Category: painting

Rocky Shore

… speaking of Yupo (well, I was but you probably weren’t) – I’m not one who gets a buzz out of pouring alcohol based inks, letting them do their thing without the artist’s intervention. It does seem to me, however, that Yupo is particularly suited to water based media (watercolour, acrylic, ink) and also to oil paint. With watercolour especially, the surface is fragile and benefits from a spray of fixative or, better still, from a frame and a sheet of glass spaced away from the artwork. Oils, applied thinly, glow from the whiteness of the Yupo below, and acrylics can show similar light. .
Having extolled such virtues, here is a little work that does little to demonstrate them …
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“Rocky Shore” – acrylic and watercolour on Yupo Paper – more or less A5.

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Ripple

I played Parsifal
in its entirety yesterday morning.
A Wagner morning – Now, that is hard work.
In the afternoon in my humble studio
I chilled to Grateful Dead.
I dedicate this
Little bright psychedelic abstract
To the late great Jerry Garcia
… I call it “Ripple”.

Thin layers of transparent acrylic paint on Yupo Paper allow the white to shine through, giving a kind of special, almost illuminated effect.
“Ripple” – acrylic on Yupo 10x15cm

THE NAIRNE KNIFING …

The judge looked over his spectacles.

“Fox, you are a miserable contemptible grub” he spat.

“There is no point denying your crime – you were caught in action, knife in hand.”

“You have paint on your hands – and this is not the first time!”

“You are a serial knifer of the worse kind – Have you forgotten your grotesque unnatural Silhouette Series?

And try as you may, surely your disgusting obsession with cliff faces cannot be wiped from your warped and wicked mind.”

“Now – look at me, look at me! – today you have crawled out from whatever dark and filthy hole you call home and combined the two crimes – Silhouettes on a Cliff Face”

“Is there no end to your filth!?”

“How do you feel about this, Ant Fox my lad?”

“Are you sorry? Do you regret what you’ve done?”

(A shuffling of feet and clearing of throat).

The old bent artist stammered a reply

– “I don’t regret it yet – it’s a work in progress!”

Hengist Dreams Of Alice

The Back Of The Paper (note the charmingly unintentional error)

Today’s scroodling exercise …

🎨 “Oh How They Laughed When Hengist Said, ‘Someday Alice Will Look At Our Bones’ “

Pigment marker pen and watercolour on paper (A4).

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Dedicated to Prof Alice Roberts, my favourite anthropologist / historian / bone-person.

I wonder how those people of old would have felt if they’d known that centuries later people would look at them in wonder and long to know more of their lives.