Saturday, December 30, 2017
By candle light
Since Hurricane Maria devastated Dominica three months ago, we have been without electricity. For one hour a day we run the generator to charge batteries, but after that it's candle light.
Yesterday evening, when glancing in the bathroom mirror, by the afore said candle light, who did I see staring back at me: none other than Harmensz van Rijn Rembrandt (1606-1669).
Rembrandt, and other artists from earlier periods, lived and worked by candle light. I now realise that it is this light that gave their painting dramatic heights and depths.
It is not often that I indulge in a self-portrait - my last dates from 1974 - but here I am, in the bathroom mirror in candle light.
Perhaps for the New Year I should tell my models to forget the morning and afternoon sessions, from now on we will work after dark by candle light.
Thursday, December 21, 2017
The heights and depths
For a watercolourist the highlights are the white of the paper and, at best, the depths a thunderous wash that is weakened by the inherent transparency of the medium.
The gem-like jet blackness of my present model forces me to risk all I know in my attempt for a likeness. One wash is thrown down on top of another and the inevitable runs mopped up with a tissue.
Mind you, tissues have been heavily in demand today as both my model and myself are recovering from a severe bout of flue.
Thank you Verlena for seeing the session through to the end. Today's picture shows that it was worth our efforts.
Footnote:
This painting reverts back to my 22" x 16" format. It was painted through out with a number 16 brush and took 20 minutes, or rather 60 years, from beginning to end.
Monday, December 11, 2017
All that I need to say
Today's painting, small by my standards, is no larger than a sheet of typing paper. Nevertheless, it says all that I have spent a lifetime trying to say in terms of capturing the beauty of the nude figure through the elusive medium of watercolour.
I did not set out to paint a picture, but rather to give a new model and myself confidence of working together. In ten minutes we had broken the ice.
Thank you Verlena.
Friday, December 8, 2017
No sooner said than done
No sooner had I lamented in my last post of the dearth of
models than I got a message from Annabelle, my number one model, to say she can
fit in six sessions before finally leaving for medical school in January.
Picking up the painterly threads after three months is not easy. But Annabelle was true to her inspirational self and today’s five minute opening sketch gives me hope that I too can still work the magic.
I regret not capturing Annabelle as she breezed into my
studio. While nothing can be more beautiful than the nude figure, the image of
Annabelle in an alluring white dress comes close. The next time she wears it, I
shall paint it!
Saturday, December 2, 2017
In vacant or in pensive mood
It is not oft that I lie upon my couch in vacant or in pensive mood, and on the rare occasions that I do what dwells upon my inward eye is the beauty of the female nude, rather than daffodils. But I confess, the aftermath of Hurricane Maria has me vacant and pensive.
With little time left I need to get on with life, but now every move is tens times more difficult than it was before. Finding suitable models for my paintings and sculptures is a case in point. I search the island like a detective following possible leads. But alas, so far they have come to nought.
Today's drawing of the pregnant nude dates back to 1993.
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Up and running again
Nine weeks ago my studio was in a state of retreat from Hurricane Maria: no paintings on the walls and sculptures inches deep in water. The task of restoration has been long and difficult and all the more so because I was determined to improve on what was there before.
Today's picture shows that I am up and running again.
Monday, November 20, 2017
Picking up the pieces
In this life there's so much to do and so little time to do it in.
My whole being yearns to be toiling on the forge of art and in particular, to pursue my work with the figure. Yet here I am, still picking up the pieces from Hurricane Maria.
Today's picture says it all, or does it. Painting and sculpting alone does not represent my life's work. There's mor to it than that.
This link shows that the pieces are not solely related to my art.
http://dominicanewsonline.com/news/homepage/features/commentary/commentary-picking-up-the-pieces/
My whole being yearns to be toiling on the forge of art and in particular, to pursue my work with the figure. Yet here I am, still picking up the pieces from Hurricane Maria.
Today's picture says it all, or does it. Painting and sculpting alone does not represent my life's work. There's mor to it than that.
This link shows that the pieces are not solely related to my art.
http://dominicanewsonline.com/news/homepage/features/commentary/commentary-picking-up-the-pieces/
Thursday, November 9, 2017
Paradise Lost
We came out better than most from the cruel blow that Hurricane Maria dealt Dominica. The roof of the pavilion under which I teach life classes can be replaced, my damaged paintings and sculptures can be restored and our driveway can be cleared and made passerble again. What cannot be mended is the river that boarders our land. The idyllic bathing pools are gone and so is the path that leads down from my studio. I still go down to the river but the approach is now the equivalent of an assault course and I have to clamber over huge boulders to find a safe place to bathe.
My bathing figure from three years ago serves as a reminder of those halcyon days.
My bathing figure from three years ago serves as a reminder of those halcyon days.
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Getting my head around a "tablet"
If I can get my head around this table that my daughter has bought for me, there is a chance that, after a fashion, I might be able to resume my diary posts. It will mean climbing up on the roof to get reception - no broadband...no electricity - and the help of my son (a computer geek) to get it to work. It will also mean fitting it in between survival necessities: repairing water pump, re-making the drive for vehicular access, etc. And all of that has to be accomplished on a diet of sardines and corned beef. Fortunately, the rum is holding out!
Thursday, October 26, 2017
Major Hurricane Maria
Just over five weeks ago Dominica was hit by one of the worst hurricanes on record: a Category 5+ hurricane with winds in excess of 200 mph. The center passed right over the island. The damage is catastrophic by any standards: 80% of buildings, roads, bridges and services destroyed or seriously damaged. The island is still reeling from the storm and will be for at least a year.
We came out better than most. Flooding was our major problem but most of my paintings and sculptures survived, albeit with some interesting washes courtesy of Maria, as today's picture shows.
Getting this post out has been a major operation (no electricity and no broadband) via cell connections that only work when I climb up on the roof. Hence, posts will be few and far between until better times.
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
A lament to the British Virgin Islands
I have seen these islands destroyed twice in my life time. First, by the development that began in the late 1970’s; development that eventually overwhelmed the islander’s way of life and the local scene. And second, by Hurricane Irma. Palatial homes can be re-built but I can never again experience my first love.
I remember
the Ridge Road when it was a grassy trail from end to end. In those days there
were few cars and no buses. To get from East End to Road Town you hitched a
ride on whatever came your way. I never locked a door and my boat shared the Maya
Cove anchorage with no more than six others.
Perhaps from
the mid 1970’s I sensed the inevitable, for it was then that I started
gathering material for my book Virgin
Island Sketches. My objective was to give the islanders confidence in their
own identity and to encourage visitors to accept the islands in the way they
found them.
Today's sketch is taken from my book.
Sunday, September 10, 2017
Though grim as hell the worst is…
Though grim as hell the worst is,
Can you round it off with curses.
I offer the above lines by Robert
Service to British Virgin Islanders to reinforce their resilience in the wake
of Hurricane Irma. It was only yesterday that we learnt that all of our many family
members are safe, albeit in unenviable circumstances.
During the anxious days of waiting
for news I kept my mind occupied by preparing a batch of sugar cane for paper
making. I had just poured the pulp into the vat when the good news came through.
I celebrated with a rum and orange and added a generous tot of rum to the pulp.
The resulting 80 proof limited edition sheets will be presented to family
members that bravely fought through the storm – minus roof in one case.
Due to the alcoholic content children under the age of 18 will get half a sheet.
Today’s picture shows the paper in
the making.
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
Gone with the wind…well almost!
Over the last few
days Hurricane Irma has brought home to me the vulnerability of a life’s work,
at least in terms of paintings. Irma’s original trajectory was for directly in
line for Dominica.
The fact that it changed course for the Virgin Islands as a Category 5 hurricane is no consolation. Those islands were once my home and I have many family members there. The walls that surround them I built thirty years ago. The roof timbers are strapped down with rigging salvaged from a fifty foot racing yacht. The doors and shutters were made from the finest pitch pine planks. The house and studio survived Hurricane Hugo in the 1980’s - also a major 4/5 hurricane. Let’s hope they do the same again over the next 36 hours.
The fact that it changed course for the Virgin Islands as a Category 5 hurricane is no consolation. Those islands were once my home and I have many family members there. The walls that surround them I built thirty years ago. The roof timbers are strapped down with rigging salvaged from a fifty foot racing yacht. The doors and shutters were made from the finest pitch pine planks. The house and studio survived Hurricane Hugo in the 1980’s - also a major 4/5 hurricane. Let’s hope they do the same again over the next 36 hours.
Dominica
will likely miss all but the storms of Irma’s fringe. Today’s picture says it
all.
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
To disturb those who are calm
My mission
statement as an artist is to calm those who are disturbed and to disturb those
who are calm.
In pursuit
of the latter my opening picture shows this year’s incoming students listening
to the opening address at the Dominica State College. The video clip below is
of Shah Rukh Khan addressing students at the University of Edinburgh.
The students
are similar, the message is the same, but the difference between the boredom of one
and the enthralment of the other is the messenger. One opened with the hope
that the students had listened to the Prime Minister’s budget speech (yawn) and
the other with the admittance that his face was ugly (laughs).
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
One thing leads to another
One thing
leads to another and at the moment nothing is leading me back to painting.
Making the
equipment I need for paper making is taking all of my time and creative
ingenuity. Living on a small Caribbean island means that can’t pop into town
and buy the bits and pieces I need. Instead everything has to be made in my
workshop, including the vee belt pulleys needed to reduce the speed of the
beater roller. Another week and I should be up and running.
Today’s opening picture shows the work in progress.
For those more interested in the beauty of the nude rather than the beauty of the mechanical here is a five minute sketch from a few months ago.
Friday, August 11, 2017
The power to live passionately
How I love
the words that are the title of today’s post. They are taken from the
announcement of the event shown in today’s opening picture. In full the by-line
reads: For the love of dance and the
power to live passionately.
My week has
been one of diversions: first, a National Holiday and then a day spent
attending a University of the West Indies Open Campus Conference. The conference,
on the theme of Dominica’s indigenous race, the Kalinagos, comprised of one academic presentation after another. The passion was provided by brief guest
performances by Salybia Primary School children and Kalinago dancers.
Sorry, I was so enthralled that I missed
getting their photo!
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
Thirsting to get back to painting
Recently my days
have been spent making equipment for paper making. But I’m thirsting to get
back to painting. The first picture is where I left off over a month ago. Be
warned: my built up creative energy will explode on the first inspirational
model that comes my way.
In the meantime: back to the workbench and the 24 blade beating roll that will be used for making paper pulp.
In the meantime: back to the workbench and the 24 blade beating roll that will be used for making paper pulp.
Thursday, July 27, 2017
Knee deep in paper
My
handmade papers have taken over all else. The images below give you an idea of
colour and texture.
Now that I have reams of exotic paper I can breathe new life into my Daughters of the Caribbean Sun. By way of pastels to begin with,100% pure cotton paper for my water colours will follow.
Sunday, July 23, 2017
My 74th Birthday Present
Too busy to write, but yesterday was my 74th
birthday and my present from my daughter Tania was tickets and a taxi for me
and the rest of my family to see my favourite performers on stage in the hit
Broadway Musical “Once on this Island”.
Nothing in
the world surpasses Dominica’s “Sixth
Form Sisserou Singers”. As the name suggests, the group was founded by high
school students back in 1994. Under the masterful direction of their musical
director, Pearl Christian, they have gone from strength to strength.
For this
presentation they were aided by Dominica’s Cultural Icon, Alwin Bully
(Director) and his daughter Sade Bully (Choreography). Dominica’s talented
Michelle Henderson was guest star and the show was stolen by the incredible
nine year old Beata (Beats) Vidal.
The pictures
say the rest.
The
Sixth Form Sisserou Singers
(Alwin standing third from left and Pearl middle row center)
Michelle Henderson in
rehearsal.
The
incredible nine year old Beata (Beats) Vidal.
Remember
this name, you'll see it in lights one day soon!
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Intimate detachment
Regardless
of earning my keep as a painter and sculptor of the human form, I have a poor
memory for faces.
Years ago,
unknowingly, I stood next to one of my models in a queue at the Post Office. We
had worked together for three months but it wasn’t until she gave me an
introductory tap on the shoulder that I recollected who she was.
I am always searching for my next inspirational model; an elusive task. But last week, while waiting to
cash at the supermarket, I was sure that I’d found her. When my turn came
to check-out I gave the smiling cashier my card and told her to contact me if ever
she should considered modelling.
Her answer:
But Roger, I've already modeled for you!
Now I remember!
Sunday, July 9, 2017
To the Editor
My first “Letter
to the Editor” was penned and published sixty years ago and I’ve continued
writing letters and articles for the press ever since. As my most recent touches
on creativity, it may be of interest to my followers. The subject is the
Caribbean Common Entrance Examination, a colonial hand-me down from the UK’s “Eleven
Plus”.
Life beyond
the Common Entrance
This week,
in the small minority of homes of children that won bursaries or scholarships
in the Common Entrance Examination there will be jubilation and resignation in
the homes of the majority that did not.
In this
commentary I want to give hope and assurance to those that the testing
methodology failed. To my mind, it was not the children that failed the exam
but the exam that failed the children. Furthermore, I maintain that grooming a
child from the age of nine for that kind of examination ranks as a form of
child abuse.
Sir
William Henry Hadow, an educational reformer who
in the 1920’s recommended the introduction of primary and secondary schools in
the UK, would doubtless agree. His
report, progressive for its day, argued that:
The primary school curriculum should be based on
the children's knowledge and experience, not on abstract generalisations or
theoretical principles. It should be thought of in terms of activity and
experience, rather than of knowledge to be acquired and facts to be stored. A good primary school is not a place of compulsory
instruction.
The
Caribbean Common Entrance Examination is a colonial hand-me-down from the UK’s
11 Plus. The 11 Plus Examination dates from 1945 when the Tripartite
System introduced three types of secondary school, namely: grammar school, secondary technical
school and secondary modern
school. It was abolished in the 1970’s when all
schools went Comprehensive.
As at this point in time Dominica does not have a similar Tripartite
System – all children progress to the same level of secondary
education – the only function of the Common Entrance Examination is as a financial incentive in
the form of bursaries and scholarships and as a first choice of secondary
school. It therefore beggars belief why we put children through the stress of
the examination at that tender age. Subsequent streaming can be determined from
regular class results.
As a
confidence builder it serves only a small percentage of pupils. For the
majority it serves as life’s first major “put-down”. Research has shown that it
takes ten “up-lifts” to counter one “put-down”. It is an early differentiating
step between the “have nots” and what a government minister recently termed as “those
who are in higher
positions in the social space”.
In
essence the Common
Entrance Examination is an Intelligence Test and as such it has the major failing
of all intelligence tests: it cannot measure creativity. Neither can it measure
the co-ordination between hand and eye, an essential attribute for all skilled
work. A creative answer is marked as nought. Hence, a dyslexic child hasn’t a cat
in hell’s chance and up to 15% of Afro-Caribbean children are dyslexic. To that
you can add at least 30% of pupils who are creatively rather than academically
inclined.
Five years ago Dominica
piloted the Caribbean Primary Exit Assessment as a possible alternative to the
Common Entrance Examination. As some elements of the assessment are spread over
a period of years, rather than on the result of a one-off nerve-racking exam,
it offers some improvement. Nevertheless, it still misses the point: that
being, what’s the point if all children are eligible for the same level of
secondary education.
Let me end by offering hope to the majority that did not get
a high test score by confessing that sixty-five years ago I failed the 11 Plus,
and you can add that I am dyslexic. In those days dyslexia was not understood.
We were put down as being dumb; albeit that in the year leading up to the exam
I designed and built a model aircraft with a 30 inch wing span that could fly
the length of a football field!
The “sink” secondary modern school that I attended was later
closed by the government as failing. But it certainly did not fail me, and if I
had my life to live over I would beg to be sent back to the same school. A
remarkable bunch of teachers restored my confidence and in four years I rose
from bottom of the bottom stream to top of the top stream. Those teachers, none
of them highly academically qualified, were the first to recognise my potential
in the Arts and Engineering Design. I have since won national awards in both
fields.
On the other hand, my best friend Brian remained at the
bottom of the class and when he left school the only job open to him was
sweeping up in a bakery. Years later, on a visit to my home town in England, I
looked twice at the smartly dressed man walking towards me: it was Brian, also home
on a visit. Over the years he had progressed from sweeper to Master Baker. He
then progressed to hotel catering and when we met he was the Head Pastry Chef
at one of Australia’s top hotels. As he said: they tried to teach me everything
at school but missed the one thing that I’m good at!
Had Leonardo Da Vinci sat the
Common Entrance Examination 500 years ago, this is what his answer paper might have
looked like – he was seriously dyslexic!
Sunday, July 2, 2017
Going back to go forward
It is twenty
years since I last worked in pastel, and then only spasmodically. Since Degas
(1834-1917) and Whistler (1834-1903) pastel has suffered a similar fate to
water colour: its innate vibrancy has been reduced to timidity. On that score,
I am determined to turn the tables.
My interest
has been revived through my experiments in paper making. Commercial pastel
papers lack the individuality in surface and colour that I’m after. But my
hand-made papers from sugar cane, bamboo, banana stems and pineapple leaves,
offer distinct possibilities.
The next
step is to make my own pastels as my requirements are different to what’s on
the market, both in colour, tonal range and hardness. Besides, neither paper nor
pastels are available off the shelf on my island.
The first
picture shows my last pastel sketch from twenty year ago. It is followed by the
one I made, on the spur of the moment, the day before yesterday. My model,
expecting my usual water colour washes, was impressed. Or at least that is what
I took her “hmm” to mean. But I have a long way to go to get back to where I
was twenty years ago and even further, to move forward with vengeance.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Similarities but poles apart
My daughter
recently bought me a copy of Enrique MartÃnez
Celaya’s Collected Writings &
Interviews, 1990-2010. It was not the book that I had sent her in search of
but she did her best in finding an alternative that she thought “looked like me”.
Thanks Tania!
I had never heard of Enrique MartÃnez Celaya and I’m sure he’s never heard of
me. As artists we have a few things in common: we both hail from the Caribbean
(Cuba for him and Dominica for me); we both paint and sculpt and we both share
our thoughts through speech and the written word.
But there the similarity ends: he veers
towards the conceptual while I cling to the representational; his thoughts are
complex and mine are simple; he is internationally known and in demand, whereas
I am not.
He says: “I’m after work so empty yet
so dense that in engaging it, the act of becoming is generated”.
I say: I want my work to have the
passionate feeling of making love.
I will let our respective work speak
for itself. First, two of mine at random...
Now two of his at random.
Monday, June 19, 2017
He’s made up for it since
Due to what
was thirty years later diagnosed as dyslexia, until the age of five I had no
means of speech – even the pronunciation of my name eluded me. As my brother once sarcastically remarked: he’s made up for it since!
To prove his
point I’ve given two talks in two days. The first was to visiting students from
the States and the second, to Dominica’s Prison Officers. For the students, the
venue was my studio and the theme my work as a painter and sculptor. For the
prison officers, the venue was the prison and the theme dyslexia: a relevant
topic as research shows that 40% of prisoners are dyslexic.
I’m an old
hand at working with prisoners. In the early 1980’s I did regular Thursday
afternoon sessions at Road Town Prison in the British Virgin Islands. Those were the days of the old prison that is shown in the opening illustration.
For the visiting
students I rounded off my talk with a sketch of one of the participants. While
sketching I kept up a running commentary, so I’m still talking to make up for
lost time!
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