Drawings almost every day by Romney David Smith and Tarragon Smith. Occasionally paintings or etchings or silkscreens. Or whatever else catches our fancy.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Plan B
"I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself." So said Fernando Pessoa, one of the 20th century's most awkward writers. Also one of the most easily quoted.
He used a thousand different voices to say one thing, and that thing is about human loneliness. Many would prefer to be a prostitute than to be alone.
He said it in The Book of Disquiet, chapter 128. He goes on "I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect. Nothing would bother me more than if they found me strange at the office. I like to revel in the irony that they don't find me at all strange. I like the hair shirt of being regarded by them as their equal."
Monday, March 16, 2015
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
The Chandos off Trafalgar Square
Tarragon wrote me to say:
“I took a short holiday and went to the National Gallery to see Inventing Impressionism. It was a good show, except one has to like Renoir's portraits to think so. I really like Renoir. He's an acquired taste I reckon, but presents such a lovely parallel universe I find hard to resist. So I don't try.
Except I wasn't planing to see the show at all, it was news to me. I simply stopped in on my way to the the Sargent show at the Portrait Gallery. It was not the greatest Sargent show that you could imagine. But some truly lovely pieces. It is a bit heart wrenching how good he is. So it was a pleasure.
In between I had lunch at Chandos, off Trafalgar Square, from whence I drew the attached. Such a lovely pub in the middle of the afternoon.”
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Friday, March 6, 2015
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
The shadow over the lane
Walking back along the sandy track from the old Tudor manor, I was struck by the deep shadows and the gables of the house at the corner. Beyond the trees, the farmer's field was full of horses, but I didn't put them in the drawing.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
vision of youth
An very old self-portrait, drawn from a mirror with a china marker on textured paper. It was a cold day, and I was bundled up. And as you can see, I took the easy way out when it came to depicting my drawing hand.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Young Beauty Combs Her Hair
I think a problem in making these colour versions is the seemingly endless number of options. Limitations of medium or time or space are useful to many artists because they help in the decision making process. It can be very tiring.
Monday, February 23, 2015
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Set of Coffee Bowls
Made with a black clay/crank mix with porcelain.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Monday, February 16, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Sunday Bridge
~Thoreau
Thursday, February 12, 2015
The Girls Are Alright.
With a mind to the difficulty of clearing woodblocks, now and then I draw white on black.
This is a picture of a wedding day between two women in 1880s New York.
Quickly drawn.
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Monday, February 9, 2015
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Friday, February 6, 2015
Thursday, February 5, 2015
The New Relative
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Monday, February 2, 2015
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Along the Arno
A view of the north bank of the Arno, the Lungardo Corsini, painted from the southern embankment. On a warm October day, I sat down and painted this.
It's a bit unusual a choice of subject for me. I like buildings, but not usually this kind of late Renaissance and Baroque architecture, where so much of the effect relies on monumentality and repetition. Who wants to draw fifty-plus windows? Apparently I did.
It's a bit unusual a choice of subject for me. I like buildings, but not usually this kind of late Renaissance and Baroque architecture, where so much of the effect relies on monumentality and repetition. Who wants to draw fifty-plus windows? Apparently I did.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
jeans and a sweater
An old drawing, done on toned paper from life. It probably took about 40 minutes, although something obviously went wrong with one of the hands.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
those lines
Here's one I particularly like. It has just the right contrast between emptiness and detail to make me put it in the favourites folder.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Friday, January 9, 2015
Thursday, January 8, 2015
A portrait of the Toronto artist and designer, nom-de-guerre Varethane, whose long-running webcomic, Chirault, will soon be getting its first book.
This was drawn from life in probably around 20 minutes, using a pigma micron. I added the colour later. The lunch box in front of her was full of art supplies, but I didn't get around to drawing those.
This was drawn from life in probably around 20 minutes, using a pigma micron. I added the colour later. The lunch box in front of her was full of art supplies, but I didn't get around to drawing those.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Monday, January 5, 2015
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Friday, January 2, 2015
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