Here is another sketch of Moore’s sculpture in the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery. I sat to draw so my eye was aligned with the knot and radiating cracks in the wooden block. One might view this as a mutilated man, two limbs hacked off in battle. From this angle, though, my view was different. Here is a male body. The one leg, bent at the knee, truncated at the foot, and one arm and hand, wielding the shield as defence and weapon, are sufficient. On the side facing me, the limbs are still present, just not actualised, and instead expressive power is given to the shoulder and hip.
I called in on the last day of the Royal Birmingham Society of Artists Prize exhibition. Here is a quick pen sketch on brown packing paper, finished at home with conte crayon, of a ceramic by Jasmina Ajzenkol. I was attracted by its oblate spheroid (flattened like the Earth) shape rising to two points like jaws. Behind is a bronze bust of Lancelot “Capability” Brown, eighteenth century landscape gardener, by Robert Page.
There is a broken train up the line, so I am sitting in a pub, eating quinoa wraps with avacado and rice and spicy beef and a second pint of beer and the sea washes back and forth, endlessly back and forth, in the centre of London, people come in and blather, drink up and say goodbyes, back and forth, back and forth.