Cap & Hand

The drawing below is only incidentally about the flash of a hurrying workman’s hand to retain his cap in a gust of wind.

It’s really all about the scurry and placement, the dance of the artist’s hand, across a page to enable and register, at high speed, the correct distribution and pressure of soft charcoal lines in the best possible composition; the art of artless effort.

Mine this careless calligraphy of hand, heart, soul.

Cap

Hand

My right hand draws my left but the only meaning resides in the marks of the pen as the nib contacts the texture of the paper surface; the accumulation of the marks are in the form of a hand but the content and context are transmuted into artistry.

Sky Fall

House, tree, and north-side neighbour, having each spent its/his every physical resource, have each, by time, at different times in the past decade, now been removed.

My eyes, and my camera, were entertained, and miss the J.K. Rowling effect of that earlier full-blown winter roof-line with its magnificently gnarled, pruned, decrepit maple fingers / hands / arms choreographing the full range of winter skies: a Harry Potter house with raccoons and bats; a wonderful wonky-eyed tree.

Maplemarch

 

Chop-Chop

Five components, all of different irregular sizes, have been cut with ruler and knife from several different pages of random ink and pen or brush markings. In each instance the markings suggest that they continue outside of its local edges.

The individual pieces are then collaged into a new image which in itself also implies an existence outside of its boundaries. A male torso prototype, or perhaps it’s an alligator lurching after prey, or, it becomes whatever the mind wishes to see though it has obviously gained much from the artlessness of abstractions.

Collage, and abstraction, are now of course both century old artistic techniques but obviously they can still energize one’s imagination, and provide a solid workout for compositional skills.

MaleT

Fillière  ©  20th 3  2018

 

Vertebral Vertigo

This extraordinary find, a vertebrae from a pot-roast, emerged pretty much as is from the carving up of that roast at a dinner table long years before I had decided to choose a vegetarian diet. The butcher’s part in the shaping of this one-armed Winged Victory Venus is evident in the exquisite chops he made in the trimming of the roast on its left side, its lower front facet, and provide a sitting base, all with accidental and absolutely impeccable placement.

My addition was to recognize the perfection of the shape and form of the piece, and to limit my intervention and claim to ownership to the addition of texture by scratching the bone and rubbing pigments into the scratches. It is a found art masterpiece that sits easily into the palm of one hand.

Vertebral Vertigo