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.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

In my bed, after the war

Drawn from life with a pencil on a piece of primed cardboard. I have no idea how long it took, but she was able to hold up the glass of wine for the whole thing.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Friday, May 9, 2014

Siena by night

An iconic view of the cathedral of the Tuscan hill-town of Siena. I did this well after dark, sitting adjacent to the barn-like church of San Domenico.

The glory of Siena is its uniform red-brick, all but unchanged from the 13th and fourteenth centuries. The visual immersion of such an urban environment, in which walls, roads, paths, and houses are all the same organic hue, is completely alien to the North American city experience, with its grey geometries of concrete and asphalt.

Not that any of that is visible in a night picture, of course. But the ordered chaos that carries Siena over its three hills is apparent. Almost every floor is at the level of someone else's roof.

The bookish type

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