Sunday, 25 June 2017 13:07

A Little More Mojo Is Needed

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I am an intermittent blog writer it seems. This is not through want of trying, but that old adage 'there aren't enough hours in the day.' Apart from learning music, sitting in my studio staring at canvasses, and writing my autobiography, it seems that no sooner have I woken, showered and got on with these things, that it's then time to shower and go to bed! However, it is my intention to blog more often. Of course, in order to do this, one must have a subject to choose from to write about, and as I type this has yet to happen, but the very act of writing usually spurs something to mind. We shall see. .  . 

I write one week after my fifty fifth birthday, which is in itself, quite remarkable to have got thus far without anything unduly hideous happening to me; the usual aches and pains as muscles and bones go into atrophy after fifty, and loss of loved ones which are all the trials of life and must be taken on board sensibly and without fuss, as I was brought up to do, and must say I have an abject loathing of incessant grief which seems to afflict folk in multitudinous ways it seems. We live in troubled times, with an unstable government who couldn't run a chimp's tea party, a distrust of foreigners in a way I don't remember observing before, and with some of the extreme violence brought about by lunatic so-called religious rebels, the country as a whole is rather down at heel. I notice this particularly as I rely to some extent on my paintings being sold to keep me, if not in mink exactly, buoyant and head above water, not drowning. This year I have found that not only are commissions down, but so is the actual process of going into the gallery (where some of my works hang) and buying a painting. Having said that, buying a work of art is not like going into Waitrose on a Sunday morning because you fancy fillet o beef for luncheon, and, as expensive as that particular cut of meat is, it's not like buying a painting which is likely to be very much more expensive and is a decision to be taken carefully and with consideration.

I mention this, as I have not been in my studio for a month, which is at once horrifying and somewhat depressing as I love the space I work in, but over the last month I have had a number of concert and stage performances and the two do not mix very well. Or rather, they don't in my befuddled mind! There are many theatricals who paint and think nothing of taking their various accouchements pertaining to that particular art form, so during the daylight hours when, matinee permitting, they may sit and sketch in the market square, or by the River Avon, is something that is anathema to me. I can only concentrate on one art form at a time, and if I'm singing, then I'm singing, and if I'm painting, I do that. I remember the wonderful Northumbrian artist Colin Moss saying exactly the same thing "You can't paint when you're on tour of course, because the discipline needed for singing is all encompassing, and the same for painting." But, dear reader, as I type, I am confident that once back in my studio tomorrow I shall get on with the task at hand and at least start a new work, as well as finishing off any number of half painted canvasses. Not only do they look somewhat forlorn, they are also in the way, and space is at a premium. Of course, as I mentioned earlier, my birthday being a week ago, the celebrations tend to continue for at least a week, with rather more visits to the Jolly Woodman, my preferred hostelry of choice than there should be, but now I'm ready to explore the wonderful world of paint again. Some abstract landscapes inspired by Keswick, Margate Bay and Cornwall, re-igniting my life long project to paint all of the theatre architect Frank Matcham's auditoria, and to continue my successful pop art take on famous show business and sporting celebrities. I have some desire, crazy or otherwise to paint Leonardo's Last Supper as a piece of pop art, substituting Christ and the disciples with members of the Royal Family. I have decided who will be the Christ figure and who should be and Judas Iscariot too, but the rest will take their place as I think fit. I started a canvas entitled 'From The Gods' being a representation of the auditorium and proscenium arch at The London Palladium, which I never really cared for, and perhaps because of this, I managed to damage the frame whilst transporting it from a friend's house where it had been on exhibit, and has lain miserably in my studio ever since. When staring at it a few weeks ago, I realised what was wrong with it. The courage of my conviction had let me down, and indeed, the Palladium being a very large and cavernous space was on a canvas too small for it. As a matter of course, I prefer large paintings to small, but have also at the back of my mind that most houses can't take a six by four hanging, as most suburban houses neither have the height of room or indeed actual wall space. So, wish me luck with my future endeavours - I shall need it!

 

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