tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89719203248464297832024-03-05T05:42:11.192+00:00Confessions of a Wednesday PainterDominic Bradnum is an artist working primarily in oil paint. He creates striking paintings of neon lights. He paints on Wednesdays, and records his travails on this blog.Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-10034327671118912932014-08-08T11:14:00.001+01:002014-08-08T11:14:43.877+01:00Everyday TweeterWhen I took on a full-time studio space, I had hoped to re-commence this <i>Wednesday Painting</i> 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...<br />
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But at last, your dormant <i>Wednesday Painter</i> has been awoken. Or perhaps re-booted.<br />
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What I'm trying to say is that I've been posting occasional #workinprogress reports on my twitter account <a href="https://twitter.com/neonpainter">@neonpainter</a>, and you can follow it in the feed just over there in the column to the right >><br />
<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-60756851088531296162014-05-13T11:39:00.001+01:002014-05-13T11:42:01.765+01:00Wells Art Contemporary 2013 winner Solo Exhibition, 45 Park Lane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">I was so very busy with the practicalities of finishing paintings and the opening night, that I neglected to post about this: my first solo exhibition in London! </span><br />
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Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-91118420730555389632013-12-05T06:12:00.001+00:002013-12-05T06:12:56.787+00:00Christmas Artists Open Houses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I probably should have mentioned this. There is info over at my website <a href="http://www.dominicbradnum.co.uk/">www.dominicbradnum.co.uk</a>. We are open again this Saturday (7th Dec) and the following Saturday (14th Dec), 11am-5pm.</div>
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I won't be in residence this Saturday, but you will find me (hopefully) being productive in Studio 6 on the 14th.</div>
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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!<br />
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However, I did get to meet all the other lovely artists with whom I can now call <a href="http://www.blankstudios.org/">BLANK Studios</a> 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.<br />
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Feeling guilty about my non-productive Saturday, I headed back early Sunday morning to get a couple of hours' painting under my belt.<br />
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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:<br />
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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<br />
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This is the mess I left behind after all my churning and rooting around.<br />
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Goodbye window-less, ventilation-less loft, we've had some heady times - mainly due to the solvent fumes having nowhere to go...</div>
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By evening I had signed the contract and dumped everything at my new space at <a href="http://www.blankstudios.org/">Blank Studios</a> which occupies a converted end-of-terrace house in one of those, rapidly vanishing, liminal zones on the edge of Brighton and Hove.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-12502044912736154272013-10-16T18:42:00.000+01:002013-10-31T23:41:37.446+00:00Wednesday Painter: Slight Return[WEDNESDAY 16 OCTOBER 2013]<br />
I have returned. Slightly.<br />
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After paid work, I had 15 minutes to spare, and an itching* to get started with something new.<br />
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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.<br />
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And now I don't need to worry about 'blank canvas syndrome' when I return next time.<br />
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*the itching is related to the fact that I have <a href="http://dominicbradnum.wordpress.com/2013/10/11/first-prize-wells-art-contemporary-2013/">won a painting prize</a> 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.<br />
<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-20295762769705646702013-10-08T08:23:00.000+01:002013-10-08T08:23:17.477+01:00Wells Art Contemporary 2013Yes, I know it is Tuesday, and I know I don't very often grace this corner of the internet these days, but there is news: One of my neon paintings has been selected for the <a href="http://www.wellsartcontemporary.co.uk/">Wells Art Contemporary 2013</a> exhibition.<br />
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<a href="http://www.wellsartcontemporary.co.uk/">Wells Art Contemporary 2013</a><br />
11th – 19th October (open 10am-5pm)<br />
Wells Museum,<br />
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I've not been idle by the way. You can read of my current non-painting exploits here: <a href="http://www.dominicbradnum.co.uk/">www.dominicbradnum.co.uk</a><br />
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<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-5059858236257378472012-08-24T17:34:00.000+01:002012-08-24T17:34:51.683+01:00where have you been Wednesday Painter?Owing to various events and occurrences I've not been able to get to the studio over the past few weeks, and this looks likely to continue for a bit longer...<br />
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What I did find some time for was to photograph 3 canvases which have been selected for a forthcoming exhibition in Macclesfield (<a href="http://dominicbradnum.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/pop-print-stitch-exhibition-macclesfield/">more on the exhibition here</a>).<br />
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<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-42844940119724508422012-07-25T19:07:00.000+01:002012-07-26T19:08:48.571+01:00the taste of solvents[WEDNESDAY 25 JULY 2012]<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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...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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-47798942509186560892012-07-18T17:54:00.000+01:002012-07-26T18:48:33.577+01:00the keen eye of the Wednesday Painter[WEDNESDAY 18 JULY 2012]<br />
I had a couple of hours' paid work to fulfil this morning, but with this out of the way I set upon my first task: re-taking those photographs I took last week. The sky overhead is a blanket of silvery grey, so the light was right for some photos.<br />
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I am pleased to report that 'Home Sweet Home' still meets with my satisfaction, which gives me a number of choices of which canvas to werk on today. I've opted for the '...RUGS&...' deep red neon painting, which is in its early stages and will give me something to set my mind to. Just as soon as I have eaten lunch.<br />
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It is 2pm. Let the painting commence!<br />
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3 hours later, and to the untrained eye not much has changed. But to the keen eye of the Wednesday Painter the last traces of the original pencil sketch have been more or less covered over.<br />
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And now I must go, only 3 hours painting is better then 0 hours painting. And I will fit in a much longer session next week.Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-62882722429570422352012-07-11T19:50:00.000+01:002012-07-15T18:52:16.876+01:00a spring in my step[WEDNESDAY 11 JULY 2012]<br />
I spent much of this morning cursing the sunshine for visiting on the one day of this grey, wet and dreary summer on which I had decided to take some photographs. In the rare moments when a cloud drifted overhead I snapped off a few shots with varying degrees of success.<br />
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The photographs are for a batch of slides I plan to make in preparation for some new non-neon paintings.<br />
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Job more or less done, I returned to add (what will hopefully be) the finishing touches to 'Home Sweet Home': just a little extra deep red glow to counter the diminishing green effervescence and a lick of purest white to brighten key points to both colours of neon tube, and I think I am just about happy with it.<br />
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I walk with a spring in my step for the rest of the day and toil away at the big Le Corbusier canvas, darkening all the little windows and alcoves with some dirty, inky water, and wondering how I should go about speeding up and finishing construction werk.Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-27035285111940290382012-07-05T18:30:00.000+01:002012-07-15T18:32:03.315+01:00existential ponderings[THURSDAY 05 JULY 2012]<br />
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...<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-31946479384895775462012-06-27T13:21:00.000+01:002012-06-29T19:02:53.092+01:00the challenge[WEDNESDAY 27 JUNE 2012]<br />
I woke up this morning and I told myself "I will finish the morse code canvas today". This is my intention, and this is my challenge. I have a deadline to submit the painting for a competition this Sunday.<br />
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I begin in the loft, but very soon move the canvas outside, propped up on paint tins again. I flood the blackness with Phthalo blue straight from the tube, then lighten the glow where it should bounce back off the craggy crevice, using a soft brush to gently blend. I touch up the very edges of the crack with white to show the light glinting back off the rock. I dry brush a mid-to-light blue spilling out of the crack and leaking out onto the vertical rock surface. I take it too far on the top of the crack. I curse myself and take a break.<br />
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By the afternoon, threatened by rain, I have moved inside to the spare bedroom with the canvas stood on a box. I am in crisis. I have taken photos and looked at them on a computer to get a slightly different perspective. I find myself thinking I am not good enough to paint, that I should just give up. None of that thrill that I get when things are going well and the neon is singing to me. No, none of that. I sit and stare. I feel feverish with nervous energy, knowing that I need to get this finished today, and to my satisfaction. I drink a beer. Quickly... A decision: I turn the canvas upside down and knock back some of the over-exaggerated spilling glow with oil paint, charcoal, indian ink and water. Flip it back round and take another photo. It goes on like this until I feel I can do no more. Am I happy with it? I look back at the tiny dots and dashes of light: how about re-instating those little flares of light from each of them?<br />
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At some time just around 5pm I down tools. I cannot tell if it is good, but I need to take photos before the light goes. Maybe when I look at them tomorrow I will be happy with what I see, but for now I feel empty and just a little bereft. It has been a long day, and I leave the morse code canvas which shall henceforth be known as <i>Cry For Help 2.</i><br />
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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.<br />
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Time to take some risks and not be so precious over months of werk. Be brave Wednesday Painter, be brave...<br />
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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.<br />
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I certainly prefer the broader, freer brush strokes I can make as the glow spreads out from the nucleus.<br />
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I leave it for lunch and some internet procrastination.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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And then THUD! I dropped everything and rushed down the ladder to find the canvas face down in the dust and dirt.<br />
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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...<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-9408547027734484452012-06-07T19:38:00.000+01:002012-06-14T14:08:26.675+01:00hasty actions[THURSDAY 07 JUNE 2012]<br />
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.<br />
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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?<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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I leave a tired and satisfied Wednesday-cum-Thursday Painter.Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-50551244293642515482012-05-30T18:53:00.001+01:002012-05-31T15:19:54.538+01:00The painter's progress[WEDNESDAY 30 MAY 2012]<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-34897416500853155862012-05-23T19:20:00.000+01:002012-05-24T19:21:47.388+01:00let out a scream/let off steam[WEDNESDAY 23 MAY 2012]<br />
Last week I went to Paris to see a <a href="http://dominicbradnum.wordpress.com/2012/05/21/neon-neon-everywhere/">neon exhibition</a>, 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-49895636534879003742012-05-10T13:28:00.002+01:002012-05-10T13:28:52.684+01:00Calling CardsMy two regular readers (me and my mother), may remember a post back in <a href="http://wednesdaypainter.blogspot.co.uk/2010/06/return-of.html">June 2010</a> relating how, on a trip to Japan, I had begun to leave my business cards in various cities in the hope they would be found by unsuspecting members of the public.<br />
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I have continued this project intermittently since then, and most recently deposited cards at sites throughout Marseille. <br />
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You can read more about the ongoing project on <a href="http://dominicbradnum.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/calling-cards-project/">my new website</a>.<br />
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<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-79845581271705269162012-05-02T21:07:00.000+01:002012-05-10T11:39:07.402+01:00systematic painting & sub/conscious drawing[WEDNESDAY 02 MAY 2012]<br />
I have been away, did you miss me? No? Well I certainly missed my Wednesday Painting sessions, but I did get in a bit of brushwerk whilst at home, finishing a neon date painting to commemorate the wedding of an old friend [<a href="http://dominicbradnum.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/new-neon-commemorative-date-painting/">see here</a>].<br />
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So, what have I been up to today? I began with some 'Sub/conscious' drawing in the shed. I managed 6 in all, using a dipping pen and indian ink - this, it seems, is what lurks in the darker depths of my mind today:<br />
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Once I sat down in the studio, I picked up werk on the '...RUGS...' painting. During a break I had to rescue a bird from the evil family cat. The poor thing was terrified, so I took it somewhere quiet in the hope it would regain it's strength and survive. The cat has been locked in ever since.<br />
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UPDATE: The bird was not where I left it, and a spooked bird flew off as I approached, so hopefully it is okay.<br />
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Back to the shed to add a splash of colour to a few of the drawings...<br />
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And then on with the '...RUGS...' canvas: It's funny to me how systematic the early stages of these neon paintings can be - painterly but systematic, adding a layer at a time across the whole image, then back to the first letter for the next round. Soon I will have the groundwerk done though and I can get a bit more free and gestural with the brush.<br />
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<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-26084992998324634772012-04-13T18:42:00.000+01:002012-04-15T18:42:28.857+01:00Monday, Thursday, Friday Painting[FRIDAY 13 APRIL 2012]<br />
Bit of a mixed up/muddled up/shook up week (thank you bank holiday Monday!).<br />
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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.<br />
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At the studio I applied another layer to the new canvas:<br />
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Whilst at home I made progress with a secret painting that will be gifted to an old friend.<br />
<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-48086781932211559462012-04-04T18:58:00.000+01:002012-04-05T19:02:59.237+01:00Scrawlings and Rugs[WEDNESDAY 04 APRIL 2012]<br />
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.<br />
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[not sure where it came from, but at some point I was possibly thinking of <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0c7lPs6FdM7u8MkEDxMANSHy7i8SNfgUiEZ8HZr2HBh2PWeC7CDAqbMi6lEAUEmcGNcaVdxOU4tJfh6blyccY9aKxsIVLNGl1PWbXp-8bJ8d0aDZ57e34E5Sy5YYyQQxPDLDWDKZsZzA6/s1600/1258300089_b-01-1tubeway-army-replicas-picture.jpg">Numan</a>, 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]<br />
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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!<br />
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I ate some soup.<br />
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It was not Campbell's Condensed though.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<br />Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-22213866858623408172012-03-28T18:46:00.000+01:002012-03-29T17:48:47.789+01:00trials and tribulations[WEDNESDAY 28 MARCH 2012]<br />
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.<br />
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Somehow I have managed to make it through to lunch with very little of your actual painting being done. Oh dear me.<br />
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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...<br />
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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!<br />
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Apologies for the slight rant. I am now drinking warm, calming tea to help me back to werk.<br />
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Not much else to report today, I leave the studio feeling a bit ragged and spent, but with very little sense of satisfaction.Domhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600432703007613041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971920324846429783.post-37185981017158368612012-03-21T18:17:00.000+00:002012-03-23T15:18:47.031+00:00the residue of success[WEDNESDAY 21 MARCH 2012]<br />
A beautiful, early spring day. And what better way to spend it than holed up in a window-less loft space!<br />
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I began the day with a short stint of paid work, and then the time was all mine.<br />
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First, some email and internet errands and posts.<br />
Second, I mounted a couple of slides for a new secret date painting.<br />
Third, I marked out the date in a swish Art Deco font.<br />
Fourth, I went back on the computer.<br />
Fifth, I ate lunch.<br />
And finally I was ready to paint.<br />
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<u>The continuing saga of 'Home Sweet Home'.</u><br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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'.</div>
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And that is me pretty much done for the day. See you next week.<br />
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