My daughter has taken over my art space!
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.
Henry Moore’s sculpture grew from the shape of a pebble. I stood behind the bronze to make this sketch, aiming to use just white and light and dark sanguine to define it. Once home, I couldn’t resist working over the lines again. I perhaps should have left well alone.
Brexit day has been and gone since I last posted from the Peoples’ Vote march but we seem to be in the same place as that weekend. I notice that the Labour Party is desperately looking for candidates to fight the European Parliamentary elections. If you are short of something to do for a few months, it seems a good idea, a political taster. It might be a way of having fun and meeting new people! You have to have been a member for a year to stand for Labour, but if you are, you already know they are looking for candidates- check your email feed. If not, there’s always the independent group who are less fussy who they take.