Thursday, January 31, 2013

Walk on Baggy

Walk on Baggy. Oil on board. 7"x6"
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Baggy Point is a sprig of land that sticks out into the sea like a finger and the pathways skirt all the way round it from one huge beach to another. If you climb across the finger you can stand on the top of the ridge and see 180 degrees of sea - it is sublime.
In this painting we are looking down the path towards its end near a village called Croyde - famous as a surfers paradise. The reward for walking the full length is in the house on the right - it's a tea room and they do the best cream tea's.
I walked round there last year with my Mother (She visits every summer) so I put us in the painting.

Sea mist

Mortehoe, sea mist. Oil on board 6"x5".
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You know what it's like - you think, "It's a lovely day, I'll go out and do some painting - somewhere high up to get some great views". You drive a couple of miles to where you know the view will be sublime, set your easel up and - in rolls a sea mist. Your lucky if you can see 50 yards.....bu***r!
This doesn't happen often but when it does it's frustrating! The silver lining, however, was that on my way back I passed through Mortehoe, a little village, high up on the top of coastal cliffs. The mist was diffusing the sunlight and coating everything with moisture. The buildings, roads and gardens glistened like they were encrusted with jewels. I stopped to paint.
As I was working I realized I was looking at something that was familiar to me, even though I had never been to Mortehoe in the mist. I thought at one point that the buildings, shrouded in mist, reminded me of my earlier life spent in a northern, industrial city where smog from the burning of coal for heating and power was a common phenomenon. It wasn't that.
What was familiar to me was the "look" of the scene in front of me. I had seen this "look" many times in the paintings of English landscape painters. You can see it in Gainsborough and Constable to the Pre Raphaelites but also in modern painters like Michael Andrews and Kurt Jackson. You don't see the "look" in French painting, for instance, - even Corot who didn't rely on sun lit scenes for impact or Courbet who habitually used a near- black ground for his landscapes. It's not to be found in Irish or Scottish landscape painting either, even though geographically similar.
Initially (and to the uninitiated) the "look" can appear dark, miserable, gray, austere and, I suppose, off-putting to people used to sunnier climes.
To an English eye, or to this English eye at least the "look" is composed of a low- light,  as in mood-lighting, used to seduce, not the spotlight used to advertise. It has a mellow look, soft and rich -in musical instrument terms it would be woodwind, not brass. If it were food it would be a bacon and avocado sandwich in granary bread (try one!), not a pizza or anything from Maccydee's.
It's an acquired taste. The painter that exemplifies the "look" best is Sickert. When he painted under Desgas he used colour in a European way -lot's of verve and dash. He refined his use of colour under the American Whistler and learnt to use tertiaries. But really came into his own when he got in with the English boys and eventually painted with a more English "look" than any of them (with the possible exception of Harold Rutherford - one of Sickert's pupils).
The mention of a bacon and avocado sandwich has done it....... lunch!






Scamps Yard

Scamps Yard. Oil on board 7"x6".

Now the weather is warming up and it's stopped raining for one day, I felt the need to paint in the open air.
My studio is in a workshop that sits in a yard of other workshops. The buildings are about 130 years old - early Victorian but there are other buildings in the yard that are considerably older. When I first came to this town there was still a stone mason and a smithy working in the yard.
Most of the ground floors of the workshops have been converted into garages (parking space is a commodity that's rare in this crowded coastal town) but the upper floors have been left, pretty much, as they were when they were built. The egress and exit to the yard are two narrow passages at either end. The widths of the passages were decided by the transport of the time, which would have been hand carts or horse drawn carts. It's possible with extreme care (and the wing mirrors pulled in!) to get a car through and into the yard. Consequently nearly all of the buildings have been left in their original state.
I love the look of these buildings, red roof tiles, orange brick, warm brown and ocher stone, blond floor tiles, peeling light blue paint - the differing proportions of the buildings all shoved together in a row, original doors and windows juxtaposed with shabby later additions.
 It's also a very peaceful place. It has the feel of a courtyard or a cloister. There is no through traffic and the nearest busy road is a fair distance off so the sounds of seagulls, smaller birds,  rustling leaves and an occasional dog bark predominate.
It's a great place to paint,  there are no interruptions and it's close by. Only the smell of food cooking and the dipping sun tell me when it's time to stop painting.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Glass of Whisky

Glass of Whisky. Oil on canvas board. 5"x6"
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Last of the xmas presents! It was nice while it lasted.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Marmalade jar

Marmalade jar. 6"x4" oil on canvas board
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I only eat marmalade in the winter and the jar's nearly empty - that means that spring is on it's way. 
I found a painters blog the other day. An English painter living in Provence, his name is Julian Merrow-Smith. Fantastic painter, he painted a jar of lavender honey and it's a beautiful piece of work. "Check him out" as we bloggers say!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Toy story 2

Diane x. Oil on canvas board. 6"x4"
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One of my daily paintings. The "x" is an old wood printing block - it's covered in dried ink which gives it a decorative look - and the Diane model is something I picked up in a boot sale. I was surprised to find,   whilst playing with the arrangement, that the boot opened - that completed the composition!

Monday, January 21, 2013

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Toy story

Toy story. oil on board. 6"x4"
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I've never been a collector as such but, occasionally I come across objects that have some resonance for me. One such item was the strange red tricycle shown in the painting. The character popping out of the back is Zebedee from the 70s children's program Magic Roundabout.
The Magic Roundabout has entered the cultural consiousness of the British Isles (I don't know how the rest of the world views it). It was a surreal program, with animal characters that were familiar to children and a wierd character (Zebedee) who had a red face with spots on the cheeks, a moustache and got about by means of a spring! Lots of conspiricy theories have sprung up about the hidden meanings woven into the program - but really it was a fairy story for kids. 
It's not that I'm a fan of the program - I was too old to really get into it. Its that I marvel at the effort, build ethic and expense that promoters of the program went to in a bid to keep interest alive. The object itself is pleasingly designed with an articulated body, bright colours and a mechanism (the yellow knob on the back of the vehicle) to make the character pop up. Its tough and durable - all the yellow parts are plastic, the red parts metal. It all still works and its 40 years old. All this effort to make a 3D illustration of a TV program!
I bought the plastic cowboy from a car boot sale (10p). I discovered whilst designing a cake for a child's birthday that sets of Cowboys and Indians are not on sale any more - not politically correct probably.
 I loved watching Cowboy films as a boy. The dress was exotic - all  leather and denim. Tons of buckles, straps and belts. Holsters, guns, knives, bows and arrows, lasso's and whips. Goodies and baddies, clearly defined through dress, horses and facial expressions. I identified more with Indians - cunning, wild and lived off the land, made stuff. But the most heroic of all was the guy that rode "shotgun". He got the high ground, a rocky outcrop, bell tower or on the back of a wagon, stagecoach or train. A lone wolf.
The figure seemed to fit in well to this little tableau - it seems that even if your a children's character, going for a ride on your tricycle, you need someone riding shotgun.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Available work

The paintings on this blog are available only from me. They are done only for this blog and aren't being placed in any galleries. If you are interested email me at nigelmasonart@yahoo.co.uk with a price between£30.00 and £50.00.
"Too cheap!" I hear you cry. Well, get in early before I become famous or, better still, die...... try buying them then.
I don't do Pay-Pal (yet!) but a cheque will do nicely. (do they still do cheques?)
The paintings are done from life, not photos. They are done in a single sitting with no re- touching. The objects that I paint belong to me and contain meaning and significance. These meanings and significances are usually written about alongside the images and, I think, give sort of an explanation of why the work was done.
Other paintings by me are available in London galleries at around the £1, 500 mark!

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Night light.

Bottle with two tins. Oil on board 8"x6"
SOLD

It's a bit nippy in the evenings to sit out the back in my (badly heated) studio. So I'm using my gallery office to paint in. There are no windows in the office so this painting was done under electric spot lights. It reminds me of Lucien Freud's night paintings. Electric light lends objects a characteristic look - it makes multiple highlights and shadows. The light seems yellow in comparison to natural light and, of course its unmoving. The last characteristic has quite a profound impact on the way a painting looks. An observational painting made in natural daylight has an "organic" feel. Edges that look sharp when the painting starts can completely dissolve as the painting progresses. Colour and tone change. Shadows move. The painter alters the painting with the light and its these alterations and reiterations that give the painting its "organic "feel. The observational painting completed under electric light has, to me, more of a photographic look to it. The steady light gives the painter time to look and fix the object in space, fix it tonally, be sure about the edges and have time to assess the colour -  hue and saturation and fix these with greater fidelity.
My next observational paintings will be made using different light sources. In the studio there's an old gas light that I plan to use. Its like an old fashioned car headlight that fixes to a gas bottle. I'm not so sure about how safe it is but if I stop blogging you'll know why! I may use the same objects - it'll make an interesting comparison.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Oil tin

Oil tin. oil on board 9"x7"
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This is todays daily painting - an oil tin that I've had for years. I was given a gallon of Copperplate oil a few years back (beautiful stuff!) and this tin to decant it into. Over the years, with use, the oil has dribbled down the side and congealed. The cap won't go on now and rests at this jaunty angle - it's got character this tin! 



Thursday, January 10, 2013

Orange Box

Oil on board 9"x9". Available from nigelmasonart@yahoo.co.uk

Painted this morning. Blogging about paint tubes made me want to paint one of my old boxes. I got this one from a car boot sale (20p). It contained three tubes of artist quality paint - bargain!
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

single tube

potboiler: oil on board 7"x5"

Tubes of paint (oil paint) have always had an allure for me. In my adolescent years, when most of my mates were staring longingly at the unobtainable girls, I was doing the same, but in addition I had a secret vice; I lusted after tubes of paint. Not just any old paint - I had standards. You could keep your cheap, plastic topped, skinny, gaudily wrapped tubes (they would do if there was nothing else!). What I wanted was a voluptuous, full, partially wrapped, artist quality tube.
At weekends I would take a bus into the city and visit the art gallery. I loved the Pre Raphaelites, Stanley Spencer, George Clausen, any Post Impressionists that happened to be showing but I lingered longer over the Sickert paintings - something about the low light, de-saturated gobbets of real live paint. After a few hours of being followed about the galleries by bored, officious (don't touch the paintings!) security men I would head off to Boots chemist (not for them!). In those days (1966) Boots sold oil paint; racks of it. All of it out of my price range (6d) They sold them in sets of three in orange boxes all lined up like a beauty contest. The names were exotic. Alizarin crimson, Rose Madder, Prussian Blue, Naples Yellow! After feasting my eyes long enough to get the sales assistants curious, I would pick up a tube of the most expensive red and, acting my head off in a bid to convince the staff I might buy, I would unscrew the small metal top and sniff the contents. Heady perfume! If I felt brave enough I would craftily squeeze a bit of the paint into the palm of my hand as I replaced the cap for viewing later in the daylight. If anybody riding the same bus home  noticed me, I wonder what they made of the 14 year old boy staring intently at the stigmata on his hands?
To this day I love that smell. And ogling pure colour. My ardor hasn't waned for the pliable full bodied tube- and I paint them as others paint their mistress.

Oil containers

Oil containers. Oil on board 9"x7"
(available)

The object on the left is a strange oil can that I was given by a printer. The model Esso pump on the right I picked up at a car boot sale. I'm not a collector by nature but sometimes objects evoke other, unknown, lives and contain characters of their own. These characters are amplified when the objects are juxtaposed.
Single tube. Oil on board. 8"x6"
Available (including over the top, Victorian frame) from nigelmasonart@yahoo.co.uk

Daily painting

Lilies in jar. Oil on canvas, 22"x16"




`The lilies took a little longer than I thought they would. I had a single sprig and it wouldn't stand upright in the jar I'd put it in. By the time I had arranged the flowers in the light and stopped it falling over with an elastic band, the light started fading. I'll finish them tomorrow and post an image.

Glasses.
I need reading glasses for close work but when I start a painting I don't use them (does any body else do this?). I find eyeballing without glasses enables me to read tone and spacial relationships better. I do wear them later on in the painting process but this causes a problem. I can't focus on the still life but my painting is in sharp focus and there is a kind of fazing going on. Variofocals distort too much. Hmmmm. I end up wearing two pairs of specs - one pair above the other. All very well until my partner brings a cup of tea and spills it over my work with laughing so hard!

Red, Blue, Yellow, Brownie.

Red, Blue, Yellow, Brownie. Oil on canvas board 16"x12"
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A painting about image-making equipment. The title is also a pun on the limited pallet I use when painting (Titanium white as well of course - but I didn't know how to include the associated image in the composition!).

Brushes, photo, mirror.

brushes, photo, mirror. Oil on canvas 20"x16"

A painting completed from life in one sitting. Its a kind of self portrait but not the conventional type. I didn't want to paint my face alone,  because those paintings seem to say "This is how I look". I wanted to say "This is who I am"
To this end I've included the tools of my trade (brushes), a family photo and a small mirror. The brushes are used by me on a daily basis. I grow to like them and start using my favourites more often than the others. I form a relationship with them. I wear them down in a characteristic way- not just the bristles the stock too. They become an extension of my body, I don't notice that I'm holding them. When they are worn out I'm reluctant to change them and I certainly can't throw them away. So they sit there in glass jars. They were once part of who I am.
The photo is of me and my family on holiday in France in 1958. I can remember posing for the photo and the holiday vividly. We (my two brothers, Mam and Dad) were flown from a big,dirty, cold industrial city in the north of England and a couple of hours later landed in a warm, sweet smelling, funny sounding, French, sea-side town. The light was blinding, the heat was stifling, we were dressed in our best clothes - all the time! We had been bought Silvine sketchbooks. (you can just make them out on our knees). The sun was heating the covers of the books and making a smell that I remember still. I drew incessantly because the light made everything more vibrant and colourful. I became an artist then - I never stopped drawing. I learned as I studied art that Picasso had probably been there, at the same time - just round the corner with his wife and mistress.
The mirror holds a physical reflection of  my face as I'm working. They also have a totemic value for me, in that they are one of the three things in life that produce images - lenses, mirrors, humans.  


Another day in paradise.
I'm in the studio today. I'm painting  some flowers (lilies) that my partner was given by her brother. Its a way of preserving the flowers and a reminder of the circumstances surrounding the gift. I'll post an image later!