Whistler

This, a half-year later, was the second and only follow up to the previous drawing.

It is also with mechanical pen on a Japanese printing paper, but this time it’s a male head, not a personality study, but focuses on those parts of the face involved in the sensational act of producing brilliant, flute-like, bird-like, sun lit tones.

Whistlehead

Figurehead

The female head shown below is an experiment drawn with a mechanical drafting pen. It is on an oriental printing paper with a considerable nap to its surface, which in turn pushed the pen into an unexpected, unpredicted character of line. Essentially the tool was suspended vertically between my fingers and thumb and moved lightly enough above the paper to create marks without ripping the fibres, which likely accounts for the poetic restraint and the rhythmic, arcing of lines.

No model was used, either in the flesh or by way of photo reference. And no preconception followed, other than to aim for a face, and allow the accumulative marks to determine which personality would arrive, and begin to grow on the page. After the fact I realized that my sculptor side had responded by laying down course upon course of contour lines; that both Giacometti, in his studies of Annette, and Henry Moore, in his studies of sheep, and in some of his war-time subway figures, had arrived at similar approaches before me; hence, though I loved the powerful result, I made only one other companion study.

The most startling aspect of this drawing though, even a dramatic personal surprise for me several years after this drawing, came when my relocation from one Canadian province to live in another, brought about numerous encounters with a local artist-writer of whom you could easily have said this was her singular, penetrating pose.

Victoria

Daffodils

The daffodils were executed in pen and ink combined with tones of a rolled-tissue brush without  preliminary pencil work—with an underdrawing the artist loses the advantage of the freshness of risk taking: too many decisions are solved ahead of time, everything is visually too safe and secure, too posed and poised, and not as much of the artistry is revealed as in a direct, aggressive, confident problem-solving-hand/eye-attack-as-you-go.

If an image has narrative the story I most want it to relate is the visual directness of how the artpiece is constructed.

DaffodilsNew

Ebb Tide

The presence of tides with scent of kelp and seaweed speak of an ocean’s edge.

Add these particular mosses, lichens, and nearby evergreens stunted by salt spray, and more precisely the location is Kiley’s Cove, Roddickton, NL on the North Atlantic Ocean.

The area features an in-draught of sea in the relative shelter of, and mid-way along a long, narrow bay with today  a calm benevolent morning wind at zephyr stage.

A memory cell whispers, “seize the scene.”

Kiley'sCove

Bone Picked, Bone Plated

My obsession with my little sculpture continues.

The bone, in its original state, came from a pot-roast so for this portrait shoot of it I’ve taken it back to a ceramic plate with cutlery and table mat to carry the suggestion that the eyes still find it delectable.

If you have not read elsewhere in this blog, I do wish you to know my diet in recent decades is mostly plant-based.

BoneSculpture

Fillière  ©  Apr 15, 2018