Friday, April 5, 2019

Submerged bathyspheres

I think of the art of painting as another way of seeing. Another approach to reality. Another porthole, as it were, in the submerged bathysphere of our consciousness.
Louis de Brocquy

The happy accident in Boonah. I stumbled across a monograph of works by Louis le Brocquy. His head series from the 1980s. 

Portholes in the submerged bathysphere of our consciousness. I'm down there, tapping on the glass, looking in.

Louis le Brocquy, 'The Human Head: Notes on Painting & Awareness', 18th Distinguished International Department Lecture, Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland (Dublin, 14 November 2005) Edited from Actes du Colloque 'Corps-Poésie-Peinture'Faculté des Lettres de Nice Métaphores, No. 5 (Nice, February 8, 1979) 

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Thursday, January 3, 2019


Playing with oil pastels and blending backgrounds, inspired by a walk over the bridge in fog (photo from 2016) and, Turner's cattle.

I like the impact of the same image in monochrome (below), and I might try something similar in charcoal or graphite.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Turner and change

Working this morning with oil pastels, over old drawings.

from the visual diary, thinking about Turner's train
oil pastel on paper

I was browsing through a book on Turner and captivated again by Rain, steam and speed (1844) responding to the dramatic social changes of his time. We think of our own times as uniquely revolutionary, but the change from walking, riding and sailing can hardly have been less dramatic.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm beginning to feel a little ambivalent about it all, myself. All this change forging ahead without me these days. There's something about Turner's painting which captures the feeling.