Archive for the ‘therapy’ Category
Every evening after dinner I wheel myself to (what these days I unblushingly refer to as my) atelier. Recently I’ve been reviewing all my sketches and paintings and stuff from way back.
I touched up here, tweaked there, I snipped and pasted, trimmed off and recoloured backgrounds, heavy with the marker; it was great fun, better than having to think up a new idea.
This was a cut & paste job on blue paper:
This was supposed a «father figure» (My dad had a beard).
Here’s (literally) cut and paste, making quite an effective colour contrast:
Here is a foray into the unfamiliar world of wax pastel. As one can see I’m a complete beginner and little control over the medium; (I didn’t mean her neck to be that long).
This is rather a risqué little sketch for this place. Again in pastel I used lines etc. to cover up the mistakes.
This was (for me) experimental – bit of a confusion, bit of a mess, I didn’t where I was going – great fun though.
Another fast water-colour sketch:
This one originally was so bad that I did another painting on the reverse of sheet of paper (thick gummed A3 paper which can acrylics) so you get two for the price one.
So this one is on the side of the paper; it’s just a glorified doodle really but great therapy – very calming.
One doesn’t have to Tom Hanks (or Tom’anks as they say in Portugal) to understand the symbology of this one.
I lovingly repaired this one from about four years ago. I discreetly touched up the colours without spoiling the spontaneous composition.
Depends what kind of mind you have when you view this one.
this last one isn’t really a painting but a piece of cardboard which I would use at the end of each session to use up the paint – waste not want not.
My wife has gone to the West Indies
No, she went of own accord.
My brother went to Eastern Europe for a holiday
No, I went with him.
I’ve been learning a Scandinavian language
It’s not the jokes that count, it’s how you write them.
I’ve got Togo
While we’re on the subject of my paintings I would to like to showcase more of the recent products of my therapeutic and calming activity (which I love to do). Here are 4 or 5 designs of a woman’s face. (Some people have remarked that it’s always the same woman – yes, it may well be so, but the truth is that it’s only face that I know to draw -nothing more significant than that).
Here we have a repainting of the picture that won me second place in the Rehabilitation Through Art competition 4 years ago. (Wow, great)
Here is an attempt to go a little abstract.
Here is a touch of cubism.
Here is a combination of the two.
Here is a variation of the theme.
I was concentrating on the colour combinations rather than the design in this one.
Back to the annual Art competition down in the Algarve; this was my second entry which earned me only fourth place (disappointing).
Last year this was my third entry which merit first place (hurrah).
And finally this year this larger canvas got me third place (not bad).
Here is my latest painting.
Not bad, is it?
Oh, these chilly late October afternoons when the days draw shorter and I have dress warm, dear, as my mother used to urge us and tomorrow’s yet another dratted public holiday and I’m feeling low and moan, moan and whinge, whinge.
I decide to start a new painting – that always cheers me up. Accordingly I wheel myself up to the first floor to my atélier, take up a fresh sheet of gummed A3 paper and sit in front of it for about five minutes, my mind as blank as the paper in front of me … I pull myself together and sweep a confident pencil stroke diagonally the paper and then another and a shorter one and then I’m off.
The next afternoon I enter the uncomfortable world of colour. The picture is indicating organic growth of some sort (there are no straight lines; I have denied myself the comfort of my trusty ruler).
Next day I’m two minds about whether to carry on with it or abandon the wretched thing and just bin it but being irredeemably lazy I settle for the former in the hope that my retrieval skills can rescue it.
The final afternoon sees me doing some major tinkering, touching up, colour adjustment and generally fiddling about with it. At ten minutes to four I stop, spray it with a cheap and rather nasty-smelling hair fixative and call it a day.