Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts

Sunday, September 30, 2012

I really need to update my blog...

... but so much time is spent on searching, reading, talking (online), when is there time to work? So I put the work first. Some day I will write more (or someone will write about me ;-)

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Oh, those Russians!

I have a small collection of Russian Academic drawings. The Russians and the Chinese kept to the Academic training tradition, even during the cultural revolution years. One can notice the discipline of training and the amazing results.
I start with scans from a book which is aimed at preparing future students for the admission at the Academy in Kiev. The drawings date back to the early 60s.


































Thursday, February 2, 2012

Nostalgia (feb 1st, 2012)

not so much a nostalgia for Kennedy himself (there's one Obama, he could do something) but a nostalgia for a time when people had guts and stood up for themselves. A president is a man with the people.
Drawn on the birthday of my Father (1923-2001)


Saturday, December 24, 2011

Achilles - a drawing I'm sorry I have to abandon

Someone said: a work of art is never finished, it's abandoned.
I worked 1 week on this one. The contemplation part is as beautiful as the drawing part. I stare at the page, then at the sketch, then at one detail, as they slowly emerge. And I wait, till I see another part becoming clear. And when version 1.0 is finished, 2 more days of staring, changing a line, a dot, using a magnifier to see where the paper fabric allows me to add or subtract a value. I never get enough of refining, changing until poor Achilles shouted: stop it, move on!
Achilles

 


Saturday, December 10, 2011

A Guy that Takes his Time


I don’t like rushing. At times I’m in a buzzing crowd and feel I’m standing in a time bubble: I observe the people rushing around me, texting, missing on things without knowing, just to catch up on other stuff they hope for.
That’s also true for some art. Though Rembrandt is not my most favourite, his drawings and paintings suck me into their time bubble: I slow down and observe, the more I look, the more I discover, the border between what is actually there and what my mind makes up blurs to a maximum.
I like drawing dark and in that dark a lot of life, quiet, secret, discreet, shy details that reveal a whole new world, if you take the time to discover it.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Back to school

There were times when drawing was studied in Academies very seriously. An artist student drew from casts, plates, reproduced the Masters, observed and drew live models. Lessons of art philosophy and aesthetics were part of the curricula. Sigh! (me a graduate of a Faculty of Fine Arts in Holland can tell you that we didnt get any of that)

I finally got my hands on a beautiful and rather rare book published by Charles Bargue in mid 1800s. "Drawing Course" is a collection of plates made by him and Mr Gérôme, in accordance with the high standards of the Parisian art schools of those days.
Im reading, Im looking, Im mesmerized! I started to follow this "course" and will probably not publish here any of my work until I feel there is something in my drawing artistry, whatever that might be, that has improved.