September 24, 2017

Maple Leaf and Something Else


I started on an oil a few days ago, painting these sparkling things. Apart from maple leaves, the work might contain just anything that comes to my mind. The weather has been quite moist and grey. It doesn't encourage painting outdoors, so I think that I'll keep bringing small sparkling pieces of Autumn in as long as they're out there, one leaf at a time. And see what happens.

One might not believe that the same person made this too:


It belongs to the same project as last week, the Restless Eggs (q.v.). I've done a lot of other things too but those were for money and can't be shown to you, at least not yet (sadly, some of it was good).

What do you think it is? I rest my case.

September 17, 2017

Restless Eggs

For a work that I just Might finish, if I feel like it, drawing on free associations, old and new.


We're going to have an entire omelet of these. (This time, as you see (far right) I do some rough outlines which I then smear with electric paint. We're cloning the eggs.)


Hens that may roam outdoors lay brown eggs, or so I am told, so I suppose they're happy.

September 10, 2017

Lady of the Castle Ruins



I admit, I confess -- this might remind one very much of certain work by Dalí, Ma femme, nue... (link) etc. etc, a very long title. My take, however, is also inspired by the Castle Ruins of Borgholm, Öland, Sweden -- where the nature is rather wild and harsh, yet mild and green... some of which you may hint here. At least I've made some Blue Chicory, which this narrow island has quite a lot of.


Sadly. Dalí never got around to try drawing with a digital pen, especially not in combination with colouring with some collage made up of (heavily distorted) footage from the spot. I wonder what Maestro had done with it. Or perhaps he would've gone into developing surreal games too? One never knows. I'd love one with melting watches.


September 03, 2017

Pianosaur

I'll go on with the thingy of previous week some other day. My back still hurts from carrying a piano yesterday, portal but barely so.


And here's the sweet songbird. Being a dino is risky, one might go extinct at any time and then it's good to carry a trusty songbird.



August 27, 2017

Box Sales, Work in Progress



I've got as far as adding some watercolour to the ink. Might be cherry tomatoes. Another colour would yield another taste. Sadly, we only see in a small spectrum of light; ah for the sweet taste of ultraviolet, mellow gamma or peppery infrared! -- but this is what I use...


Carefully labelled and sorted, as you see. Still much to do. The original Ink:


Some greenery. The plant simply happened to be in the garden where I happened to be. And as for the meaning of it all...


...I won't refuse to tell you this week. I might refuse to tell you next week, when I hope to be finished. See you!



August 20, 2017

Worker Ant, a sad little Drawing

One should always evolve, or at least try out new things now and then. So this little thing is more naïvistic than some of my other output -- the thoughts behind it less so...


The ant happened to get dressed a little queer. Perhaps a progressive society of ants told it that one may become what one wants. But it is still an ant, and all the day long it does whatever ants are supposed to do.


Way down through both antennae there may be some queasy feeling that something is Dead Wrong, just wonder what it is. But ants don't get to think that much and are sadly inefficient whenever such questions arise, tired as one might be after yet another nine-to-five. And the rest of its society sees little need to evolve artistically or in any way, they're already ants and that's the finest thing there is:
"Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise".


The details are better in the final rendering than in the first -- made on an iPhone (with glass beginning to crack very much too!). But it wasn't possible to keep its freshness, its immediacy (it never is) in the last version. So it goes. And now my antennae are twitching.



August 13, 2017

Bottle-Cottage-Temple-Thingamajig

This is yet another Do-It-Yourself. The Meaning of this is no more settled than freshly delivered Ikea furniture, all odd bits and ends are probably included but it's anybody's guess What goes Where and Why. So, what do you think it is? I see...


...a bottle with angels swarming around it...
...turning into a dilapidated Swedish cottage, which turns into...
...a temple of sorts.
That is, if you read from left to right, which one doesn't do in all cultures or languages. In the other direction we have a temple turning into a cottage that longs to get bottled. During a sleepless night in the company of Wikipaedia, the source of all mostly-somewhat-right knowledge, I read a bit about Korean, which orders its clusters of letters both horizontally and vertically according to precise but intricate rules... Do read this sketch in just any direction that you fancy.


There's a curious little parade of the Woodheads marching from the buildingamajig too. The Woodheads have been in my paintings since 2010 or so. They seem to enjoy doing something that their woody minds find very important. I suppose that they always do.











August 06, 2017

Fantasy with Flowers and a Hut Pyramid

Very much what the title above says; a tired little sketch made between "drawing for the pot" i.e. artistic chores made for a living. Here goes:


There's a Someone happy flying/riding a Something too...


Last but not least, as for the "Hut Pyramide"... it's from a very old daydream of mine; small houses, or even huts, piled on each other to make something great and pyramidal. It probably means something. Some day I might get to know what ...Never disrupt a daydreamer.



July 30, 2017

Academical Mummy Unfurling



Yours sinc. hasn't had much time for his own art this week. I've been busy making some art on demand that I, sadly, can't show to you, at least not yet. But another assignment happens to be helping out with an academical composition, checking grammar and improving its flow on the whole. And I remember how entangled one could get back in one's own student days, being hopelessly ensnared in words and phrasing, editing and changing until everything was a perfect muddle. And, well, then you feel like this... How the mind could drift away 'til nothing remained of the Academical Mummy... Voilà. Those were the days. I had excellent help then, though, and I hope to be the same.

July 23, 2017

Oily Vertical Mischmasch; finished

Well, I've finished this rather vertical oil on a natural canvas (gesso'ed but not whitewashed) and might do better by letting it speak for itself. It is a jumble. Isn't life also?


The last details: Some kind of village, Spanish colonial style? -- made its way on the flowerpot. Why not. Why not Anything, Dearies. I remember it from Southern California (Santa Barbara, actually). I remember those houses had "bird stoppers". And hummingbirds fluttering outside. Perhaps I simply long to go Somewhere Radically Else.


July 16, 2017

Another Frog in Oil, as Company

There has been much on my mind and progress on the oil (see last week) is slow. But at least I've added some company to the frog that I mentioned.


It's an elegant amphibian for sure; might remind one a little of Mr. Toad in The Wind in The Willows. I don't know why they dress up like this. I think they will go croaking at a party. They might even be a little jumpy about it (sorry...) I wonder what a frog party is like? -- Your turn. What do you think they're doing?

They seem to like having found company anyway, in some tentative way.
(It's not easy being green, I guess.)


July 09, 2017

Frogs in Oil

...or rather, just one little froggie right now. I've had a little go on that oil painting that has been lying fallow since March this year.


It's a nice green frog, perhaps a "red-eyed tree frog" -- one of the two different species bearing this name (Wikipedia knows it all). Perhaps it's a crossover of mine. I don't think it's very worried about it. And it has such a nice scarf, or tie... Below you may see where it is situated in proportion to the rest of the painting:


I wanted to do a companion to our lonely little froggie but got no further than the head -- then it started to rain. So it goes. Ribbit, ribbit.

July 02, 2017

Burdens

One of those who proposed this title in h*self became a burden; proving how prophetic subconscious painting can be. I really don't know why I insist on existing. What makes you tick, Madam, Sir, what's your reason? While I find my reason diminishing gravely --


For the moment being it's being good at what I'm doing.


But I feel less and less so.


The usual closeups for no reason at all.

Why does one draw at all?



Please tell me. The World and its Idiots remains vs. remain the same.


June 25, 2017

Signs of Summer...

...or at least one sign: I just had to give the marina (that asked me to do something in front) a little surprise. Something simple and summery on the back...


...with a sun in gold, goes well with the ornament around it, I think. The other colours are really meant for giving life to models, scale this and that (Ford Model T! A Spitfire! The Titanic!) (iceberg not included) -- so I hope that they'll stick for a while, being outdoors and all. There happened to be a lot after years of, well, model building. Mostly by father.



The letters on the other side were something of a nuisance but I didn't feel like covering them up. Too much effort. Otherwise everything went swiftly. I am constantly amazed that, for instance, a grey horizontal stroke hoovering above some thick vertical dash becomes a sailor when seen from a distance. (I hope that you can unsee the trickery now...) In a way, that's surreal too.

Finally, from the front. (Yes, it says "Welcome".) Father, the model builder, helped me getting the front done on time and it looks too well for further additions. One wants to enjoy summer instead. Sailing or so.


June 18, 2017

Shameless Advertising and Sketchwork

Dear readers, I'd very much like to have you taking a look at Etsy, where I have print-it-yourself posters for sale. (Yes, this was a link to the place where they're sold; just a few weeks remaining.)

Yours sinc. has been doing some work for money that sadly can't be shown to you; copyright and all that jazz. And while the work of the previous week isn't forgotten there has been little energy left for it. So I'll have to show you something else...

I don't know if there's any term in English for movies that merely move slightly; mostly stills but also some movement at times? It started out as a full novella that I never got around to illustrating completely, which I very much wanted to do (remnants might be found throughout this blog). Then I tried to make an animated movie -- took too much time. Presently I am heading for a slightly animated comic strip, something that looks good but isn't too demanding to draw. If possible. There would be music too.


Here we saw an artist dragging a portfolio. Sort of me but still not.


And well, this would be another scene. Working title: Selling Paintings, a surreal tale based on a few harrowing days when this naïve Whoever-I-was-back-then tried to do that. All over the town... And well, the weird things that happened then more or less made me a surrealist. I got to see the Shrinking Gallery, the Gallery With the Perpetual Waiting List, the Somewhere Else Gallery... You get the point. They were all hopeless. In a very interesting way. I might exaggerate a little. But not very much.

June 11, 2017

Odd Couple Engaged in Some Mysterious Activity


From a work in progress.


I've been informed that the creature riding on top is a Gnork and the other one is a Myrf. They are up to something, and they aren't alone. There seems to be several... -- You may take a nap to ponder this while I add a few technical notes. -- We are emulating fading ink on tinted paper, or perhaps the red chalks that were popular during the Renaissance (da Vinci and Michelangelo did some beautiful things with it). The filling colours had to be mild and not too far from those hues so that they didn't disturb the mellow lines playing (they don't want to be square and straight, they want to have fun.) -- You may wake up now. --


'Ere we go round the... well, there's no mulberry bush yet. Or anything. The other couples will become as absurd as the first one, I'm sure. Perhaps they're busy doing some kind of ritual. Or... they are manufacturing something pointless-that-must-not-be-questioned --- so many people do. I am sure there's some grave punishment, cruel and unusual, if indeed you would get going counter-clockwise into your head. Speaking of which...

Some day it would be interesting to see how 9 to 5 alters the brain in the long run; in what ways our synapses have been deformed, how our neural paths must entangle and how seriously the signal substances have decayed due to this unnatural behaviour. But I digress.

June 04, 2017

Trump Leaving Paris (Visual Sarcasm)



I can think of one objection and one objection only for not portraying, or rather, caricaturing Trump. It’s too easy. Huge buffoons are already caricatures in themselves, and there are little that drawing people can do to improve them -- only Hitler has been easier. A certain Miss thinks that he looks legoish now, I thought rather Sponge Bobish, but it doesn't matter: Add a yellow wig on orange idiosyncrasy, and you're there.


We see this misplaced president leaving Paris after terminating the agreement to save our planet, how sweet. I've had bitter fun with the details; poison, oil leakage and how we're all kept hostage as Earth has a madman at the helm.


Would you like a copy? Not that it feels as important right now, but I'll let you download one at Etsy (it's not very dear, follow this link) for printing. Could be used as a decorative piece of reminder or so. Voilà.

May 28, 2017

A Few Lines

From my semi-vacation, with borrowed scanner (and very quirky web w. googlish paranoia in the way -- I said many ungooglable things) -- a few lines. Ink on paper. My dear Ms. J. thinks that it looks sad somehow. Are they tearing each other apart? Or maybe trying to stitch it together? Only you can tell.


And what are they? A few colours might make the scene clearer, and we'll see if I can get back to it. Or perhaps we just want to wander around the lines without undue explanations standing in the way.


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