02 November 2014

Notebook #3

"Admiralty Arches" Sunset in Trafalgar Square. 8"x10"

I counted them. I surpassed 100 sketches of London in 3 months.  That is two notebooks full. Plus a dozen oil panels and a few larger watercolors.  Now the question is : Where am I going to put all this? No, the real question is how does the future look, at all?  It really sucks the life out of anything to be in this constant flux, in a shared flat, away from my husband,  yadda yadda,...my usual complaining.
For now, I am cracking open an new notebook and a set of newly purchased waterbrushes.


"Trafalgar" 8"x10" oil

Some new ideas about how to best portray London might materialize soon. Not sure how.   London seems  very much a city enamored with change, migration, construction... everyone seems a bit unhinged and in motion not quite inhabiting but aspiring, maneuvering, rushing, comparing and tightly dressed for battle.  This is capitalism's cradle for a reason. Pragmatic yet beautiful yet frothy and troubled in patches. And  I  don't think I have captured that yet in my paintings but I can see the idea rearing its head.  No promises. May be it is me projecting all this on the mobs that seem to besiege every venue at all times. No wonder exclusivity is big business....

"Carousel at the Natural History Museum" watercolor sketch
 The weather has been unseasonably warm. Not that it matters,  I was gainfully trapped at work. However, I did manage to get what looks like the last sunny afternoon and head to Abbey Road (a friend who will never outgrow the Beatles "requested" I do so) and painted the scene -sans posers-. The extra perk was that Alma-Tadema's house was also in the vicinity.

"Abbey Road" with the crossing made famous by the Beatles. 8"x10" oil
 My circle of artist acquaintances has expanded. The weather has melted the excuses of even the laziest plein air painters and the Brass Monkeys group has been substantially attended. Now I am looking forward to the winter outings. Besides the protean Rob Adams, I've met Dan Wrighston, Pauline Canessa Hazelwood, Terry Preen, Chris Burdett, Julian Lovegrove, Robbie Murdoch, Natalie Stewart Clark and I'm sure I forgot others, plus the people on Facebook I've been corresponding with.

Brass Monkeys gathering in Trafalgar Square.


"Cetaceous wonders" watercolor. Natural History Museum.

It's hard to keep up with all the wonderful exhibitions in London. Hell,  I'm getting a museum membership or I'll go broke, not sure if the Royal Academy (the Moroni show is so juicy), the Tate (The members only room has such nice views) or the National Art Pass. Right this moment there are some choice shows  with "Late Rembrandt" leading the charge at the National Gallery; "Moroni" - a very intriguing and incredible artist- at the Royal Academy , Egon Shiele's "Radical Nudes" at the Courtauld... Since my sweet parents were so incredibly nice to come visit me last weekend, I booked three tickets for viewing "Late Turner" at the Tate with them. Turner's marine and whaling paintings are something else, atmospheric and swirly, romantic. He was a concept artist before we knew what concept artists were, making up landscapes as he went along, taking trips all over Europe in search of the sublime and then leaving everything open, ambiguous and unfinished.

On a side note, "Mr Turner", the movie by Mike Leigh was painful to watch.  The photography and production design were great including the cg "Temeraire' and the recreation of "Varnishing Day" at the Academy.  Those elements make the movie worth seeing. The actors did a great job as well , even all the growling by Spall (Turner) which gets tiresome, we get it, he is  a blue collar bloke. But the whole 'beast /poet' message wore me down and that was clearly the director's doing as well as the "see a train, paint a train" bits. Ruskin as a prancing queen was neither funny nor in tune with the rest. And any  time Turner decides to paint, he  either has a heart attack or  his neglected wife appears or  he offends Constable or he is all spit and scrub.... I guess painting is really not all that cinematic per se.

Ok, that was a long side note. But still on the subject of Turner and his whereabouts dad, mom and I  also visited Richmond which was relatively calm and quite charming. It as also full of surprises like Mick Jagger's house, the remains of Richmond Castle in which grounds we saw the artist studio pictured below and the strange fact that if you see people dressed in riding boots, boiled wool jackets and other accoutrements suitable for what could be considered quintessential landed gentry out of a Woodehouse novel, they are probably moneyed Spaniards -or similar-  trying to fit in (and cluelessly failing).


Sketch of the Thames as it passes by Richmond

This is an artist studio! We saw a woman painting inside. Dream on!



14 October 2014

A London collection.

As October rolls in with a chill  and some rain, my days of leisurely picking a painting spot are over.  More gear and preparation are required in this urban weather. Every weekend I look forward to explore this city and its amazing views as the leaves turns to golden. Oh yes, it remains a pain in the rear to live in a rented room with no access to a work space,  the work schedule at the film studio leaves no time for the most basic chores and then, there's the crowds.... Who needs sleep? I do.

Whitechapel, a street that on Saturdays could very well be somewhere in BanglaDesh or Pakistan.

And despite it all,  I'd say I am gathering a decent collection of plein air sketches. They are all 8"x10" because that's the size of the carrier I built. Two of them are on their way to collectors in the USA. One watercolor found a home here in London  and other people have expressed interest. Not bad for a weekend warrior.


"limehouse basin". I like the direct no fuss approach which not surprisingly, came after seeing a Matisse painting at the Courtauld gallery. I could not get it out of my head.
In London, as long as you remain in the urban sprawl, a trolley might be more useful than a backpack to carry things around as I've discovered. Other improvements I've acquired this October: a jacket. In Los Angeles I painted in short sleeves all the time. Here, that's just silly..

As I mentioned in a previous entry the best subject matter in London as far as I can tell :  a) The sky, b) The river Thames in all its glory c) All the rest. When in doubt, look up or head to the water. The architecture is phenomenal all around even when the colors tend to be muted. Early morning is probably the best time to set out to paint.

"Tower Bridge". I dare say Monet was the reference of choice on this one. 



"Greenwich street" Sun drenched this time. SOLD
The passers-by have been nothing but nice, well, with the usual exceptions of the drunk guy dismissing my lack of realism or the Chinese lady insisting I comprehend what she says..in Chinese.

One funny thing, the Brits seem to have a thing for accuracy, precise drawing and careful technique. Also, watercolor occupies a higher rank here than in the U.S.,   by a long  stretch. Even the casual observers feel the need to point out and search for details I might have missed or miss-observed. One guy asked where did I see pink in the sky (he seemed satisfied with my mumbled answer: something about "vibration of color"). Another was surprised I considered a painting done.  I hadn't added numbers to a clock  in the church tower.  Almost 50% asked me for my card or number. Only one gentleman actually called back but the call ended in a sale.

"Waterloo Place" A watercolor done in haste after a whole lot of rain allowed the sun to come out splendidly.

Sketching also has deep roots here. I've seen others do it. You could look at people all day and never tire of drawing. If nothing else, every artists visiting London should have a sketchbook at all times. Museums allow sketching as well even if it has to be with dry media. The city urban furniture is a bit lacking in benches but there's coffee shops galore.

Vauxhall train station sketched from a Starbucks, a much maligned coffee chain. 


And of course there are the museums which would require a few blog entries each. From the incredible Wallace Collection to the Courtauld Institute, from the Royal Academy to the Soane Museum...it never ends. Most are free but the temporary exhibits will cost you a pretty penny.
Anselm Kiefer, Turner, Constable and Egon Schiele are some of the blockbuster shows on view. 


My sketchbook at the Royal Academy well appointed cafeteria.


Isn't it always fascinating when you go to a place and realize that the native artists of the place were quite exact portraying their environment?  If you've seen early Flemish paintings you've seen the thin poplars, the bug-eyed pale women, the tight lips...and you'd think it's all the product of an artistic "style". Only when you get to Belgium, you notice the artists weren't making it up. Same with Italian, Spanish, French art. So when I painted this little study of the Syon House in Richmond, it struck me because it wouldn't look out of place among those English paintings of country states popularized in the XVIII century. Just add cows. My palette has become a lot cooler as well.

"Syon House from Kew" The Thames is the river in the front.

Mary Le Strand. A church in a traffic island. watercolor

06 September 2014

Some (light) advice to paint in London

I think it would be useful for anyone attempting to paint "en plein air" here in London to read a bit about my experience as someone that has painted elsewhere. I do not mean to cover the subject thoroughly but just share some thoughts on what is different ...if anything. Of course any native will have a lot more to say or will  disagree on the subject but here it is for what it is worth.

What to bring with you: London art supply stores cover most needs as far as oil paints,  brushes and mediums. However you simply won't find any panel carriers, not in the stores, not online, nowhere. So bring yours or use an alternative method of wet canvas transport. I made the mistake of not bringing my carrier so I had to improvise.

To the left, this is how I did it. Bought two cheap wood frames 8"x10" or 5"x7" , hinges and tape at B&Q which is the 'Home Depot of London'.  I hinged the frames. I later bought some velcro straps with loops at John Lewis which is the 'Target" of London (hobbies and crafts section) and tied the frames that way. You will need to always carry two canvases so as not to expose the painting. Obviously the boards have to be the same size as the frames fit. You snap the painting in the frame when you are done and go home.

 Here is the next caveat. 8"x10",5"x7" and 12"x16" board sizes are common both in the US and the UK. But all other standard sizes in the US are hard to find here. So you won't find many 11"x14" but plenty of 10"x14" and measuring canvas in centimeters is as common as doing it in inches. I suspect the rest of Europe bans inches altogether. So bring canvas boards  if you intend to come back with standard sized pieces.

On a side note, I like a store called "Atlantis" which is around Brick Lane. It is very large but it is not always well supplied. There is a lady at the counter which is an artsy type, she wears racoon make up, never smiles and talks in a whisper. In the U.S. she would be promptly sacked but I've come to like how insufferable she is. Oh well, London.  

What you will need: In the UK, it rains. In Los Angeles we don't know what "rain" means  but here it is frequent, random and unpredictable.  Let me say that again: unpredictable. You can blame the weather app that displayed a smiling sun behind an innocent looking cloud  all you want. You can trust your gut till the cows come home when the morning is radiant and not a cloud drifts in the air. You'll get soaked. Just when you though you had it all figured out..you'll find out London is humid so it can feel like Bali in summer,  London is freezing in winter and the rain doesn't stick to a top to bottom pattern. The winds can be insane.... it gets dark very early in winter...you get the picture. It's the weather you have to be ready for.
So, you will need to be ready with an  umbrella, proper shoes or boots, proper attire like a poncho and weather proof hat, a quick escape route and some choice curses. Also bring watering summer days.

The Thamesis. Plenty of subject matter.

London has great painting potential, no doubt. If it is sunny, there's almost nowhere you can't find subject matter.  It's heaven for watercolorists with its mix of greys and browns and lush rain day reflections.  However, London is busy. Sometimes it's "I can't breathe, where did all these Italians come from" busy. The subway at peak hours makes sardines look like they are at a dance hall.  So to put it simply, avoid the underground at those times. Avoid attempting to set up your easel in busy avenues. Predict if possible how and when someone or something will need that "tucked away piece of sidewalk" you found suspiciously empty. Act a bit shy for once. Travel light. Personal space is a luxury. Personal space plus backpack plus easel will get you snarls. Bring patience, it will be tested if you decide to paint the tourist spots.

Bring things that will supplement the lack of urban furniture and facilities. Did you know sketching with pencil is allowed in most museums including the National Gallery?  A folding chair is a good idea.  And you will definitely need to go to the loo before you leave for an extended period! London is not toilet friendly.

You won't need a car for London. You won't want a car.

What to paint: That's up to you but there is a pattern you will notice in everyone from Constable to Turner. It's the sky. There has not been a day since I arrived when the sky wasn't putting on a show.
Pack your emerald greens, your Payne greys and your colder tones as well. It's green here. It's atmospheric here.

There is no area of London devoid of subject matter. May be London is a big bank/shop  at its heart. Development is king and the city under permanent reconstruction has devoured many old buildings encasing them in all sorts of new construction, sometimes with unfortunate results. But there is plenty of charm left and even the new stuff offers interesting subjects like the unreal massive buildings in Canary Wharf or the glass monoliths that dot the skyline. Anywhere around the river is a good spot for starters. Greenwich offers astounding views of the river. The Tower Bridge does not have a bad angle. And on and on. Don't fret, this is a too-much-to-paint kind of place.

Another watercolor by the river.


And  then there's people. If you like people, costumes, faces, crowds...here is the rainbow with every race and creed and age imaginable. Londoners are not -particularly-  friendly and there are plenty of chatty loud drunks that could kill a horse with a sigh  but you will find those who approach you very appreciative of your efforts and very knowledgeable and they might even say what you do is so "clevah" which I love because "clevah" is the last thing I am. And as in America, they all want you "to paint them in" and think you make tons of money and they duck when walking in front of you and they have an aunt that paints. Some things don't change. 


16 August 2014

Leighton House.

Let others visit Sherlock Holmes Museum or do the Jack the Ripper midnight walk (I am booking it the minute someone joins me). I headed straight for Leighton House - the former residence and studio of Sir Frederic Leigton, a very succesful victorian painter that was quite the sensation in his time. The house.

sketch of the exterior which gives little clue of the Orientalist phantasy inside
The house  has been lovingly and painstakingly restored, someone might say re-created. Don't let that deter you. Even if you are not a devotee of Leighton's dismayed classicism, there is much to love in this residence. From the Arab Hall and its incredible decoration with Turkish and Sirian tiles to the enormous and well designed studio. All of which is in sheer contrast with Leighton's own spartan bedroom or the green expanse of the garden.  Plenty or artwork to admire, including Leighton's accomplished "natural" sculptures and a beautiful Millais "Shelling peas", a gift from one master to another. Millais succeeded Leighton as president of the Royal Academy of Art.

Narcissus Hall, inspired by Pompeian ruins.
I stayed virtually all day. Since photography wasn't allowed, I asked if I could sketch. They were not only very happy I wanted to sketch in fact but gave me a foldable chair. "Just not on the mosaic please".
Leighton wasn't necessarily an interesting character. Born into great wealth he was free to pursue his artistic career at ease. He stood out as an outsider because he was well traveled and didn't seem particularly  interested in following Victorian or even British (at the time) conduct standards. He never married which gave rise to speculations -well founded ones I'd say but he was very private and never hinted at any passions or private affairs in all his correspondence- and he was quite generous with artists friends and models.



The golden dome from the exterior.

But Leighton the artist is another matter. He certainly conformed to  classical ideals and his artwork emanates a quietude and elevation that keeps it a bit beyond reach. In that sense, he was an artist of the elite. His technique is exquisite as it is his draftsmanship. But again, he very much remains in an Olympic stupor. Even his studies and smaller pieces stay immutable in their perfection. I found his landcapes from Egypt, Venice and Algiers particularly beautiful and there is quite a collection of them in the house-museum.

Sketch of the Arab Hall.

The artist's studio was spectacular as it befits a celebrity artist of Leighton's stature. Very modern in its concept  and design, it would work perfectly well today. On display were his palette and his pigments, the best money could buy. It's pointless to reflect what would Leighton's career had been if it hadn't been softly cushioned by his upbringing.  One suspects his art would have dwelled much less in the ethereal mythologies he created...may be his considerable talent would have seen him through.  Who knows. I'm projecting again...but my suspicion is that he would have joined the pre-rafaelites. He was acquainted with their deeds and Dante Gabriel Rossetti visited the house on occasion.

Snuck a picture of Narcissus Hall
There is a lot I didn't know about this painter, his neighbors (other succesful artists of the Holland Circle -after the name of the street ) and the house. One can easily spend two hours of inspired learning here. Once the Tate Britain and the National Gallery are out of the way, I'd say this is a good use of an afternoon and 8 quid.
Studio. 1890


15 August 2014

London

I am in London now. It was actually a bit harder to relocate than I had braced myself for. Nothing is straightforward in a city that just happens to be booming while the rest of the world is still in a slump. I am just one more immigrant (albeit with a job lined up which makes a big difference ). That means I found a skyline dotted with construction cranes, sidewalks lifted and a wall of people everywhere. Every transaction from opening a bank account to  finding a room or adapting to my new whereabouts tested my resolve which was not too iron-clad to start with.

One thing that struck me immediately: There is a LOT to paint in London. And I mean, a LOT. Not only is there  a melange of buildings old and new set against dramatic skies -it's all about the skies in English landscapes- but there is an ocean of people of all colors and creeds and dresses and faces...just heaven for people watching. And the leafy greens, and the grey, and the browns, those dirty muted browns against the summer or the  lurid yellow of construction crews ...and did I mention the skies?

On a separate but essential note: If you plan to come paint plein air in London know this : a) It rains a lot, unpredictably, heavily, and coldly. b)  It'll be windy. c) They do not sell "panel carriers" in UK. People mostly use the "matchstick system, I'm told. d) Standard  board format sizes are both in the  metric system and in inches with 8"x10" a frequent format. Your favorite format from the US might not be available. For some reason they favor square formats.

So I start my blog with some sketches. Done in  a paper not suited for watermedia and hastily but still with the urgency of this new visual buffet.  Just to get acquainted to this new landscape. My palette has steadily but surely started to shift away from warm saturated tones, (reserved now for cloud rims and traffic lights)  and  towards cooler greys (Payne grey has become essential), cooler greens (emerald, I hardly knew yee), and toasty brick  brown.

Shadwell. My chosen neighborhood.

Sketched while taking care of Laundry.

The River Thames

Sketching the hipster crowd in Shoreditch

One of my first stops was to the "Making Colour" exhibit at the National Gallery, a show where you get to explore pigment through the ages. The exhibits include minerals, insects and roots but most importantly, the masterpieces where they ended up. Every room was dedicated to a hue with the notable absence of Black and White but the fascinating incorporation of Gold and Silver instead.


Another stop was the  BP 2014 Portrait Awards at the National Portrait Gallery , an impressive array of wonderful portraits done by a legion of talented artists. Most american artists will recognize awardi David Kassan. Spain was also proudly and magnificently represented.

Leighton's House in Kensington was an obligatory stop. But more about this wonderful place later.


02 July 2014

Going away.

Pfft.
 Where to start. So after 1 full year of official unemployment, my benefits are coming to an end. It's been panic after panic with depression settling in and a total lack of direction.  I've tried to keep up my painting and I'd say I was getting better and getting more opportunities but not "fast enough".
It didn't help that I forged ahead to try finishing my paralegal certificate - I am close but for 100 hours more of field work that I need.  I did a 12 week internship at the Federal Public Defender Habeas Unit (Capital cases)   - which I enjoyed - and kept taking computer graphics classes as a way to keep my skills on life-support. But.... a two-unemployed-people household is a place you don't want to be, trust me. Income is needed. Career changes can't take place in a vacuum and every piece of advice sounds as hollow as when you have a death in the family.

So when a job in London came up, I said 'yes'. Think about the consequences later.  And the consequences are heart wrenching. Most importantly, I'll have to be away from Armando and we are not happy.

But this blog is about art and its vicissitudes. 
I am more determined to paint than ever. And I'll do whatever it takes including stop painting to take a job in London. But this means some things needed to be taken care of:

 Sold my studio furnishings, my frames, my paints and even my easel to lighten the load on our household  while I am away and in case we need to do the "nomad" thing like so many of our former colleagues have done. I know it sounds paradoxical but I believe less stuff will help me focus.

My studio fire-sale.

Sold my art books. That was hard. 

Books now  gone. Inspiration comes from paintings.
Destroyed about 40 to 50 paintings that didn't cut it. I can't sell them because it wouldn't be fair to the people that have paid good money for the ones they have. I also got rid of some early works (from 1983 no less).

Pile of now destroyed paintings.
3) Cancelled a lot of shows I had scheduled. Good ones too like the Laguna Plein Air and a show at the Debra Huse gallery. This was probably the hardest thing to do but I can't commit to the effort without some pre-investment.

At the Debra Huse Gallery. "Family by the sea" 11"x14"

 I am taking my paints to London. Whenever I can paint, I will. I am also contacting some British painters in hopes of having some incentive to get out. However, I expect work will take 110% of my time as this is a new job and a new company.

On the brighter  side, I have a new gallery representing me: Hillside Fine Art in Claremont, California.  I've also dipped my toes in the interior decorator market that I can think can generate some great opportunities. And I have two new shows coming up right before I leave.  After all, it's only six months, I might be back. I even took a day to travel to San Diego and visit the "Sorolla in America" exhibition. Out of this world.


"Ephebe Fountain"  12"x9"Hillside Gallery, Claremont


I wish I could say I've learned something from this. But all I have found out is that yet again, I have to keep postponing my painting again and again...and again, just to make a living "right now".  I 've learned that the Unemployment Office couldn't give a flying  crap about your desire to be an artist ...but you knew that and why should they :).  I've learned there is not such thing as living outside of risk. Someone recommended I do "visualizations", well, it might work but the gap between where I am and what I visualize is a vast chasm to say the least.  

I type this in a muggy apartment surrounded by boxes. My partner just got more bad news from the labor front. But here is some visualizing for you: This is Dennis Zieminski studio in Glen Ellen. I like Dennis, he deserves the studio he's got and he works hard. That's irrelevant, I'm visualizing....

 





11 May 2014

Hiatus

Scattered. I've been calling myself that for a while now and it's time to take an informed pause. Running around trying to "do" everything is just wearing me down and it's like trying to build three houses at the same time, with different blueprints and materials and locations. You spend more time running between the houses than actually building them. 

From my last post it is clear that I cannot live from painting just yet. By character,  I am not willing to risk it all in the pursuit of expensive and self-fulfilling marketing strategies. I'd be glad to teach workshops but need to invest in serious transportation and again,  more marketing, more business structure. What can I say, my taste for risk is limited considering how "wrong" would look like and how clueless I still am. Here's to mentors' and supportive families (mine is, they are just too far.)

So I'm putting my painting on hold. No more shows, contests, memberships and no more framing (yay). I will paint, I can NOT help it, I will blog  until financing it competes with food and housing. I will talk about art till I'm blue in the face but job-finding is the new urgent matter that trumps the only thing that matters to me. Need to be cold and calculating (ha!)  about that.

Here are some pieces I did for the Segil and Tirage Galleries' sponsored outing at Arlington Gardens in Pasadena. I sold one painting which is great. And I truly enjoyed the scenery and I think it shows. Summer has started in Los Angeles and that's the time when I want to crawl in the freezer and not come out till October.




"Step Inside"10"x8"



"Time is of the essence" 12"x9"

"The Breeze" 14"x11"