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May 18, 2013

A Trip to Cornwall

At last the painting season has truly  begun! I have a few painting expeditions in my calendar this year, holidays with friends are lovely, but the painting opportunities are limited. On this trip however I was kindly invited along with members of the Wapping Group to join the East Anglian Group of Marine Artists for a weeks painting in Sennen Cove in Cornwall. The great thing about this sort of visit is that the whole thing is arranged around painting. So many thanks for the invite!

Packing for such trips is always perplexing. What media should I take and how much paper, boards and canvas? Will it rain, blow or be hot as an oven? With these eventualities in mind I usually start a week before, assembling stuff to take on a sofa. By the time the trip is a day away the sofa is creaking with the weight of painting sundries and I am considering hiring a small truck! Severe editing then has to take place… three easels, two must go. Pastels, acrylics and sundry media are discarded. Four pochade boxes of various dimensions, again one is enough! Will I really cover 30 boards and ten canvasses with oil paintings in six days? The canvasses go and half the boards too. Do I need six kinds of watercolour paper? I shall not go on, you get the idea. I was sharing the trip with Steve Alexander of the Wapping Group so two painter’s sundries had to be accommodated in a single vehicle… fortunately Steve paints smaller than I do!

We took a leisurely journey down looking to paint a bit on the way down. The weather looked like it was not going to play fair. Severe storms were forecast and when we got as far as Somerset and arrived at Berrington Hall, where we thought we might paint a bit, we found all National Trust properties were shut in case trees landed on people! Out of sheer stubbornness I did a quick watercolour anyway to cock a snook at the uncooperative elements. Real painters laugh in the face of hurricanes. As is often the case with dramatic weather the light effects were beautiful with sudden breaks in the hurrying clouds allowing the sun to light up swathes of countryside and making fantastic contrasts. All of which is, due to the conditions and the brevity of the effects, hard if not impossible to paint. All you can do is take a few snaps and hope you can remember how it really was. I’ll just start with the paintings this isn’t a travelogue after all.

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Berrington Hall, Somerset, watercolour

This is the quick sketch I snatched from our abortive visit to Berrington Hall. The sun was flickering in and out like a strobe light so I had to fix the shadow

patterns in my memory. You can’t really consider composition in such quick paintings so I just try and catch the basics of the scene as directly as possible.

Nonetheless I don’t shortcut the process and do a quick pencil layout to get everything placed correctly. The one thing I do differently to a more leisurely painting

is that I often lay in the darks first and overlay the mid tones and finally do the light tones, the reverse of my usual watercolour process. This is very fast as the

darks establish the structure immediately. The downside is that you have to lay the next two layers very carefully in single strokes so as not to stir up the work

already done. I finally restate the darkest darks, the whole process takes only about 20min at this 7in by 5in size.

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Sennen, Cornwall, dawn, plein air, oil painting

The first morning. Having looked at the forecast the best light of the day looked to be early. So full of the joys of spring and fuelled by misplaced confidence

I set out at dawn. This time of day is very often the most beautiful but also the light is changing at its fastest. The only hope is to just set to and paint as fast

as possible, ignoring details and trying to get the basic tones true to what you are seeing. To make the whole thing harder the light on your painting and palette

is far from ideal and the final work if you are not careful can look wrong when seen in good light. To this end it is important to mix your colours using experience

as well as eyesight! If you are mixing Cadmium Red or some other beast of a colour into your tones then caution is advised. This is Sennen looking over to Sunny

Corner Lane. 14in by 10in oils.

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Sennen, Cornwall, sea, plein air, oil painting

After that I went down to the shore and painted this. The light as dawn progresses moves faster and faster so I had only 15 min to splash this in. It is very

rough and ready but combined with a photo it will be invaluable for a watercolour I have planned. 12in by 10in Oils.

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St Just, tin mine, Levant Mine, cornwall, chimney, watercolour.

Steve and I then set out after breakfast to see what might be painted on what was becoming a grey and rather breezy day. We ended up at the Levant tin

mine which clings to the cliffs near St Just. This is the second painting I did as an oil of the main mine and engine house went horribly wrong! I am much

more likely to miss the target with oils alas as I just don’t have the command over the medium that I have in watercolours. It is something that frustrates me

but the only way to get better is to work at it and accept the catastrophes that inevitably occur. That doesn’t stop me from cussing and moaning though!  I did

this to cheer myself up, it only too 15 min or so and is probably the best painting of the trip. Watercolour 1/4 sheet arches Not.

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Sennen, watercolour, plein air

The end of the day looked like this… and the forecast for the next day looked a bit mixed to say the least. This is looking down to Sennen from the window

of Atlantic Lodge where we were staying. 7in by 5in watercolour. I have been using a Liquitex acrylic white marker which is rather useful. It seems to sit better

in the picture that chinese white or gouache and can be washed over to tint it. Here I have used it to put in the buildings and washed over with a soft grey blue.

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St Ives, Cornwall, plein air, oil painting

We headed to St Ives in the hope that should the weather turn bad we could paint from shelter. I had terrible trouble with this. It is not a very “me” subject

too much like the millions of standard seaside boaty views that infest the many galleries in the town. It is quite changed from the original plein air as it was

reworked on a following wet day. As I was with other very experienced painters all tinkering with their minor masterpieces much advice was given! The result

is even less me I’m afraid, though I learnt a fair bit from the process that will help with further efforts. Oil 14in by 10in.

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St Ives, watercolour, Cornwall, plein air.

After doing the previous one twice and leaving it unfinished I took advantage of a brief spell of sun to do this sketch. Much happier with this, the

composition has much more going for it. St Ives 7in by 5in watercolour.

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St Ives, watercolour, plein air

Last St Ives one. The weather was deteriorating severely with showers coming in quick succession. As one of these was clearing I did this. The conditions were

very difficult with the wind trying to blow away anything that wasn’t nailed down and flurries of rain interfering with the washes. My palette ended up

completely covered with sand. Still despite the obstacles probably the best of the day. 7in by 5in watercolour.

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sennen cove, cornwall, oil painting, plein air

Last one of the day the clouds cleared for a decent sunset and the light was fabulous for a brief while. This is from Sunny Corner lane looking across

to Sennen Cove. It was terribly windy and I had to grip my pochade with one hand while painting. Oils. 12in by 10in.

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Lamorna Cove, watercolour

The next day was pretty grim. A completely flat grey light. At least the rain had abated so Steve and I set out to Lamorna Cove a popular subject of the

Newlyn School of painters one of whom changed his name to Lamorna Birch… I shall be leaving my moniker alone though as Deptford Rob sounds like

a bank robber not a painter. These outrageous plants whose name I forget were growing by the stream so I painted them as an exercise. Such sketches are

never going to be art, but fun to do nonetheless and technically quite difficult. 7in by 5in watercolour.

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Lamorna cove, cornwall, sea

It wasn’t worth doing an oil or large watercolour so I contented myself with another sketch. Then the rain started and we headed off a little down cast by

the conditions. 7in by 5in Watercolour.

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Levant Mine, St Just cormwall, tin mine, watercolour

We headed back via the Levant tin mine where the light had perked up a bit. Not to last alas. 10in by 8in watercolour.

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Levant, st Just, Cornwall, watercolour

We had a look along the coast as we headed back looking for spots to paint on the following days. This is not far from St Just, the rain was coming in, so done

sitting in the car with the wipers on! Very tricky. 7in by 5in watercolour.

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Atlantic Lodge, sennen, cornwall, interior, watercolour

The next day was a washout. 70 mile an hour winds and driving rain. So we all titivated out previous paintings and to fill

in time painted this interior. Great fun to try and paint the subtle flow of light from the window. I must do more interiors

they are rather fun and hard to do. 1/4 sheet watercolour.

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Cape Cornwall, the Brisons, watercolour.

There was a lull in the rain so I went out shopping in St Just and went down to Cape Cornwall to see what was there. The sun had come out and lured me

off down the coast path looking for potential subjects. It was still and sunny but I could see a huge squall approaching across the sea. These are the Brisons

which stand out to sea near the cape. On my way back to the car the squall hit and I was nearly blown over by the wind. There is no doubt wild weather is

very trying but it also makes for wonderful moments of light. 7in by 5in watercolour

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Cape Cornwall, sea, watercolour

I told Steve of the delights of Cape Cornwall, so as he was desperate to get out we headed back to catch the last of the light. Far to windy to paint outside

so we worked from the car. As we worked the subject slowly became invisible until Steve muttered, “I can’t see the subject or the painting, or the palette, but

still I paint!” After a fit of the giggles we retreated to the warm and dry. 7in by 5in watercolour.

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Mousehole, cornwall, oil painting, plein air, harbour, boats, fishing

This is Mousehole, an eye-wateringly pretty fishing village. I am kicking myself now for just painting one of the standard views. I’m afraid I hate the

result. I got it far too busy initially so I simplified it a fair bit once home, I might try and make it work better once dry. I think some coloured glazes both

warm and cool cold unify and make it hang together better. It’s not bad exactly but just boring. I was a bit cast down by this, so the only one of the day.

oils 20in by 12in.

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Cape Cornwall, boats, plein air, oil painting

For our last day we went to back to Cape Cornwall. A lovely sunny day. The light was very dramatic and eminently paintable. I got the distance in without

mishap but lost my way slightly with the boats. Once I got it back I could immediately see that the contrasts on the boats was not strong enough so I darkened

 the shadows and suddenly the whole thing worked. I don’t think it took more than 5min. It is so easy to miss the obvious when painting plein air due to the

intensity of the involvement required to get the whole thing composed and painted before the light moves on. 14in by 10in oils.

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The Brisons, Cape Cornwall, oil painting, plein air

Last one. We moved down the coast a bit and did the Brisons. The light was gorgeous and the sea changing from moment to moment. Steve and I

painted two pictures that could have been from different days, but they were both there briefly! 10in by 8in oils. That’s it I have put in both good efforts

and bad as that is the truth of painting. No matter how long you practice and whatever level of skill you achieve failure is only a breath away!

I wasn’t going to do a travelogue but seem to have done so, ah well never mind…

March 13, 2013

Some studio paintings, and William Turnbull.

Filed under: Art History,Drawing,London,Painting,Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , — Rob Adams @ 5:23 pm

I shall have to make efforts not to rant here. Arts documentaries nearly always get my goat. One on William Turnbull had me foaming at the mouth even more than usual. It was in the standard format lingering shots drifting over the art with evocative music setting the mood. Then series of talking heads with all the usual suspects saying how golly gosh darn good he was. It was more of a eulogy than a documentary. The man himself drivelled on about how he came from working class roots and name checked the artists he met in Paris. All of which desperately ignored the fact that his work was to a large degree boring and derivative of other artists who’s work he struggled to make arid emulations of. His early spindly Giacometti phase was especially risible. The fragments of badly made Paolozzi were a giggle too.
He did in essence do everything that was needed to fit in with his contemporaries. The art establishment loved him for it and apparently still does. All the words were wheeled out: magisterial, towering, ageless, absolute integrity etc. Other artists etc popped up and made a quick curtsey, Anthony Gormley, the supremely irritating establishment flunky Matthew Collings and finally the sainted Serota himself. Meanwhile on the screen there were dodgy knock offs of Barnett Newmans with added splodges of colour in one of the fields that looked as if he had thrown a brush at the thing in despair.
What infuriated me most was the ritual genuflection to “drawing”. There was a shot which the man himself was shown reverently sorting through his own works of genius. We were quickly reassured that drawing didn’t mean just rendering what might be in front of you, oh no that isn’t drawing. Drawing is a mystical communion with the purest creative spirits, Matthew Collings popped up and told us that drawing from anything in a representational manner was just making a cartoon of the world. He meant cartoon in the Disney meaning of the word not the classical. The genius himself popped up in the early stages and reassured us as to his love of the life room. I’ll put one of his effort below, you had best hold on lest you be blasted from your seat by his raw talent. He apparently worked as a youth for DC Thompson… what as we wonder tea boy?
Turnbull
Well that puts Michelangelo in his place doesn’t it! Would it be unkind to say that it is just as well he stuck to abstraction? We were then patronised by Matthew Collings again, who told us that abstraction was just too “hard” for most people. No Matthew we understand it fine, it’s mostly just a bit dry and boring and rather too easy to do well enough to just about pass muster. Here is one of Matthew’s efforts done with the help of his partner Emma Biggs. They can’t draw or paint, but hey lets not let that hold us back! Anyway he can talk for England which is far more important.
Biggs Collings
Matthew said, “We think about visual ideas — colour and tone, and formal arrangement as a metaphor for the material world.” Emma rules all the lines and mixes the paint while Matthew does the masking and filling in. Well done Emma and Matthew! It will make lovely table cloth.
Back to the mean and moody Turnbull. He had an apparent fondness for having himself photographed in film noir black and white lurking by one of his sculptures. He is a handsome devil no doubt and I’m sure he had all the ladies aquiver in art college. I don’t actually dislike his abstract work. Most of it is inoffensively pleasant. The sculptures are adequately Hepworthy when he does Hepworth and when he does female forms he puts twee little apple like bosoms on them like other sculptors and tribal chaps do. He does a nice line in polite redefinitions of primitive figures in the ancient Mediterranean manner that would look the part in any garden. The paintings are polite scaled down versions of the American abstract expressionists, sadly though they are all better at it than he is.
He died last year at the age of 90 odd, so it is plainly the time for beatification. I’m sure they will succeed Turnbull is supremely innocuous and presses all the right art historical buttons. Indeed he is the epitome, one might almost say a compilation of approved art establishment styles, if he didn’t exist they would have to have invented him, which for most practical purposes it seems to be more or less what they did.
I have just read the reviews in the papers, not one of them does anything much else other than paraphrase the the documentary, the Independent blames the shrubbery at Chatsworth for the out door exhibition of sculptures blending in with them, which seems unfair!

On to more pleasant matters though. I have been trying to get some studio work done. I have been trying a new approach , which is to work on a set of 4 or 5 paintings at a time and maybe reworking old stuff. This means I can work at a painting for an hour or two and then set it aside and do some on another then returning to each a few days later when some drying has taken place. After a bit I have found it is quite an effective way of working. One of the big plus points is that when working away at one you can turn and consider another. Because the cunning old brain is full of the painting to hand you suddenly see yesterday’s one in a new light and a way of improving it leaps to mind. It also seems to help with overworking as you don’t get carried away with less important factors and can keep the bigger picture, as it were, to the fore. So here is the first batch!

City of London, urban, oil painting
This is a reworking or more like a finishing off of a picture painted last year. It is in the City of London near Mansion House. I reworked the tones from left to right so that the flow of light was more unified and generally richer. Below is how it got left for a year nearly. As the picture was dry I could glaze broadly to enrich the colour without effecting the underlying brush work. 24in by 18in Oil on canvas.

Mansion House, oil painting, London, city
The old version looks very palid!

Royal Exchange, London, city, oil painting
This is the Royal Exchange, I have painted this many times. It was based on a very quick plein air done early one morning on the way to a client. The little sketch had a magic I wanted to catch. I decided to alter the mood to winter but other than that I let myself be guided by the sketch. I went up and photographed again and also I had some snaps of traffic and cyclists taken on the day of the sketch. All together quite a lot of information to glue together. 36in by 18in oil on canvas.

Mansion House, London, city, plein air
Here is the wee 5in by 7in sketch. I really tried hard to keep the feel of this.

Charing Cross, station, platform, railway, oil painting
This is Charing Cross station. All from photo ref this one no chance of setting up an easel here! I have done a few of these, there is something fascinating about railway stations both in the rush hour and in quieter moments. Not quite finished but needs to dry before glazing.

Mary Le Strand, London, Strand, oil painting
Another one from a plein air sketch. I am really pleased to be getting some work done from plein air sketches that keeps the mood. It is something that has always seemed to elude me but I seem to have found the beginnings of a way forward. This is Mary Le Strand looking up the Strand towards Charing Cross. 24in by 18in oil on canvas.

mary le strand, london, plein air
Lastly here is the original sketch that is a tiny 5in by 7in painted standing holding my wee pochade.

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