracked straight on with the blue 'morse code' painting, determined to get the glow along the edges looking better, and to get the blackness looking deeper and darker. I ended up with it propped up on two paint tins against the garage door - giving me the opportunity to get some much needed distance from the canvas.
Things were going well and after adding a little glint of light to each of the dots and dashes, I retired up to the loft to clean my brushes.
And then THUD! I dropped everything and rushed down the ladder to find the canvas face down in the dust and dirt.
A minor clean up operation ensued, removing specks of dust and grit from the fresh paint - this isn't the first time this has happened, so you would think I would have already learned my lesson. But no, I curse myself and do my best to clean up what had been a pristine coating of paint. The painting is now safely on the wall in the house, hopefully away from any more dust and crud...
After lunch I gave my mind a bit of a wander with some Sub/conscious drawings. The result: more animals, clowns and speed demons spilling from my brain.
I need a change from painting neon, and with just an hour or so before I head home, I render the balconies on the Le Corbusier canvas in jolly shades of blue and yellow, as they are on the actual building.
7 June 2012
hasty actions
[THURSDAY 07 JUNE 2012]
I am a day late to the studio at her majesty's behest. Though even then I didn't take the full 2 days off to join in the Jubilee festivities/banalities. In fact I pretty much avoided it all as best I could.
To break myself back in this Thursday morning, I set to making another batch of 'Sub/conscious drawings'. The results left me baffled and bemused, and one particular drawing made me laugh out loud. Can you guess which one?
And now for my next trick! The blue 'morse code' is taken in hand and given some care and attention. I'm yearning to get this one finished in the next few weeks, so I'm in the mood to try certain hasty actions which will hopefully pay off. Today I smothered the darker areas of glow in Phthalo blue, and knocked back some areas where the light catches on the craggy rock-face.
Don't want to go too far, so I leave it there. And move on to the '...RUGS&...' canvas, to which I lay down a pale pink border to the letters and blend it inside and out. Mainly to rid it of any leftover and unwanted pencil marks from the initial sketch. Still time after this to block in a quick layer of deep and luxurious crimson red.
I leave a tired and satisfied Wednesday-cum-Thursday Painter.
I am a day late to the studio at her majesty's behest. Though even then I didn't take the full 2 days off to join in the Jubilee festivities/banalities. In fact I pretty much avoided it all as best I could.
To break myself back in this Thursday morning, I set to making another batch of 'Sub/conscious drawings'. The results left me baffled and bemused, and one particular drawing made me laugh out loud. Can you guess which one?
And now for my next trick! The blue 'morse code' is taken in hand and given some care and attention. I'm yearning to get this one finished in the next few weeks, so I'm in the mood to try certain hasty actions which will hopefully pay off. Today I smothered the darker areas of glow in Phthalo blue, and knocked back some areas where the light catches on the craggy rock-face.
Don't want to go too far, so I leave it there. And move on to the '...RUGS&...' canvas, to which I lay down a pale pink border to the letters and blend it inside and out. Mainly to rid it of any leftover and unwanted pencil marks from the initial sketch. Still time after this to block in a quick layer of deep and luxurious crimson red.
I leave a tired and satisfied Wednesday-cum-Thursday Painter.
30 May 2012
The painter's progress
[WEDNESDAY 30 MAY 2012]
Today I have been a good Wednesday Painter and werked all the way through until 5.30pm, and didn't go on the computer once.
I headed for the garret with a real sense of purpose this morning, and set about tackling the old 'rock face/blue morse code' canvas, concentrating on the edges of the crack and knocking back the leaking blue glow. I threw many things at it including chalk, charcoal, ink, oil paint, and dirty water, with fingers, knuckles, household paint brushes, artists' paint brushes, and even a toothbrush.
After lunch, I returned to deal with 'Home Sweet Home', blackening the background void and lessening the green glow, then allowing the deeper, darker reds to spread outwards. I also touched up that troublesome area betwixt the orange neon heart and the ends of the green neon borders.
NEXT! While I still had time, I brought out the '&RUGS' canvas and swiped some lamp black around the edges of the red glow, then blended it in with various shades of luscious Crimson and Red.
Today was a good day, and the painter's progress continues.
Today I have been a good Wednesday Painter and werked all the way through until 5.30pm, and didn't go on the computer once.
I headed for the garret with a real sense of purpose this morning, and set about tackling the old 'rock face/blue morse code' canvas, concentrating on the edges of the crack and knocking back the leaking blue glow. I threw many things at it including chalk, charcoal, ink, oil paint, and dirty water, with fingers, knuckles, household paint brushes, artists' paint brushes, and even a toothbrush.
After lunch, I returned to deal with 'Home Sweet Home', blackening the background void and lessening the green glow, then allowing the deeper, darker reds to spread outwards. I also touched up that troublesome area betwixt the orange neon heart and the ends of the green neon borders.
NEXT! While I still had time, I brought out the '&RUGS' canvas and swiped some lamp black around the edges of the red glow, then blended it in with various shades of luscious Crimson and Red.
Today was a good day, and the painter's progress continues.
23 May 2012
let out a scream/let off steam
[WEDNESDAY 23 MAY 2012]
Last week I went to Paris to see a neon exhibition, and so I did not partake in any Wednesday Painting. So it follows that I was itching to get back to the studio this morning.
It is now 5.26pm and since 9.30 this morning I have been mostly painting the '...RUGS&...' canvas, with regular breaks to let out a scream/let off steam when the intricate brushwerk all got too much.
I am pleased to report spring has finally arrived, or maybe we have just skipped straight to summer. On Monday I was still working in thermal underwear, today it has been hot and humid, and I'm almost expecting a storm to hit as I attempt to cycle to the station as I make my way homewards.
As a distraction from that intense brushwerk, I trundled down the shed and completed three 'Sub/conscious' drawings. I am very often amused and baffled as to where such imagery comes from, but then I conclude that it's all somewhere up there inside my head just waiting to spill out. This is what spilled out today.
Last week I went to Paris to see a neon exhibition, and so I did not partake in any Wednesday Painting. So it follows that I was itching to get back to the studio this morning.
It is now 5.26pm and since 9.30 this morning I have been mostly painting the '...RUGS&...' canvas, with regular breaks to let out a scream/let off steam when the intricate brushwerk all got too much.
I am pleased to report spring has finally arrived, or maybe we have just skipped straight to summer. On Monday I was still working in thermal underwear, today it has been hot and humid, and I'm almost expecting a storm to hit as I attempt to cycle to the station as I make my way homewards.
As a distraction from that intense brushwerk, I trundled down the shed and completed three 'Sub/conscious' drawings. I am very often amused and baffled as to where such imagery comes from, but then I conclude that it's all somewhere up there inside my head just waiting to spill out. This is what spilled out today.
13 April 2012
Monday, Thursday, Friday Painting
[FRIDAY 13 APRIL 2012]
Bit of a mixed up/muddled up/shook up week (thank you bank holiday Monday!).
So no painting on Wednesday, but I did paint a bit on Monday at home, Thursday morning at the studio, and today at home again, so surely must have put in something towards the requisite hours. Who's counting? Me. And me only.
At the studio I applied another layer to the new canvas:
Whilst at home I made progress with a secret painting that will be gifted to an old friend.
Bit of a mixed up/muddled up/shook up week (thank you bank holiday Monday!).
So no painting on Wednesday, but I did paint a bit on Monday at home, Thursday morning at the studio, and today at home again, so surely must have put in something towards the requisite hours. Who's counting? Me. And me only.
At the studio I applied another layer to the new canvas:
Whilst at home I made progress with a secret painting that will be gifted to an old friend.
4 April 2012
Scrawlings and Rugs
[WEDNESDAY 04 APRIL 2012]
It all started so well: sketching out a new neon design on a new canvas and then a break to do some email/internet errands. I moved some canvases back out to the studio and finished off a lo-fi scrawling I made yesterday with a touch of watercolour.
[not sure where it came from, but at some point I was possibly thinking of Numan, hence "Gary". Adding the shock of bleached-blonde hair seemed like the obvious final step. There will be more lo-fi subconscious/conscious drawings in the near future]
And now? Now I am hungry for my lunch and I must eat before I get on with the afternoon shift. But I've been stuck at this computer screen for the past hour or so, doing this and that and the other. ENOUGH!
I ate some soup.
It was not Campbell's Condensed though.
Afternoon: My first proper bit of painting consisted of touching up the "rock-face" where the blue glow is leaking out of the dark chasm. I didn't do much, and I will continue next time.
Instead of returning to all those old, half-finished canvases, I stuck the fresh new one on the easel and commenced painting in around the words which will be depicted as deep-red neon. As you can see I am possibly thinking about jacking all this painting in and opening a carpet shop.
It all started so well: sketching out a new neon design on a new canvas and then a break to do some email/internet errands. I moved some canvases back out to the studio and finished off a lo-fi scrawling I made yesterday with a touch of watercolour.
[not sure where it came from, but at some point I was possibly thinking of Numan, hence "Gary". Adding the shock of bleached-blonde hair seemed like the obvious final step. There will be more lo-fi subconscious/conscious drawings in the near future]
And now? Now I am hungry for my lunch and I must eat before I get on with the afternoon shift. But I've been stuck at this computer screen for the past hour or so, doing this and that and the other. ENOUGH!
I ate some soup.
It was not Campbell's Condensed though.
Afternoon: My first proper bit of painting consisted of touching up the "rock-face" where the blue glow is leaking out of the dark chasm. I didn't do much, and I will continue next time.
Instead of returning to all those old, half-finished canvases, I stuck the fresh new one on the easel and commenced painting in around the words which will be depicted as deep-red neon. As you can see I am possibly thinking about jacking all this painting in and opening a carpet shop.
28 March 2012
trials and tribulations
[WEDNESDAY 28 MARCH 2012]
Another glorious spring day, and I've put off my trip to the studio long enough. I've not been slacking off though. No, not me, I have a new canvas stretched and triple-primed.
Somehow I have managed to make it through to lunch with very little of your actual painting being done. Oh dear me.
For the afternoon session I re-visit 'Home Sweet Home'. And I stay there for the remainder of the day, knocking back the green glow, drawing in the darkness, violently blending, smoothing out, touching up...
And now? Now I am thoroughly sick of the sight of that canvas and I hang it on the wall and I hope that come next week, and with a little distance, it will look better. Oh the trials and tribulations of a struggling artist!
Apologies for the slight rant. I am now drinking warm, calming tea to help me back to werk.
Not much else to report today, I leave the studio feeling a bit ragged and spent, but with very little sense of satisfaction.
Another glorious spring day, and I've put off my trip to the studio long enough. I've not been slacking off though. No, not me, I have a new canvas stretched and triple-primed.
Somehow I have managed to make it through to lunch with very little of your actual painting being done. Oh dear me.
For the afternoon session I re-visit 'Home Sweet Home'. And I stay there for the remainder of the day, knocking back the green glow, drawing in the darkness, violently blending, smoothing out, touching up...
And now? Now I am thoroughly sick of the sight of that canvas and I hang it on the wall and I hope that come next week, and with a little distance, it will look better. Oh the trials and tribulations of a struggling artist!
Apologies for the slight rant. I am now drinking warm, calming tea to help me back to werk.
Not much else to report today, I leave the studio feeling a bit ragged and spent, but with very little sense of satisfaction.
21 March 2012
the residue of success
[WEDNESDAY 21 MARCH 2012]
A beautiful, early spring day. And what better way to spend it than holed up in a window-less loft space!
I began the day with a short stint of paid work, and then the time was all mine.
First, some email and internet errands and posts.
Second, I mounted a couple of slides for a new secret date painting.
Third, I marked out the date in a swish Art Deco font.
Fourth, I went back on the computer.
Fifth, I ate lunch.
And finally I was ready to paint.
The continuing saga of 'Home Sweet Home'.
I am pleased to report that having sat and gazed upon it at leisure during the past 2 evenings, it isn't nearly as bad as I believed last week. Still needs a bit more werk in a couple of the green neon areas though, so I tackle these and leave it at that. I will let it rest until next week, or maybe the week after.
And so, onto my next job: that blue 'morse code', breaching the edge of the faux rock-face with illuminating blue glow. I think we're getting there.
And that is me pretty much done for the day. See you next week.
A beautiful, early spring day. And what better way to spend it than holed up in a window-less loft space!
I began the day with a short stint of paid work, and then the time was all mine.
First, some email and internet errands and posts.
Second, I mounted a couple of slides for a new secret date painting.
Third, I marked out the date in a swish Art Deco font.
Fourth, I went back on the computer.
Fifth, I ate lunch.
And finally I was ready to paint.
The continuing saga of 'Home Sweet Home'.
I am pleased to report that having sat and gazed upon it at leisure during the past 2 evenings, it isn't nearly as bad as I believed last week. Still needs a bit more werk in a couple of the green neon areas though, so I tackle these and leave it at that. I will let it rest until next week, or maybe the week after.
And so, onto my next job: that blue 'morse code', breaching the edge of the faux rock-face with illuminating blue glow. I think we're getting there.
Flushed with the residue of success, I go and have a cup of tea, and put the slab of rock-face aside to dry. And when I return it is to tackle another, almost finished, canvas. I'm still learning when it comes to this white neon, but someday soon I will finish this white 'Path of Least Resistance'.
And that is me pretty much done for the day. See you next week.
14 March 2012
still plugging away
[WEDNESDAY 14 MARCH 2012]
Curse you internet! I came here to run a couple of cyber-errands and four hours later, I am still here.
I shall partake of some lunch and drag my skinny ass outside to do some painting, like what I am supposed to be doing on a Wednesday.
So, I report back: about 3 hours of painting undertaken. Still plugging away at 'Home Sweet Home'. Still struggling with that green neon. I make the green glow grow and blend it all in with fluid brush strokes. I stand back and still it is not working to my satisfaction. Even in the daylight it doesn't quite sing to me.
Next week I will probably go back and werk over what I have done today, knocking it back and letting the darkness take over again, battling to achieve equilibrium. Always battling.
Curse you internet! I came here to run a couple of cyber-errands and four hours later, I am still here.
I shall partake of some lunch and drag my skinny ass outside to do some painting, like what I am supposed to be doing on a Wednesday.
So, I report back: about 3 hours of painting undertaken. Still plugging away at 'Home Sweet Home'. Still struggling with that green neon. I make the green glow grow and blend it all in with fluid brush strokes. I stand back and still it is not working to my satisfaction. Even in the daylight it doesn't quite sing to me.
Next week I will probably go back and werk over what I have done today, knocking it back and letting the darkness take over again, battling to achieve equilibrium. Always battling.
7 March 2012
the old routine
[WEDNESDAY 07 MARCH 2012]
It is 11.24am. I should be out in the studio painting. But instead I've opted to begin today's blog. The weather is foul: a sheet of fine drizzle driving in at a 45 degree angle. This makes moving the 'Home Sweet Home' canvas back to the studio something of an impossibility. I should probably re-commence werk on the blue 'morse-code' canvas.
I will stop typing and head on my way now...
A short bout of werk followed. The rain stopped long enough to allow the transfer of the 'HSH' canvas from house to garage. Feeling a bit peckish now. As you may have noticed I'm not quite so full of purpose today. This is partly due to the exhibition I had in the pipeline falling through. Probably a blessing to be honest. So I seem to have just slipped quickly back into the old routine, and am just carrying on as before.
Thank heavens for long afternoons. Between 2.30pm and 7pm I werked hard on the blue neon 'morse-code', adding extra glow and laying the foundations for the blue glow catching the edges of the "rock face".
The canvas is removed from the studio and placed in a room, in the real world.
Still time to paint, though, so I pay close attention to the green neon bordering on 'HSH', dry brushing and spreading the glow and letting go - carefree painting, gestural strokes, loose wrists. Painting joy.
It is 11.24am. I should be out in the studio painting. But instead I've opted to begin today's blog. The weather is foul: a sheet of fine drizzle driving in at a 45 degree angle. This makes moving the 'Home Sweet Home' canvas back to the studio something of an impossibility. I should probably re-commence werk on the blue 'morse-code' canvas.
I will stop typing and head on my way now...
A short bout of werk followed. The rain stopped long enough to allow the transfer of the 'HSH' canvas from house to garage. Feeling a bit peckish now. As you may have noticed I'm not quite so full of purpose today. This is partly due to the exhibition I had in the pipeline falling through. Probably a blessing to be honest. So I seem to have just slipped quickly back into the old routine, and am just carrying on as before.
Thank heavens for long afternoons. Between 2.30pm and 7pm I werked hard on the blue neon 'morse-code', adding extra glow and laying the foundations for the blue glow catching the edges of the "rock face".
The canvas is removed from the studio and placed in a room, in the real world.
Still time to paint, though, so I pay close attention to the green neon bordering on 'HSH', dry brushing and spreading the glow and letting go - carefree painting, gestural strokes, loose wrists. Painting joy.
29 February 2012
Bonus day
[WEDNESDAY 29 FEBRUARY 2012]
Today, the 29th February, is a bonus day. We don't get 'em very often, and it's tempting to have the day off, but I really must make use of my time, for there is much painting to be done...
Today I began a set of 5 smaller paintings of the 5 Noble Gases, which I intend, in fact need to have finished by the end of March. I am in the process of arranging an exhibition which is due to start in the first week of April. Which doesn't give me much time (or hope, based on previous performance, and the fact that I haven't actually painted neon in some of the colours).
On arrival at the studio this morning I also touched up the white 'path of least resistance'. Which looks well on the way to being fit for the outside world.
In the afternoon you find me back to werk on 'Home Sweet Home'. Yes more werk and more paint on that canvas! Today I pay close scrutiny to the orange/green glow cross-over and then freshen up the green neon border.
Just time to paint in the area around 'Krypton' and clean up the brushes before I pack up and I'm homeward bound.
Today, the 29th February, is a bonus day. We don't get 'em very often, and it's tempting to have the day off, but I really must make use of my time, for there is much painting to be done...
Today I began a set of 5 smaller paintings of the 5 Noble Gases, which I intend, in fact need to have finished by the end of March. I am in the process of arranging an exhibition which is due to start in the first week of April. Which doesn't give me much time (or hope, based on previous performance, and the fact that I haven't actually painted neon in some of the colours).
On arrival at the studio this morning I also touched up the white 'path of least resistance'. Which looks well on the way to being fit for the outside world.
In the afternoon you find me back to werk on 'Home Sweet Home'. Yes more werk and more paint on that canvas! Today I pay close scrutiny to the orange/green glow cross-over and then freshen up the green neon border.
Just time to paint in the area around 'Krypton' and clean up the brushes before I pack up and I'm homeward bound.
22 February 2012
orange and green
[WEDNESDAY 22 FEBRUARY 2012]
That was not the keen-as-mustard start I was hoping for today, but in the 2 hours I have been painting I've finally taken the plunge with the orange/green neon crossover.
Prior to that I found myself procrastinating on the internet - a common symptom when I am stuck with a painting and not sure how to tackle the next phase. During my searching I did pay another visit to the always pleasing Project Neon blog - one girl and a camera documenting the neon signs of New York city. I can't help but have pangs of jealousy at the richness and variety of neon in that great city, and it makes me yearn for more neon in Brighton and reminds me that I really should pay Mr Fishtail Neon another visit at his studio whilst the days are still short.
Back in the loft, I tickle and tease the green-meets-orange glow, until I have to put it aside. But what to do now? The blue 'morse-code' painting is wet, and I really need to get some paintings finished rather than commencing werk on canvases that will take months to complete. There is a small 'Path of Least Resistance' in white neon. It has sat on the shelf for months and months, but finally the day has come to be taken to task.
That was not the keen-as-mustard start I was hoping for today, but in the 2 hours I have been painting I've finally taken the plunge with the orange/green neon crossover.
Prior to that I found myself procrastinating on the internet - a common symptom when I am stuck with a painting and not sure how to tackle the next phase. During my searching I did pay another visit to the always pleasing Project Neon blog - one girl and a camera documenting the neon signs of New York city. I can't help but have pangs of jealousy at the richness and variety of neon in that great city, and it makes me yearn for more neon in Brighton and reminds me that I really should pay Mr Fishtail Neon another visit at his studio whilst the days are still short.
Back in the loft, I tickle and tease the green-meets-orange glow, until I have to put it aside. But what to do now? The blue 'morse-code' painting is wet, and I really need to get some paintings finished rather than commencing werk on canvases that will take months to complete. There is a small 'Path of Least Resistance' in white neon. It has sat on the shelf for months and months, but finally the day has come to be taken to task.
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