Tuesday 28 July 2020

Treasure Island

This was a lockdown challenge for the art class I attend. Design a cover. I decided on print because it seemed appropriate, and it gave me the chance to mess around with colour and type.

It seemed I was the only one who really remembered the book. I last read it 15-20 years ago as a bedtime story for my son. Some books work well when read out loud, while others don’t. Huckleberry Finn, for example, is great to read aloud, whereas Tom Sawyer isn’t. Anyway, Treasure Island is another good one.

I did a lot of drawings based on things I could remember, but in the end I decided on a picture based around landing on the island because it allowed me to fit in a range of characters and the island, and the ship. Though I am aware that I have taken some liberties with the story. I went for a fairly stylised design in the end, placing the “goodies” on the front cover with some leaves representing the island, and the “baddies” on the back with the ship.

I liked the idea of wood grain representing the sea and sky, and my first version was a single background blue. My teacher suggested adding another colour to give a horizon. My first try was rather too dark and brooding. Like they were rowing through a late Rothko. This version is much better I think.

Thursday 16 July 2020

Purgatory Returned

Herbert Art Gallery is creaking towards opening again, so I was called in to collect my artwork from the abandoned Open exhibition. Masked and gloved, I was met and escorted by a similarly attired young woman. Bit like attending a Bandit Convention. Anyways. I got my label as a souvenir.

Sunday 12 July 2020

Meditation 5: Brush

This one has been bubbling away in the background, but a friend's imminent birthday was the catalyst for me to actually do it.
I was shown how to handle an emulsion brush back in the mid-1970s. It is one of those skills I'm really grateful for. It stands beside cooking as one of those things one must do. No matter how grotty your environment, it can always be improved with a lick of paint. And then there's being in the zone. Thinking, acting, feeling. All one.

Wednesday 8 July 2020

13 Postcards: the original sketches (long post)

When the idea of this project occurred to me, I thought, “Is this achievable?” So I quickly scribbled down ideas for each postcard (each will have taken under a minute). When I’d done that, I felt there were enough ideas there for me to proceed with. So these were my starting point each day of the challenge. Some of the ideas fed pretty much directly into the final image, some I tweaked and altered and others I rejected and started again from scratch. But they were always the first point of call. So here they all are with some notes from me about where they came from and how they developed.

1. Inappropriate
This was originally a more in-your-face punk inappropriateness. Like the song, really. Revelling in its inappropriateness. But as I started thinking about the design, I thought that inappropriate was a middle-class notion. A kind of parent-to-child chiding for overstepping some social boundary. So the idea of the drunken uncle at a family gathering occurred. A kind of shudder of social embarrassment. Death can be a bit like that, can’t it?

2. Pretty please
I kept this idea of the bound-up head, but simplified it for the final image. I just kept the blindfold around the eyes and ears, the input-oriented senses. Because this one is about not wanting to know. I also moved Death around to the front, because he’s not having to sneak up.

3. I am an iceberg
My original idea was perhaps more literal than the one I went with in the end. But if Death is as big as an iceberg, then he’s going to be looming up on a ship. So it’s all a lot less personal. So that’s why I went for Death pushing someone through the ice. A much more personal, individual affair.

4. Castle in the woods
This one was always going to be a “damsel in distress”. It is very much the essence of the song – a sense of attraction, but also of being lured to your doom. A kind of Lorelei. Once you go down that route, the late 15th Century conical hat is the way to go. Only the scene shifted from the original sketch, from battlement to window.

5. Restart from zero
I was originally thinking of Death extinguishing a candle, with the horrified face of the person who was to be left in the dark. But the idea was a bit confused (as you can see). So my mind turned to the idea of childbirth as new start. And Death as gynaecologist – to remind us that sometimes one or both don’t make it.

6. Another dream
This rough sketch shows that I originally imagined Death waking the sleeper quite vigorously. But when working the idea up, I opted for a profile which seemed to lend itself to the sneaking-up-and-giving-a-poke idea. I went for the shadows against a window partly because I was being woken by rosy-fingered dawn at the time. So it’s kinda what my world was like.

7. Lobotomy
There’s an image from an old movie in my head of Peter Cushing (I think) drilling into the top of somebody’s head. That’s what informed this first rough sketch. The image was pretty challenging to execute. I ended up going wrong and starting again. Putting Deah in a white coat was my wife’s idea. It solves the problem of multiple layers of bones getting in the way of each other.

8. Night
This was quite a strong image in my head and translated pretty straightforwardly into the final version. I’d got the skull, the classical statue for the head, the mirror is one we got from a jumble sale aeons ago, and the hand was mine, drawn while waiting in the car.

9. Medusa
This one was probably the image I was struggling most with. I’d already done a Medusa, so needed to come up with something suitably different. And good. I just scribbled down some ideas for snake skulls and left it there. It was only when I was half way through the project and this one was looming that I got the idea for a Pieta. Death feeling sorry for Medusa and making the only promise he can, “I’ll come for them, too, when their time comes.”

10. Not a man
Death is one of those characters we generally refer to as “he”. But that doesn’t have to be the case, does it? My first imagining was of a Veronica lake type Death, but when I discovered that I would be doing this in the anniversary of Dani’s death, I decided to opt for something much more old-school. Went for late 18th Century in the end.

11. Please die
The song’s chorus starts, “Throw yourself out of the window”, so the image of somebody falling to their doom while Death looks on is an easy one to pick. The final image owes something to my comic-writing past. The kind of image Stan Lee would approve of.

12. Can’t breathe
This first version was more Death by strangulation. In the end I kept Death’s stealthy approach from behind, but opted for hand over mouth and fingers closing the nostrils. Death doesn’t always have to resort to violence, sometimes his version of the Vulcan Death Grip will suffice.

13. Vanity fair
The vibe of the song is quite carnivalesque, so I imagined quite a vigorous dance. A bit folk dance, hoe-down, maybe. But as I went along I was drawn more to ballroom. I was thinking waltz, then in later drawings it was looking more quickstep. In the end I moved Death’s leg so that it pointed outwards at an angle. This made it more a tango, and completed it for me.

It was accidental, or maybe because I let the thing follow its own logic, that Death arrived in card number 1 and finally gets his dance in card 13. I love that.

Sunday 5 July 2020

13 Postcards for 13 Songs: looking back on the challenge

Here’s a photo of them all together. In order from the top left:
Top row: Inappropriate; Pretty please; I am an iceberg; Castle in the woods; Middle row: Restart from zero; Another dream; Lobotomy; Night; Medusa; Bottom row: Not a man; Please die; Can’t breathe; Vanity fair.

I’m really glad I did this thing. I felt I was at a tangent to Warwickshire Open Studios. But that’s ok. I’ve got 5 years worth of their handbooks for the years prior to this one, and there’s nobody there who reminds me of me. So I knew. And I’ll put myself forward again next year, too. Even though I might be … inappropriate.

It’s been a project that has taught me a lot. About the power of having a creative binge like that. Feline wrote most of the songs for “Out” like that – one a day. It’s like all your senses become sharpened, and image-making grows inside you. Luckily I’m not an artist that goes in for a high degree of finish. It would drive me mad if I was.

Art is only art because it has a history, going back over the millennia. And this project also allowed me to tour my hinterland. I originally said “explore”, but “tour” is better. It’s more like one of those holidays where you roll up into a town – see the big sights – and on to the next. You know, “Today Munch is with us, and Gauguin. Hey guys!” If you’ve done the homework beforehand, you can feel them flowing through your hands.

And bones. I’ve got a book called “Anatomy for Art Students” published in 1915 that has been most helpful in understanding how skeletons fit together, how they are articulated. Didn’t always use the detail I’d gained, but its spirit is there.

I’ve come to the conclusion that we live in a much more nervous age than even my parents did. But we haven’t banished Death by not talking about him/her, or not making pictures. Having Death stalk amongst us is a counterpoint to life. Intensifies it. Makes it more beautiful.

Saturday 4 July 2020

Dance of Death: The video!

To round the challenge off, I've put all the postcards into a slideshow, along with all the proofs so the images "develop" somewhat. All set to the soundtrack of me reading my verses. ("Oh, please! Not that!" you say), Hope you like it.

Friday 3 July 2020

Postcard 13: Vanity Fair

Finished! Well, I say finished but I have grown the idea in my head that I should make all these into a book with the verses carved in blocks to show on the page facing each print. Well, that's the idea, though it's scaring me a bit right now.
And with this verse:

Go smooth your skin, go dye your hair.
Go chase your youth, lost long back. Where?
You duck and dive, what vanity,
To try to dodge your dance with me!

Death's final dance turned into a tango in the end. Strangely...appropriate. My original scribbles suggested a much more raucous affair. But as the series developed, this seemed to work better for my Death.
But then other influences came into play. Munch who was a big influence on the dress. And Gauguin's print, "Te Faruru" from which I took the position of the two heads and the draped arm. I also called on the team again to strike up the pose.
He dropped her, so is having to apologise. But I got this drawing in before the accident.
The first proof was over 90% of the work, so little change once I got the outline down.
And twelve of these printed.

Thursday 2 July 2020

Postcard 12: Can't Breathe

Postcard 12!! When I started this challenge, I thought it was achieveable. I'd got some rough ideas for most of the songs, and I'd previously done some postcard sized linocuts in a couple of hours. So. No worries, eh?

I've got one more to do with a couple of days to spare, so achieveable it was. But boy, am I tired. Some of them took longer than I imagined, and some of the designs changed considerably from what I'd originally thought. Getting up early helps, though. Ideal time of year for it.

Anyway, here's the postcard.
Back to the "double portrrait" like in postcard 2. I really like the variety this challenge has allowed.

Here's the verse for this one:

That hardly noticed rhythmic flow

Has stopped, and instantly you know.
Remove the panic from your face
And relax your bones for my embrace.

I've enjoyed writing these, too. The image and the verse and the original song all play off each other in my head. Hence the whole thing is more than just illustrations of the songs.

Anyway. Here are the proofs...

And 12 printed off.

Wednesday 1 July 2020

Postcard 11: Please Die


This one took quite a bit of effort. It could be the sheer act of having a violent image in your head and wanting to convey that in the execution. Quite tiring. For those of you of a nervous disposition, rest assured that the picture is *really* me gurning while holding a mirror over my head.

And here's today's verse:

Some wish for me upon a star
That I come soon to where they are
And take away in vultures guise
The source of blight that scars their lives.

Here's the original rough idea that occurred to me, then another getting closer to the final image.
And here are the various proofs showing how I cut the different parts. You can see that the background was there from the start, as opposed to other images where it developed as I cut the block.
And another 12 in the bag...