My on-line diary began in the 1990's from my studio in the North of England. After a lapse of ten years, I resumed posting from my present studio on the Caribbean island of Dominica.
From the far beginning, the intention has been to give an insight into my working methods, and to share the triumphs, trials and tribulations of work-in-progress.
My diary pages are followed by thousands of artists, art students and art lovers in over 50 countries.
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
- I work in watercolour and watercolours are not readily marketable.
- I paint the female nude: a subject that most buyers are shy of.
- My models are Afro-Caribbean: black rather than white.
- I resist the abstract: my figures are physical and passionate.
- I work rapidly and suggest rather than define detail, and it is in laboured detail that buyers consider they get their money’s worth.
For my good friend and kindred soul, the Virgin Island poet Sheila Hyndman Wheatley (1958-1991), I choose this poem for her memorial service. It may well be equally as fitting for mine.
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Likewise, I am unsure if the first intentions of my clay sketch have been fulfilled. It appears tamer than I originally intended. The rule is: make your work as challenging as you dare, and then make it more so.
Nevertheless I thought it worth taking a cast from the clay and the following pictures record the processes involved. This is about as small as you can successfully cast from a waste mold. The match box in the third image gives an indication of size. The final pictures show the completed plaster cast patinated to resemble bronze.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Monday, April 17, 2017
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Beneath the header to these diary pages is my promise to share with you the triumphs, trials and tribulations of work-in-progress.
Sunday, April 9, 2017
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Saturday, April 1, 2017
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Monday, March 27, 2017
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Friday, March 17, 2017
Monday, March 13, 2017
Friday, March 10, 2017
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Rodin’s mouleurs had devised new methods of making plaster casts. They were able to cast enormous sculptures that were amazingly light and strong. For example, one man alone could lift a life-size cast of Rodin’s Thinker. Alas, those remarkable artisans took their skills and secrets to the grave and I find myself continually having to learn afresh and re-invent the wheel.