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Huntingdon’s Boats

For some reason, I had never been to Huntingdon, so when a recent chance to go there came up I jumped on the train and took a wander around. I ended up boring one of my friends rigid while I did some sketches of the boats moored on the river.

I also noted that Huntingdon has a museum devoted to it’s most famous republican, Oliver Cromwell. Sadly, it was closed by the time I found it, so maybe I’ll arrange another visit soon. Well, not too soon, as it’s one of those weird places which have different hours in winter, but before November. Probably.

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Kings Cross, Rush Hour

I had gone into London while getting over a cold to meet Brian Degger, bio-artist and man of science, who also happens to be one of my closest friends from Newcastle. Having only recently gotten over a major illness, it seems one of the things that isn’t quite ready to go yet is my immune system, which basically gives up at the slightest hint of disease.

In fact, I had been in bed for two days before seeing Brian, and I was unprepared for how ill I would be feeling. I didn’t get much of a chance to make any drawings, as I was struggling to keep up with Brian as he made arrangements. Dagnammit, immune system. I made my excuses and left early, but I had a chance to draw the crowd at Kings Cross on the way home (whilst being given a suspicious eye by entire family sitting next to me – erk!).

 

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I just have a lot of free time on my hands and making pictures stops me from going insane.

So, I took a break from updating the blog for a while. I figured, eh, how many things can I really say about my attempts at drawing and painting? With WordPress – the thing that runs my site – you can stack up posts to publish ahead of time, so I had been doing that.

Weirdly, running out of posts stacked up in the queue coincided with me feeling ill and a bit confused about this art stuff. I mean, I don’t want to bore you with whatever it is I’m doing, because I’m not really sure what I’m doing. When I look at other artists websites, they tell you all about what they do. I’m not even sure that I’m an artist, I just have a lot of free time on my hands and making pictures stops me from going insane.

But after a few days I got a phone call from a friend of mine back in Newcastle, who had got worried that I’d died or something. This wasn’t helped by the fact that she’d got a wrong number, and left a really long message on somebody else’s answerphone saying se hoped I hadn’t kicked the bucket. Like Granny Weatherwax, I Atent Dead, so I hope this post clears that up.

Today’s image is of the sunset, tonight, from behind the Biggleswade FC’s “Carlsberg Stadium”. I had gone out into the fields over there after a disappointing afternoon session, and the sunset was amazing. I mixed Payne’s Grey, to Delft Blue, to a Ruby Red, down to a Sienna Brown that I had.

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Home Views

As well as doing self-portraits, I often find myself idly sketching the corners of my house I can see from my favourite chairs. From left to right, the images above are my bedroom, the window ledge in my bedroom, and the home entertainment center beneath our TV. Click on the image above to see it larger.

I’ve arranged them left-to-right, earliest painted first. These are all painted on watercolour postcards that you can get pretty cheaply from art supply places. You can see my style of watercolour postcard change, as I figured out things looked better with a border, and then got better at using the Schmincke set I got on my recent holiday. You remember the Schmincke set, right?

When I finished the black and white picture of my bedroom I wanted to mail it to somebody, saying “wish you were here!”. I racked my brain for ages, but I couldn’t figure out who would appreciate the joke without thinking it was me cracking on to them. Or, alternatively, who would find a painting of my messy room really attractive. That’s right, ladies; I’m single and have a messy bedroom. Grrrr!

 

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Self Portrait

I swear to you, I’m not an insane person who loves myself so much I have a website where I post pictures of myself. I mean, that’s what LookBook is for (although I was tempted to make an account of myself in my usual, scruffy charity-shop clothes there as a counterpoint to all the fashion-obsessed teenage girls – I just felt that it wasn’t going to be a great venue for my form of humour).

I got the idea for doing self-portraits from the talented artist Mike Mitchell, who said that he learned to paint by doing it. His style is a very attractive sort of cartoon-based form which can also produce really realistic images, and I’d recommend a nose around his site.

 

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Art IS a Proper Job

A Proper JobStuart’s strip above is almost exactly what happened to me after I finished university – which was, for me, the culmination of a six-year education process! Imagine what a waste it would be if you listen to the folks around you, quit being an artist, and became (for example) an estate agent! That’s at least three years down the pan for anybody who takes that advice, but I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard it

The times I regret most are when I stopped making things, and listened to other people about getting “a real job”, because I’m good at drawing/being creative/telling jokes. I’m not good at working in an office, or listening to boring people, and I’m even less good at those things after all my years of working in the creative sector. When I have tried to follow that “real job” advice – listening to people I love and respect – I have found myself depressed and moody. It’s only after around ten years of working in the creative world that I know why.

It’s the hardest thing to do to ignore those people saying “get a real job”, at the same time as making yourself do artistic projects. They mean well, but if they are not involved in a creative lifestyle then you can’t really take their advice. Not because they don’t know what they are talking about, but because they are trying to get you to create the same securities that worked for them. For instance, the idea of training as a teacher (or similar) is frequently suggested, but if you actually did that you probably wouldn’t be able to do any of your creative work. If that’s ok for you, do it – but I truly believe that there are some people who are forced to create.

One final thing, and something that I continually struggle with, is making sure the work you have to do around being an artist doesn’t take over being an artist. Updating a blog, looking for opportunities, emailing people are all things you might need to do – but make sure you leave enough energy to get on with doing your particular creative outlet. If you don’t make the art, why are you doing these things? You need to have something fresh to show people when they ask what you do.

Because that way, you can show them you already have a real job.

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First and Last Pages of Recent Notebooks

Man, I am all about the snappy title, huh?

I managed to finish three notebooks in the space of two days recently. A watercolour notebook I have been using for a few months, a spiral-bound A5 notebook I use for warm-up sketches when out-and-about, and an A4 sketchbook I keep in the house (so I can draw the occasional rude sketch in it and not be worried about somebody seeing it).

What struck me was that this was a great chance to look at my progress. The watercolour book is four months of my experimentations with watercolour – a medium that is famously hard to work with, because once you put watercolour down on the page, it’s basically done. You can’t scrape it off (like oils) or paint over (like acrylic). Here’s the first page of the watercolour notebook:

This is the view from my back garden, as I was waiting for Dr Who to come on. In fact, I’m sure I’ve blogged this before – I just couldn’t find it when I took a quick root around.

(It’s not quite the first page of my notebook, but it is the first page of the notebook where I remembered to have the watercolours to hand. I had a series of trips out where I would get to a nice spot, sit down, take out my notebook and then swear like a sailor when I realised the watercolours were still at home. I’ve solved this problem by keeping a really tidy kit bag of drawing stuff that I usually take out with me.)

Up next, the last page of this sketchbook:

I’m obviously feeling a lot more confident. I’ve tried to suggest the individual parts of the vegetation, and the flowers. Hurrah for me! Also, there’s no scribbles in the margin.

This is the first of my warm-up pad sketches. I really wanted to just carry around one pad, but I found that having another pad to “warm up” in, before I started painting with watercolours, was really useful.

The 27th of June was really, really hot, and I took a trip to Hitchin to visit my favourite local art shop, Tims. I did this quick sketch of the train station on the way home, so as to break in the new pad (and test the paper). I have a lot of sketches of Hitchin train station’s north-bound platform, although it is exceedingly dull, as I am always missing the train back and having to find some way to fill my time.

Finally, the last page is the drawings of moorhen chicks I posted a few days ago (so I won’t stick it back up). I think that pencil is ok for sketching in, but I’m really trying to do a lot more drawing in pen after looking at Chris Ware’s sketchbooks, kindly lent to me by Stuart (do check out his cartoon blog!), which makes scanning a lot easier.

It’s really easy to feel that you’re just spinning your wheels, or that you’ve plateaued. If that’s the case for you, maybe pull out some old work from a few months ago – whatever it is, technical or creative – and take a look over it. I’ll bet you’ll have moved on more than you know.

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The Sky, in Iver’s Field

This week, I’ve been really tired, but wanting to improve my watercolour skills. When I feel like that, I walk down the road to a field on my estate. There is a wooden bridge that goes over a stream, and an old cattle field that isn’t used anymore. I sit in the field, a bit away from my estate, and try and draw the trees.

Recently, there have been a few nesting moorhens on the stream. As I hopped over the gate, back onto the field, there was a black cat sitting on a tree-stump, eyeballing the two moorhen chicks. I threw a stone at it, but when I went back the next day, I could only see one chick.

In the pictures above,  I was trying to paint the clouds – which are really the most impressive feature of Iver’s Field. I know it’s called Iver’s field, because when I went back the next day, there was a guy taking photos of the amazing pink sky we had yesterday. He told me about living here before my estate was built, and about paddling around over the fields in a canoe he had. It sounded ace! I think we should have more canoe travelling in the area.

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Postcards to the Outside World

Last week, I went into Cambridge to meet my old friend Liz. We wandered around Cambridge, drinking coffee and catching up. We also went to the amazing Zoology Museum, which I have mentioned before, and looked at their collection of (mostly disgusting) animals in jars. I had a great time talking with Liz, who knows me from my university days and after, when I was living in Newcastle.

That night I was exhausted, however, and I tried to watch “Me, You, and Everyone We Know” by Miranda July. I hated it, and decided to return it in the post to Lovefilm. Sometimes, on these late-night walks out to the post office, I find a bunch of petrolheads hanging out in the car park, but this time my walk out was uneventful. Until I got home.

On the grass outside my house, Lucky the cat was teasing a mouse. Lucky is somewhat ironically named, as the first time I found out what his name was was just after he had been neutered. An attractive black tom, he is forever fighting the other cats in the area for dominance. That night he had caught a mouse, and mistook my interest in it for an offer to team up. I distracted him long enough for the mouse to crawl, slightly broken, off into the far grass. I considered picking it up and taking it home, but I thought that neither the mouse, the cat, nor me would be entirely happy with that idea.

The next day I drew up these events as postcards. I send a lot of postcards; I feel really stymied at the moment, and I don’t know what to do next. To be honest, I’m a bit lost, and it’s like these postcards remind people that I’m still around. Hello outside world! How’s it going out there?

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I Have A Cold And Therefore Will Not Be Making A Smart Title For This

For the first time since 2009, I’m ill. This makes it sound like I have an amazing immune system; actually, I just didn’t really leave the house for about 18 months. Hence, this cold is really kicking my ass. I probably picked it up when my parents threw a party to mark their 40th wedding anniversary, and people came into our house. Alas, it is too late to screen these visitors in a Michael Jackson-style, and so I am laid up in bed, honking the contents of my nose into tissues every five minutes, rather than sitting outside doing watercolours.

I had meant to do some scanning of the more recent watercolours, but most things are beyond me. I would like to be working hard, but I keep being forced back into bed – I even resorted to watching Mission Impossible 3, in the hope that it would pummel my few working braincells into slumber.

Art-world brainiac Iris Priest was recently commissioned to work with a group of artists in the Newcastle area on a project called “Chance Find Us“, writing essays documenting their practice by studio visits. The artists concerned are all fairly successful people, and Iris ruminates on their practice in a footnote-cum-comment:

..Something I have found interesting, but haven’t addressed in this blog, about meeting Pete and the other Chance Finds Us artists is the ways in which they negotiate issues such as slowness and a rigorous adherence to the truth of their practices (“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” Lao Tzu) in relation to an art market which demands fast, consistent and prolific production of (mainly sellable) work.

This fine balancing act between allowing the work to have the time and mental-space it requires to manifest (and having the time to make mistakes) and the necessity of profitability, sustainability and meeting the requirements of the gallery can sometimes be difficult and I didn’t want to write about it in a post because I didn’t want my observations to be seen as reflecting the ideas or opinions of any of the individuals interviewed, or the group as a whole. And it is a tricky subject.

But I have had along time to think about it since these meetings and, though it may not be entirely relevant to the writing as a whole, it’s something I’m interested to examine as the project progresses and I meet/ write about the work of the other (both represented and unrepresented) artists in the group. Though I’m painfully aware that we have to make money to survive as artists, writers and human beings, I also think increasingly that – perhaps contrary to that necessity – the adherence to the truth of the work has to come before the commercial concerns… even if it costs us greater public visibility or our breakfasts. Something I’ve been happy to see in the work of all these artists (though unhappily that it hasn’t always afforded all of them that dirty word ‘success’ they deserve) is the unwavering commitment to the process and to finding the truth at the heart of what they do…

Artistic practice takes time to emerge. It takes time, effort, and work, and those artists that find success with the stuff from their graduate show are never the most interesting. This idea collides with an interview I have read on my sick-bed, with television writer Dan Harmon, who says:

… there’s a lot of shit out there, and it is hard to find the good stuff. But we can’t look at that as a cause-effect relationship where if we limit the total amount of stuff, it would therefore become easier to find the good stuff. Ten years ago, if you turned on a U.S. network, you might be watching a basic cable show that was supposed to be sort of edgy, but you were really just watching something by the lowest level of Hollywood insiders who got a really cheap, shitty deal. [...] It’s the same thing that we just watched happen with music. You get more and more crap, and it seems more and more mechanical and more and more joyless in the sort-of mainstream, but then you also get hopefully more and more—I don’t know—Becks? Sure, there’s a whole bunch more crap now, but everything that makes it possible for there now to be all this crap also makes it possible for you to define yourself and pick your friends and pick your artists in a really, really specific way that you were never able to do back when there was less crap.

My communications professor, before I dropped out of college, summed up the first semester by saying, “Everybody, every year, with every new invention, always tries to decide whether its effects are good or bad, and you will find that the final answer is—there’s always more good and always more bad.”

So, there’s always going to be more stuff around, and the barrier for entry keeps getting dropped. Fifty years ago, if you wanted to make a TV program, you had to be an insider enough to get access to a TV studio. These days, you could do it on your phone and upload it to some video-hosting site. Of course, it would probably be shite, but if you kept doing it? And you kept getting your friends to watch it, and star in it, and tell their friends?

Well, you’d probably learn a lot about getting people to do things for you. Even if you never learnt how to make good TV. You’d have learnt how to get people to keep watching your awful practice-runs at making a good TV program, for starters, and that’s going to become more important according to historian Venkatesh Rao:

Attention behaves the same way. Take an average housewife, the target of much time mining early in the 20th century. It was clear where her attention was directed. Laundry, cooking, walking to the well for water, cleaning, were all obvious attention sinks. Washing machines, kitchen appliances, plumbing and vacuum cleaners helped free up a lot of that attention, which was then immediately directed (as corporate-captive attention) to magazines and television.

But as you find and capture most of the wild attention, new pockets of attention become harder to find. Worse, you now have to cannibalize your own previous uses of captive attention. Time for TV must be stolen from magazines and newspapers. Time for specialized entertainment must be stolen from time devoted to generalized entertainment.

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Each new pocket of attention is harder to find: maybe your product needs to steal attention from that one TV obscure show watched by just 3% of the population between 11:30 and 12:30 AM. The next displacement will fragment the attention even more. When found, each new pocket is less valuable. There is a lot more money to be made in replacing hand-washing time with washing-machine plus magazine time, than there is to be found in replacing one hour of TV with a different hour of TV.

Rao’s whole article is worth reading, as it explores the recent history of our weird banking system by explaining the history of corporations. But his point above, which I lifted from the amazing link-blog Kottke.org, points out a truth that the television writer Dan Harmon was struggling to get out; there’s always more of everything, because there is a financial drive to get you to consume something different. I’m not saying that this is a bad thing; I would hate to live in a world where our choices of what to buy, watch, or read are constantly getting smaller.

But what I am saying, and what I take Iris Priest to be saying in her comment, is that you have to focus hard to produce something of quality. That’s just the first stage of making something you’re proud of.

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