Scenes Today

May 10th, 2010

Indian Summer Indian-Summer

Whatever the truth about global warming,    first hand experience tells me that the  individual character of each of the year’s  weather seasons is becoming less and less  distinct.

Not only are the cycles of summer’s rise and  winter’s drop in temperature being evened  out but there are also ‘unseasonal’ bouts of  weather simply where they shouldn’t be in  the calendar- snows at Easter, frosts in May  and ‘indian summers’ (hitherto by common  consent confined to October) curling into      November and December.

It’s as though Mother Earth, realising how detached we have become from the natural pattern of  living with the rhythm and necessities of the seasons, has given up on them herself.  English people under thirty consistently dress as though they are actually walking about in Los Angeles and birdlife adapts to city lighting throughout the night with the dawn chorus being triggered as street lamps come on.

So if your eye is caught by a painting whose composition includes snow capped hills, bare trees, and a couple with a significant lack of clothing, then you’ll know it’s an image from the early 21st century in England

Latest Story

April 30th, 2010

Autumn in Amalfi

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Autumn had come to the Amalfi coast during my visit a couple of years ago. A light mist hung over the cliffs and ravines that tumble into the sea,  bleaching out colours and blurring distant outlines.  On the hill tops behind and above, snow had put in a first appearance and the streets of Amalfi town were somehow forlorn in their relative emptiness following the hot crush of summer.  A hint of melancholy and ‘end-of-season’ fatigue hung with a tangible chill in the air.

Up in the better-off hill towns, silent german limousines glide across clean genteel squares and down narrow streets with their half-hidden superior hotels- undemonstrative vernacular facades with seriously classy interior refits and at the back, an outlook over fabulous dramatic coastal scenes from the ‘outdoor rooms’ of private terraces.

I’m supposed to be grown up now but I can’t help being fascinated by the kind of wealth and the ease it brings to the clientele of these hotels. The protective sheen, the aura around these people regardless of their ‘fortune’ in the looks and bodies nature actually gave to them. Is it there regardless or because of the ‘history’ to be read in their faces?

Or is that all just me looking for the poor man’s consolation of identifying a ‘price’ that always has to be paid?

Whatever the reality, this is a subject and a location ripe for a bit of romantic if overheated speculation. Having dropped some heavy- duty hints here,  I certainly hope this picture speaks for itself.

If you ‘read’  it then you could buy a limited edition print of it. Just click on the home link and go to  landscapes

Starcross’d Entry

November 9th, 2009

Here’s my entry to the Observer/Random House/Comica 2009 competition:

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see previous 2 posts  below for all I have to say about this for now.

To see more of the complete field of entries click here

Observer/RandomHouse/Comica competition 2009

November 7th, 2009

A great call for ‘unsuccessful’ entries:

go to brokenkode.com read the post and add your own comments and participate, I certainly am.

see also previous post ‘Starcross’d’

Starcross’d

November 3rd, 2009

We’re all on the alert for paying opportunities these days and I clearly wasn’t the only one to spot the Observer/Random House/ Comica Graphic Short Story competition.

I had a fledgling story that I thought could fly. An ageing ‘loner’ goes back to the village where he grew up and where the inhabitants have good reason to resent and fear his return. Told in first- person narrative, the picture S-X-p5-optpanels initially show just the shadow cast by the protagonist onto the inhabitants and scene of the village. Only at the close is he actually shown, and then in the crucial landscape that made him what he is. These panels (hand rendered watercolours) were assembled into page compositions with text all in Photoshop.

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Having seen the competition prize-winners posted this week it occurs to me that by comparison my entry must have appeared to the genteel judges as jarring, unpleasant, sexist and S-X-p10-optlatently violent. And there I was thinking I had come up with quite a striking little number, a little bleak perhaps, but laced with some bitter chuckles.

What was happening here? Aren’t comics supposed to be jarring, unpleasant, violent and funny all at the same time? Here in the UK I’m thinking Beano (before emasculation), 2000AD, Viz, the If Chronicles…… And that’s just in my lifetime- the English tradition has always embraced the garish, the ribald, the gruesome, the grotesque, and been totally ‘upfront’ about it.

So I had clearly made a mistake, made a wrong call. These well-mannered winners are part of a new ‘form’ – they are this thing called ‘graphic short stories’. Looking at both this and last year’s winners there are clear characteristics to the form.

First and most obviously is the childlike ‘naif’ drawing and colouring that is complemented by the ‘teenage’ looped handwriting for lettering. I’m not sure whether this is a ‘style’ as such, maybe an affectation to distance the works from the accomplishments of cgi enhanced graphics (and all their values and associations) or an open acknowledgement of a limitation in technical skills that are no longer studied or taught in their traditional ‘hand-made’ manner? It could also be seen as charming, tactile, and, paradoxically for a shared style, individually expressive- clearly the judges all think so.

This ‘look’ entirely suits and draws out (sorry) the best in the subject matter. Parents and children (the getting of ‘golden’ moments), husbands and wives (eternal misunderstandings), pets and humans (sometime talking cats).

So I’ve learnt something but unless I undergo a change of heart both in inspiration and style I won’t be returning to this competition next year. It’s no place for my kind of stuff.

A Painting of Two Halves

October 21st, 2009

St Paul’s Bay, Lindos, Rhodes.

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watercolour 428 x 248 mm

This well known location on the island of Rhodes made a strong impression on me a few weeks ago when I attended a close family wedding there. This watercolour painting was made for the happy couple as a souvenir of a highly memorable occasion.

The afternoon of the day before the ceremony I spent some time walking around the bay assessing various views where the small white chapel is the focus.  The obvious angles, already well covered in tourist photos and prints for sale in local shops, didn’t seem to capture the key experience of walking up the steps into the chapel precinct where the weddings actually take place. Only this view, to my eye, contained all the elements that really made the scene- including the bay itself and the Acropolis of Lindos in the background.

So, sitting on the low stone wall flanking the slope down to the water of the bay( with my calves catching the burning sun), I began some exploratory sketches setting up the composition and relative proportions as experienced rather than photographed (see blog entry ‘Award for Excellence’ March 2009)

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Clearly there was an issue of composition to deal with- the scene divides itself all too neatly in half: the foreground chapel and its precinct on the right and the distant Acropolis and bay to the left. How was I going to properly render these disparate elements yet unite them in a single composition?

Only in the act of painting the scene did the solution present itself. I had already decided to radically ‘crop’ the promontory of rocks edging out from the chapel precinct to bring the Acropolis closer in to the centre of the picture. In the colour study rehearsing tone values, the first sky wash went in and I then tentatively added the complex establishing wash for the key foreground shadows making up the steps, trees and chapel. I put this in with the same sky wash, purely out of convenience, and, ay caramba, the solution presented itself – BLUE.  Blue underpainting in concert with the blue sky running across the upper half of the painting would unite the composition.

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The blue wash layers, deepened in the foreground with red to violet, were balanced with muted neutrals, both warm and cool, for paths, and the volcanic rock outcrops of the Acropolis. Deep greens for the tree next to the chapel and those on the distant horizon added the final colour counterpoint ‘punching up’ the whole effect.

Fine art limited edition prints of this painting are now available please go to the main site via the  ‘home’ link opposite and click on landscapes in the right hand menu.

In the words of the song-

August 15th, 2009

‘Every picture tells a story don’t it’ perfect-b-blog-upload‘A Perfect Beach’ watercolour 340mm x 247mm

Some watercolour painters rarely include a human figure in their compositions and then only to provide scale to the real subject- usually a magnificent landscape or a dominating city scene. Others concentrate solely on the figure usually in the form of an ‘alla prima’ type virtuoso study. Here the figure may be a nude or a character- a beauty, an eccentric, someone with their life experiences ‘written’ on their features ready to be set down. Others still paint to demonstrate a facility, a technique, for showing how dramatic light falls across a group or an individual and the depth and intricacy of counter shadow that is formed.

This watercolour, ‘A Perfect Beach’ started as an exercise to extend my painting technique to ‘handle’ a foreground figure. Using a magazine clipping for reference I laid in the main figure in two simple flat washes: one for her basic shape and the second to indicate broadly her areas of shadow.

Wanting something more I laid in the horizontal wash for the sea horizon as some sort of balance against the upright figure of the young woman.

Now I really had a problem. Being an illustrator by inclination I now felt that in order to continue this exercise with any sort of conviction I needed answers to the questions I had unwittingly provoked in my own mind. What was she doing there by the sea? Where actually was she? I needed a story. Or else abandon it.

It seemed that if a story was ever to emerge that would fit this start, then more figures were needed. Interaction was required. So in went the couple at the shoreline and the lapping waters in which they stand. Simple almost ambiguous strokes were the order here. At this stage, these two were only the other half of a pictorial argument I had yet to stir up.

Still without any clear storyline, I switched to developing the ‘where’. To match the lapping blue waters I put in the headland with the hints of rocky shoreline and ‘Aegean’ pines in groups. I lifted out streaks of the sea around the rocks and extended the sea horizon upwards, all to integrate the ‘new’ headland into the composition. Staying with ‘where’, the terrace wall, chair and table went in. The table was nearly a disaster. The combination of lack of paper at the picture perimeter and a deckle edge to the sheet caused the dark wash to bleed ‘inside’ the paper sucking it up towards the main figure. Furious tilting and blotting followed! I’d broken the first rule of watercolour. I’d started without a clear plan.

Nevertheless these moves had been crucial- two key gestures within the story were now evident. The foreground figure was either getting up from the chair, startled, or sitting down horrified. And the beach couple were in dispute. Either she was pulling him back or he was dragging her away.

Using more of the same flesh and shadow tones, deepened and warmed, I laid in more overlapping washes developing the foreground figure and allowing each to dry before continuing.  I lifted out parts of the earlier washes to give her a swimsuit- only partially successfully around the shoulder straps. Fine drawn shadow areas similarly brought out the shore couple together with appropriate splashes of ‘costume’ colour.

I decided to stop- the second golden rule of watercolour. I liked what I now had even though it was still not settled in my head- what was going on!  The title I gave it, which really only works when you say it out loud, reflects this uncertainty. Anyway, which one is the ‘bitch’?

Fine art limited edition prints of this painting are now available. Please go to the main site via the  ‘home’ link opposite and click on ‘landscapes’ in the right-hand menu.

A Bonus

July 2nd, 2009

Getting it

Bonus-Wpress-upload This is a ‘Baffledman’ feature                                                                                                    for more go to Homepage and                                                                                                  click on ’strips and stories’

Buzzard numbers rise

May 21st, 2009

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About

March 19th, 2009

me-13I began my career as an architect specialising in concept design and graphic presentation during the ‘boom and bust’ years of the 1980’s and early 90’s.

 

Disillusioned with the compromises and commercialised values of those times, I taught studio design part-time at the Liverpool School of Architecture for 10 years followed by a shorter stay at the Manchester School. The stimulus of coming into contact with talented students who were to go on to become leading young practitioners provoked a sequence of theoretical designs that were shortlisted in international architectural competitions. Encouraged by the celebrated critic Martin Pawley, this career phase culminated in a series of controversial self-illustrated articles published in the international journal ‘World Architecture’ during 1993-4 see blog ‘Dislocation’

 

My consultancy ‘Ideas Illustrated’ features renowned practices SOM(London), Pentagram, and Arups among its many clients. Looking at recent projects, my work as designer of the children’s hospice, Ty Gobaith, in the Conwy Valley, North Wales, and my artwork for the highly successful interactive exhibits at the National Waterfront Museum, Swansea stand out in my mind.

 

‘gilbert pictures’ was set up in April 2006 when its website went live online but really my creation of  limited edition prints dates back to 1989 with the Editions Gallery at the Bluecoat Arts, Liverpool and has continued with local galleries Benards and Morgan Roberts in North Wales. My series of images ‘Light on the Orme’ were the subject of a solo exhibition at the Museum gallery, Llandudno, and my work has also featured in the ‘Coast’ and Mid-Wales Open exhibitions.

 

I have received two ‘Awards for Excellence’ from the American Institute of Architectural Illustration, the first in 2007 and again in 2009- see blog ‘Award for Excellence’ Now I am putting a toe into the uncharted waters of graphic novels-cum-comics with Illustrated Stories- word and pictures in unique combination- see blog ‘Comics for the Mature reader’

 

You can see and read about my illustrations, prints and comics at  www.gilpics.com