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Welcome to Old John's blog!
27 Oct 2009 3:25 AM
In today's art apreciation class, and I hope you will forgive any spelling errors, we were given a lecture about Lutchens the designer of wonderful buildings.
Like many men of his kind, to me a brilliant designer, he did not have the life you and I may call normal.
He was always uneasy about coming from a poor backgound. Never the less, he was aways working on something and loved to draw. Some of his line drawings, of people, are trully wonderful.
He seemed to get on well with the ladies and one of his friends was Jeekle the plants women. He knew her well enough to be able to call her 'Bumps but did not marry her.'
When he did marry, I have forgotten who he was married to, his marriage, from the day that he had his honeymoom, did not go well and the couple spent lots of time apart but their letters, and there were lots of them, were intimate and friendly.
Having said that, Edwin did travel to far flung places when traveling was not an easy thing to do. He went to India, for 23 years, one year at a time, while helping to design New Delie (I belive the old Delie was eventually pulled down) and he visited places like Australia.
For his work on New Delie, he received a knight hood.
I am reminded, when I learn about such people, that there are some very clever people out there and for us to expect them to live what we would call normal lives is asking too much of them.
On this occasion, in class, I was unable to take the usual note paper and pencil so I have lost out on much of the wonderful information inparted onto us.
Our speaker, who once taught in universities, always makes his classes very interesting for us.
Next month, and I cannot wait, it is going to be Mackintosh. You will probably know that this man was a designer of wonderful furniture and building interiors.
Mackintosh was not an easy man to work with, for he liked all his own way, but, when he went off to form his own company, I am afraid he priced himself out of the market he was keen to get into.
Isn't it wonderful what you get to know at the U3A meetings?
You may remember, I know my friend Deva does, about the man who takes us for drawing and he told me, when I was not doing exactly what he had been telling me to do, to 'stick to singing,' well, in the art apreciation class interval when we were learning about Lutchens, several ladies came to have a chat with me. One lady, who could not draw when she first went to the U3A meetings, said that the same man, who had insulted me, insulted her. Two more ladies said they had stopped going to his class for they felt intimidated by him.
The thing is, if he could only understand that what works for one person may not always work for another person, then that would be fine but, I am afraid to say, if you do not do it his way then it is the wrong way.
Up until I had had my ego dented by the drawing instructor, I used to draw every day. Sad to say, it has been a couple of weeks now since I have felt the need to put pencil to paper but I will get back to it soon.
Art, in my view, is a progressive thing that does not stop for there is always something new to learn. At the moment, for it is a weak spot of mine, I am reading and trying to act upon the "Paint Mixers Bible." I can do a reasonable drawing and, when I come to try and paint it, I often make an ash of the painting.
Tomorrow, if all goes well, I am going to a demonstration to watch a man paint in oils.
If there was a medium out there, that did not effect my breathing, when it was being used, then I would use it instead of using water colour.
For those of you that do not know, water colour painting presents all sorts of problems that acrylic and oils do not. Water colour paints go on the canvas or 'support' light to dark and it is often thought best not to put more than three coats on top of each other. I have to say that I have seen many coats of paint applied and the end results still looked good.
Acrylics and oils do not matter so much for darks are usually painted first.
If you are thinking of doing some drawing, try using a 2b pencil and a 'putty' rubber. An ordinery rubber often scuffs the surface of the paper you want to use.
What I have to say to you now may seem crazy but it works. Before putting your pencil on the paper, try using the hand that you normally do not use. I am left handed so I would use my right hand. When you come to use the correct hand, the one you usually use, you will note how freely you pencil strokes are. This is exactly what you are looking for.
There is, in my view, no right or wrong way to draw but you really do need to learn how to make the pencil strokes fluid isnstead of laboured.
One method I use, depending on how I feel at the time, is to draw as lightly as is possible, so that I can see my lines, and, when I have finished honing in on the finished work, I can begin to darken the lines with stronger strokes and shading.
Some people swear by cross hatching /// \\\\, you could say it is a way of putting the two lines, I have shown here, on top of each other.
You will find, on some occasions, that your drawing skills are far better one day than they are the next, it is just how it goes.
Last year, just for the experience, I decided to take my drawing pad down into the woods. I was early and expected having the wood to myself.
There was still dew in the air, the pine trees let off a wonderful sticky sweet smell, the sun had still to get up out of the sky and there were shadows everywhere.
There was a slight breeze and I soon learned that elastic bands would always have to be carried, to keep my pages in place. On this occasion, I had taken several pencils with me and a good job too for I had forgotten to take a pencil sharpener.
I used the trees as supports and I also tried sitting on old logs. The peace, quiet and tranquility of the wood was wonderful and, for the first time, I gained lots of inspiration from the feeling I received in the wood.
To my surprise, when I had been drawing for some time, and out of know where, a young women came through one of the darkest parts of he wood. She was using a mobile phone and had two wonderful dogs with her. When she reached the spot where I was standing, she stopped talking, on the mobile, and passed the time of day with me as though she had known me for years.
Later, that same morning, a young man, walking his dog, again coming from know where, came to have a chat with me about my drawings.
Looking back to those times, for it was a summer's morning when I went to the woods to draw, it seems a long time away for autumnal days are here and they are unpredictable.
I suppose I aught to go down in the woods now that the leaves are falling.
By for now,
John.
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Posted by pooky3 on 27 Oct 2009 5:53 AM |
hello John ,
Always a pleasure to read your blogs , dont be put off doing what you love because someone else thinks you cant do it!! as long as you enjoy your drawing and painting thats all that matters!!
good to hear from you
cheers
pooky

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Posted by Deva on 27 Oct 2009 1:18 PM |
Hi John,
I hope that you felt supported and not so criticised when those ladies shared that they had felt intimidated by that so called teacher. Some times we feel so alone and its always good, I find, to hear that someone else understands.
What a great name Edwin Lutchens is! Its interesting how gifted or famous people usually have names that are different than the Mary Jones or John Browns of the world.
There is a very gifted specialist over here who's name is Igor Tabrizian. I reckon with a name like that he couldn't help being outstanding in his field..
My youngest son Rhys is a self taught artist. He started drawing at 2 years old and continues today. At high school he nominated Art for one of his classes and detested it - he reckoned that the classes killed any initiative or self expression because they strangled his ability to be free in his drawing.
I had to talk long and fast to convince him to continue and not take that to heart. That the classes were teaching him the different ways and means that may be used. Anyway he dropped out but not before he did some amazing work.
My thought is that one teacher can dampen or ruin a students excitement and joy of creating something from the heart and usually those are the students who are the most gifted. I wonder if the teacher feels 'intimidated' by the student... there really isn't any other reason why they would act so cruelly.... food for thought!
Loved this one John.
Oh, meant to tell you -
I was so excited the other day while sitting in my nook at the window, eating breakfast when a Kingfisher flew down, to swoop on an insect, right in front of me, about 5 metres away.
It was a lovely little bird, like a small Kookaburra, but had azure blue wings and brilliant coloured head. I have not seen one in real life before.
I've since seen this little bird on 3 occasions and it always fly's to the same branch to swat the insect on the wood several times before swallowing.
There are also a family of plovers, with the 4 babies growing rapidly. The parent sat on the nest in the paddock immediately in front of the cottage over winter, in the rain and hail, to produce 4 lovely identical babies -
I do so love this place ^__^

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Posted by *sophia* on 27 Oct 2009 1:45 PM |
What a clever way to describe cross-hatching. I admire anyone who can paint. You mentioned that watercolor was the only medium that doesn't affect your breathing but what about acrylics...that's water-based also. Anyway...what a great blog! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. And pay no mind to that teacher. When he said, "stick to singing" that was just mean-spirited and he has missed what art is all about...self expression.
And I loved your comment, Deva. I remember a Kookaburra song from camp when I was a child. I'm sure you must be familiar with it. "Kookaburra sits in an old gum tree. Merry, merry king of the woods is he. Laugh Kookaburra, laugh kookaburra. Play your song for me." Is that right? That's completely from memory and is probably like one of those fractured lyrics songs...lol

John;
For sure, I don't know about your painting or singing... but my advice is, definately stick to your blogging. I know I always look forward to your giving us yet another good read. Jim


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