Thursday, July 31, 2014

An annihilation of time and space

From the window of a high speed train, the world becomes a smear that verges on the abstract. Thankfully, the angularity of human constructions - in this case wind turbines - provides some punctuation.

This is the ninth in a series of nineteen paintings.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

self-portrait with glove

I found a pair of huge buff leather cavalry gauntlets in a second-hand market in Florence, and just had to make a picture of myself wearing them.

It was done with china marker on a large sheet of textured paper. You can see the laid lines of the paper through the marker strokes.

Monday, July 21, 2014

The view from Via Montalbano, Florence

Far in the eastern regions of Florence, above the loop in the Arno which enfolds San Jacopo al Girone, the Via Montalbano winds up into the hills.
One day in May I climbed it all the way to the dead-end, past ruined farmhouses, late renaissance villas, and the occasional lone cypress. At the top I painted this watercolour:

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Thursday, July 17, 2014

3 academics...

...listening intently to a lecture on the early stages of the invention of the astrolabe.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Monday, July 7, 2014

lonely all these years

Drawn from life at the cafe of the student centre at the University of Toronto.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Sunday, June 22, 2014

...before a fall

Drawn from life at a Keyhole Session in Toronto, Ontario, with various Copic markers.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Transitory things

A snapshot of a drawing still in progress, to be titled Alles Vergāngliche ist nur ein Gleichnis (Everything impermanent is but a parable). It's a line from Goethe's Faust, but it appears in a number of places, not least the tombstone of Max Weber, the great theorist of early capitalism.

The drawing depicts a confrontation between two characters, perhaps of a spiritual or metaphysical nature, that is nonetheless taking place in a setting redolent of advanced materialism.

Friday, June 13, 2014

out of the Aldo


Romney and I were in Italy, in the Museo di Arte Contemporanea.

We were marvelling at the indigenous talent when we saw this half naked young woman engaged in study of an Aldo Salvadori painting.  She looked over at us and we were both struck as if she had walked out of the very picture.

This was some time ago.  I have drawn her from memory.

Monday, June 9, 2014

the orator

Drawn from life at a Keyhole Session in Toronto, Ontario, with various markers and crayons.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Antonia poses

It was a cold day in the studio in Florence; that is a space heater adjacent to her knees.

It was done with pencil and watercolours, in around half an hour.