Friday, 22 June 2012
RP
Friday, 15 June 2012
On Gary's request..
I have avoided in the past talking about painting let alone posting pictures but as Gary from down under has requested here is my rejection from the Threadneedle:
I was lucky enough to have a small on accepted which I am delighted at. I am not posting that one - you'll have to go to the Mall for that. This is 50 x 40 inches and took me an hour or two. By the way I think I said something derogatory about the Threadneedle taking 4 years to go trendy but it has been pulled right back in line and I would recommend any serious figurative painter to enter (keep your big mouth shut Brown!). While we're on the case, registration for the glorious NEAC Open Exhibition has opened. With the option to apply digitally this makes great sense for those further afield to now enter. Here's the link:
http://www.newenglishartclub.co.uk/exhibitions.asp
http://www.newenglishartclub.co.uk/exhibitions.asp
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
Sun and Rain: Olympic Torch and the River Pageant
On the 23rd May Summer came to Bath with the arrival of the Olympic torch. My painting elsewhere desperately needed sun so I was not there to join in the atmosphere of school children and parents and grandparents, etc.... lining the streets in anticipation. Apparently it was great. It marked the beginning of shorts and sandals and, for us, signing up to the local outdoor pool. After 2 days we never thought it would rain again and we started to worry about the garden and desperately tried not to say out loud:
"But it's too hot!"
I am currently trying my best to paint a commission for the Draper's Company of the pageant. I had decided on a view from London Bridge towards Tower Bridge. I had set up a lovely sunny day from there previously with lots of foreground space for the tall hips and the relevant boats to stick in from sketches on the day... but sun did not happen so on the morning of the pageant I set off at 4am and got to London Bridge at 6am to set up a rainy scene. After weeks of being very apprehensive I had put myself in a positive state of mind and was up for it. When I'd parked up and arrived at the bridge I was faced with three yards next to the balustrade cordoned off, guarded by those fluorescent jackets. A deep breath, a smile and my best attitude was not good enough:
"Just an hour,.. half an hour,.. in and out and I'll be gone..."
I was pleased that I did not shout at him and took my temper out on the security fence when no one was looking later on (a small kick - oo Pete). I painted what I could from behind the fence - the top three feet of the masts and the balustrade while I watched them put plastic seats out for the nobs and the media. I did not find the watercolour jokes and the 'put me in it' jokes funny for that hour and in the end I left to paint a pageant unrelated wet street in Borough. 2 Hours later I'd calmed down and drove to Lambeth to do a tiny quick sketch of the building crowds on the embankment before going to a concrete pontoon at Battersea under the kind invite of Melanie and Mark 'The Organic' who live on the craziest catamaran houseboat I have ever seen! There were lots of people there with food and fancy dress invited by various residents and the atmosphere was great. We heard cheers from crowds over the river watching the big screen and I worked on a 10 x 15 looking at Vauxhall bridge with the great heights of the Shard disappearing into mist behind. The boats were great and the colours, I thought, better on a grey day than a sunny one. My depiction of the boats consisted of dots and splodges. My companions, Jonathan and his son Ludo were great company and Jonathan's knowledge and commentary on the passing boats it seems far exceeded that of the BBC who apparently banged on in the usual show biz obsessed style. When most had passed we drove up to London Bridge so that I could catch the tall ships at last from the bridge but the commoners were still forbidden from the view. Jonathan and Ludo went off to get a closer look at the queen and I found a great view looking over that slated ground around the 'Crash Helmet' looking towards London Bridge. Whether the painting comes to anything we'll see. The firework volley off the top of Tower Bridge was a great surprise and in the following seconds the smoke engulfed everything as the bridge disappeared. I was quite calm now getting steadily soggier and people chatted to me about their day and where they'd come from and it was lovely. My companions phoned to say they were off as Ludo who'd done so well was tired and wet and shortly after wetting my pants laughing at the lady in her union flag dress singing in the rain as she danced through the water feature 30 yards to my right I packed up and squelched back to the van. I drove home in bare feet warmed by the heaters ironing out the soggy wrinkles and at 10.30 shared some crisps and a glass of wine with Lisa before sleep - ahh lush!! I am not too sure quite how to proceed with the commission and as I sit here I am debating whether to drive up on the off chance that the tall ships have not left but I reckon they probably will have..
A great weekend though confirming my belief that people are good natured (excepting the odd knackered artist at 6am on a rainy morning at London Bridge) complete fruitcakes!
"But it's too hot!"
I am currently trying my best to paint a commission for the Draper's Company of the pageant. I had decided on a view from London Bridge towards Tower Bridge. I had set up a lovely sunny day from there previously with lots of foreground space for the tall hips and the relevant boats to stick in from sketches on the day... but sun did not happen so on the morning of the pageant I set off at 4am and got to London Bridge at 6am to set up a rainy scene. After weeks of being very apprehensive I had put myself in a positive state of mind and was up for it. When I'd parked up and arrived at the bridge I was faced with three yards next to the balustrade cordoned off, guarded by those fluorescent jackets. A deep breath, a smile and my best attitude was not good enough:
"Just an hour,.. half an hour,.. in and out and I'll be gone..."
I was pleased that I did not shout at him and took my temper out on the security fence when no one was looking later on (a small kick - oo Pete). I painted what I could from behind the fence - the top three feet of the masts and the balustrade while I watched them put plastic seats out for the nobs and the media. I did not find the watercolour jokes and the 'put me in it' jokes funny for that hour and in the end I left to paint a pageant unrelated wet street in Borough. 2 Hours later I'd calmed down and drove to Lambeth to do a tiny quick sketch of the building crowds on the embankment before going to a concrete pontoon at Battersea under the kind invite of Melanie and Mark 'The Organic' who live on the craziest catamaran houseboat I have ever seen! There were lots of people there with food and fancy dress invited by various residents and the atmosphere was great. We heard cheers from crowds over the river watching the big screen and I worked on a 10 x 15 looking at Vauxhall bridge with the great heights of the Shard disappearing into mist behind. The boats were great and the colours, I thought, better on a grey day than a sunny one. My depiction of the boats consisted of dots and splodges. My companions, Jonathan and his son Ludo were great company and Jonathan's knowledge and commentary on the passing boats it seems far exceeded that of the BBC who apparently banged on in the usual show biz obsessed style. When most had passed we drove up to London Bridge so that I could catch the tall ships at last from the bridge but the commoners were still forbidden from the view. Jonathan and Ludo went off to get a closer look at the queen and I found a great view looking over that slated ground around the 'Crash Helmet' looking towards London Bridge. Whether the painting comes to anything we'll see. The firework volley off the top of Tower Bridge was a great surprise and in the following seconds the smoke engulfed everything as the bridge disappeared. I was quite calm now getting steadily soggier and people chatted to me about their day and where they'd come from and it was lovely. My companions phoned to say they were off as Ludo who'd done so well was tired and wet and shortly after wetting my pants laughing at the lady in her union flag dress singing in the rain as she danced through the water feature 30 yards to my right I packed up and squelched back to the van. I drove home in bare feet warmed by the heaters ironing out the soggy wrinkles and at 10.30 shared some crisps and a glass of wine with Lisa before sleep - ahh lush!! I am not too sure quite how to proceed with the commission and as I sit here I am debating whether to drive up on the off chance that the tall ships have not left but I reckon they probably will have..
A great weekend though confirming my belief that people are good natured (excepting the odd knackered artist at 6am on a rainy morning at London Bridge) complete fruitcakes!
Monday, 30 April 2012
This can go in the '??' box with Economics..
..That's floods and droughts. "Rivers are full but there's no water in the ground"??
I'm afraid "all weather Pete the street" has been in the studio for the last week or so dodging the rain.
Today though I was in Chelsea painting Chelsea and Albert Bridges in glorious sun (and wind and those itchy bits from plane trees that go in your eyes).
The Lynn Painter Stainers Prize was great. I need to find more Bollinger sponsored events. There were several sponsors and prize winners thanked that night but the biggest cheer of the evening proceeded the word 'Bollinger'. It really did flow and there were hundreds of people there!
Encouraged by that anyway I thought I'd break from Cardiff and have a go at a studio mantle piece picture for the Threadneedle Prize (yes another one - but they are great fun and the control you get in the studio compared to windy embankments..!). I already have a quirky perspective long thin one and am working on a 50 x 40 inch one square on (I have a 50 x 40 frame begging).
Last week was however was not quite as smooth as I'd hoped - at least the painting wasn't. The mighty George Devlin had his latest wonderful show opening at the Portland Gallery. George very kindly decided to invite the 'India Boys' to join him and other family and friends for a meal after his PV at the Chelsea Arts Club. 10 days I was in India eating everything I should not from street food to egg curries. My intestines were never happier. One delicious meal in Chelsea and the liquid could not leave my body quickly enough from every available hole for two days!
Anyway after my day in the sun in London I'm back to the mantle piece for a couple of days. I'm hoping that it'll be near done this week but I know I shall fiddle for ever.
Family news: Ned (3 years old) has taken to falling to sleep to radio 3 in his room at night.
Motor news: The TR6 goes to Acton on 10th May for a rebuild of diff mounts. I have this plan to take Ned up and spend a day in London with him but the jealously amongst his siblings may just be too much.
I'm afraid "all weather Pete the street" has been in the studio for the last week or so dodging the rain.
Today though I was in Chelsea painting Chelsea and Albert Bridges in glorious sun (and wind and those itchy bits from plane trees that go in your eyes).
The Lynn Painter Stainers Prize was great. I need to find more Bollinger sponsored events. There were several sponsors and prize winners thanked that night but the biggest cheer of the evening proceeded the word 'Bollinger'. It really did flow and there were hundreds of people there!
Encouraged by that anyway I thought I'd break from Cardiff and have a go at a studio mantle piece picture for the Threadneedle Prize (yes another one - but they are great fun and the control you get in the studio compared to windy embankments..!). I already have a quirky perspective long thin one and am working on a 50 x 40 inch one square on (I have a 50 x 40 frame begging).
Last week was however was not quite as smooth as I'd hoped - at least the painting wasn't. The mighty George Devlin had his latest wonderful show opening at the Portland Gallery. George very kindly decided to invite the 'India Boys' to join him and other family and friends for a meal after his PV at the Chelsea Arts Club. 10 days I was in India eating everything I should not from street food to egg curries. My intestines were never happier. One delicious meal in Chelsea and the liquid could not leave my body quickly enough from every available hole for two days!
Anyway after my day in the sun in London I'm back to the mantle piece for a couple of days. I'm hoping that it'll be near done this week but I know I shall fiddle for ever.
Family news: Ned (3 years old) has taken to falling to sleep to radio 3 in his room at night.
Motor news: The TR6 goes to Acton on 10th May for a rebuild of diff mounts. I have this plan to take Ned up and spend a day in London with him but the jealously amongst his siblings may just be too much.
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
A new superlative..
I have been painting in Cardiff recently. The day before yesterday I was congratulated on a small oil of Bute Street (people are so polite) 'That's SMASH that is!".
'Smash' - I like it. So we can add that to 'proper', 'well good','bad', 'heavy', 'do' (pronounced do and not doo) and the most popular 'sick'.
'Smash' - I like it. So we can add that to 'proper', 'well good','bad', 'heavy', 'do' (pronounced do and not doo) and the most popular 'sick'.
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Enough chocolate
We've had a good blast this Easter and I've not painted since Good Friday!! Just the odd sketch book hit. I think I start work for the Cardiff show today so I'm over the Severn Bridge. At least that's the plan.
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