tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post3268302139501080642..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: splash, locus, cashpointAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-68250659500175916102011-02-19T12:22:44.681+00:002011-02-19T12:22:44.681+00:00Right from the beginning I knew I'd be no good...Right from the beginning I knew I'd be no good at painting. There was, for instance, the small matter of knowing where to start; writing was far easier, top left-hand corner and thank goodness for that. With oil the mere matter of transferring paint from brush to canvas was an immediate problem: oil preferred the brush. In the back of my mind I had this idea that if this form of expression ever tempted me I could always go for water colour. And then Mrs BB started to paint and I realised water colour was worst of all, a dynamic process conducted against the clock without any option for "rubbing out." <br /><br />Mind you maths has its own little difficulties. The definition of a line says it has length but not width, thus sidestepping the point that without width it would be invisible. But then maths is so grand, so potent, so definitive it can afford to ignore the differences between visible and invisible.<br /><br />I assume a point has location but neither length, width, nor, for that matter, height. So it too is invisible. However, when it moves "to fulfil that certain condition" it creates, say, a line or a circle. But that too is invisible. When a human equipped with eyes seeks to complain, maths brushes this off as a little local difficulty. A bit like religion. We require a mathematician to intercede on our behalf and "make the rough places plain." Goodness, I could go on and on.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-12084968132831307742011-02-19T11:58:20.570+00:002011-02-19T11:58:20.570+00:00Lucy There is a an important exhibition of British...Lucy There is a an important exhibition of British watercolours at The Tate at the moment. It extends from botanical drawings to contemporary abstracts. Apart from liking the medium in it own right, I also find it attractive because of its convenience - you don't need a studio and lots of paraphanalia. Victorian travellers took avantage of this portability feature, off course, when there were no cameras. <br /><br />Thanks for the song. I have always thought that watercolour was more difficult than oils, though.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-47144061174408423112011-02-18T18:22:03.266+00:002011-02-18T18:22:03.266+00:00'La peinture a l'huile
Est plus difficile
...'La peinture a l'huile<br />Est plus difficile<br />Mais beaucoup plus beau<br />Que la peinture a l'eau.'<br /><br />So sang my former neighbour to me, from time to time, only of course he sang it with the requisite accents which I am too lazy to get the character map out for, and he may also, of course, have meant house painting, which was usually the context in which he sang it. <br /><br />But I think watercolour is really more beautiful. I think perhaps you can't get to the point of being able to see blank paper as highlights, overlay washes etc until you have done sufficient playing and pushing of it around to be quite at ease with it, which I never have.<br /><br />Your intimate functioning at the cash point reminded me of poor Henry III ( as related in the Montaigne book) being assassinated while granting an audience whilst on the toilet (which in turn reminded me of 'The discreet charm of the bourgeouisie'...)<br /><br />Teachers often used to smoke like chimneys in the old days, didn't they?Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-29691128907920645992011-02-18T16:45:31.459+00:002011-02-18T16:45:31.459+00:00Thank you, Crow. I'll chase that up.
Sara Tha...Thank you, Crow. I'll chase that up.<br /><br />Sara That's an unusual mnemonic. It seems to make its own curious sense.<br /><br />Thank you for your encouragement CC. I'll keep experimenting. I have always found a sponge useful to absorb surplus moisture.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-12593401138234387412011-02-17T21:49:11.057+00:002011-02-17T21:49:11.057+00:00Outdid yourself today.
Love, love, love your danci...Outdid yourself today.<br />Love, love, love your dancing chicken<br />and also your 2 amusing anecdotes and observations.<br />And watercolor isn't nearly as scary as they say. And you CAN change colors and do all<br />sorts of unexpected things to high quality<br />100% rag watercolor paper. Been abusing it for years! ; ~ )CChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12653106775702366387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-36549300751638293852011-02-17T21:47:47.993+00:002011-02-17T21:47:47.993+00:00This comment has been removed by the author.CChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12653106775702366387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-81633136598872705192011-02-17T19:38:20.797+00:002011-02-17T19:38:20.797+00:00Your chicken reminds me of the illustrations seen ...Your chicken reminds me of the illustrations seen in Roald Dahl's books, Quentin Blake. <br /><br />I like your sudden memory of your maths. So funny how things like that stay with us. I remember how, after one French lesson I set myself the task of learning all the endings of the 'ir' verbs on the way home. I made it into a little chant that I repeated all the way home "I S, I S, I T, I S S O N S, I S S E Z, I S S E N T" I don't remember much French but I still remember that after 25 years.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03280678469767609733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-75154313904614980692011-02-17T17:48:08.249+00:002011-02-17T17:48:08.249+00:00Your chicken seems to be dancing a fandango, a dan...Your chicken seems to be dancing a fandango, a dance I know absolutely nothing about, but the name of which seems to fit the chicken's attitude. A pleasure to behold.<br /><br />You might enjoy visiting this blog, Plutarch: http://asplotchmonsteraday.blogspot.com/The Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.com