There has been an extensive expo of cubism in Paris and I have to say it covered the whole movement comprehensively and gave a good explication of the thinking behind it, such as there was. I must say much of it I didn’t find completely convincing, but there you go, that’s just me.
Anyway I decided to give it a go and had my own cubist period, over a couple of day this weekend, to see if it would give me some ideas. I can see it is a good way to break down the structure of what you wish to convey on the canvas and I found it quite good fun. But more than that I was left asking myself ‘what next’? I may use it’s devises to loosen up my rather tight constructions and for that I think it has been a good experiment, so here are the the varying subjects I tried, which I count as a form of homage to cubism.
One the other hand my usual but developing style still seems to please people and the latest is a commission (which I must add is the first time I have tried such a thing) to give my interpretation of the last few line of the play Electra by the French playwright Jean Giraudoux. I had to read the entire play to begin to get a grip of what it was all about and I must say he is not the easiest of writers. It was a very troubling process and I am not sure I will ever try it again, being a difficult dichotomy between what developed on the canvas and what I understood by the play added to my worry about what the client had in his mind. In the end all turned out well and we were both pleased with the result.
After filling up the house with my paintings the moment I have been secretly dreading has arrived. I am going to have an exhibition.Perros-guirec A4 invite
So now all those nice words of praise from people I know will have to compare with the harsh reality of what the world in general think of my efforts. I am taking my own stock of wine to help me through it. Wish me luck.
I have taken some time off to clear the mind a bit and have undertaken a round of writing reviews of other peoples works. It is a very stimulating exercise which I recommend if you have never tried it. I wonder sometimes how some people can live with the obvious despair they must have in their hearts, I could never bring myself to construct some of the bleak stories I have read. Where, I wonder, has all the reckless joy of living gone? Well that aside, I have to say there are some very good writers out there and it is a great pity that in this world of mass publishing opportunities the vast majority will just never get selected to be read from among the myriad of works offered for sale. So I do my little bit to help, reviews being the life blood of book publishing in this age.
Another of my zen like activities has been to catch up with my painting, which I have sadly neglected these last few years. A dear friend is lucky enough to have wonderfully luminous studio in a village close by and I have the good fortune to be able to go there whenever I want to dabble away. I have been sloshing of a goodly amount of the jolly old acrylic and am showing signs of getting back a bit of the old skills. I find that some maturity, in the chronological meaning of the word, not the character development you understand, has given me a greater interest in the human form and movement. Principally that of the female, I will admit. This is another exercise I recommend for clearing some of the accumulated rubbish from the cranium, the sheer frustration of trying to express yourself on canvas leaves no room for useless regurgitation of unresolved problems.
I am in danger of sitting cross legged and humming in a monotone with my finger tips pressed together. Excepting the knee joints will no longer allow such stupidity.
Guess what I find I am writing again as well, how will I fit it all in?