Not strictly a comic, but wishing readers merry seasonal bonhomie du jour.
Posts Tagged art
I: Oh yes, Knee. And you liked the Francis Bacon?
The panel they said couldn’t be done. Itchy and Knee as you’ve never seen them before. Don’t miss this thrilling episode of The Family Tayberry.
Itchy and Knee appear as monks in pseudo renaissance / medieval trompe l'oeil room, with a tayberry hunt and annunciatory cherubs blowing trumpets and flutes. Anachronisms abound. Itchy bears the single tayberry on a golden cushion. Knee awaits, with a carving knife and fork to receive the berry. Is Itchy safe?
Next time: The Grand Carving
This is what happened to me at the Cotswold Wildlife Park at the weekend while standing on the raised giraffe-viewing platform. The sheer magical magnificence of it was spoilt only by the lively argument I was having with another visitor over whether one was permitted to pet the giraffes. Ironically, I was the one maintaining that one shouldn’t, and so I was under strong moral obligation not to. Though I did want to, very much indeed.
I clearly remember a book from my early school-days called “Nobody Listens to Andrew”, with the leitmotif “There’s a BEAR in my bedroom!” (which all the adults ignore, of course.) I strongly empathised with that Andrew. You can still buy that book, I find.
I’ve no idea if it’s possible to smoothly plié in third. Maybe if you have fuel injection. I just like saying Royal Ballet School of Motoring.
Historical note: Yes, I realise that motor cars no longer look like this.
and up into third...
then smoothly plie
and back for the da capo
Diary entry: Yesterday we saw the exhibition of Ice Age art at the British Museum (in London). It was, for me, astonishing. The exhibits are drawn from 40,000 years of human history, yet you can clearly see that the artists were as skilled and as insightful as any today. These people thought just the same way that we do, though their technology was less advanced.
If you can possibly get to London to visit the exhibition before it closes on 2nd June, then go! (Booking essential)
In the picture I’ve roughed out part of the Great Court (as seen from just above my much needed cup of coffee!) and overlaid my thumbnail sketches of some of the objects that caught my attention.
Of course this isn’t a comic, and it’s only funny in the “funny peculiar” sense where I’ve perpetrated the grosser inaccuracies. However, I’m posting because I went to a fabulous portrait drawing day on Saturday, organised by the Julia Kay Portrait Party (no relation) – an international group dedicated to drawing portraits of each other. Meanwhile I’ve added some more of my portraits to my flickr stream at http://www.flickr.com/photos/26954663@N03/.
STOP PRESS: I seem to be in the party, though I’m not yet a member. Tee Hee.
sorry not to have posted for a while. I’ve been coughing more or less continuously since the last post — it doesn’t help me to feel creative.
This comic is my first go at using my new home-made lightbox for inking.
"If you're short of ideas, just start drawing the first panel, and the rest will come!"
I found a great big art book in a charity shop today — “German and Austrian Painting of the 15th-18th Centuries in the Hermitage.” Apart from the book title and the painting titles in English, the text is in Russian, which I can hardly even read, let alone understand. So I’ve had to interpret this one for myself. It’s “The Annunciation” by Anton Raffael Mengs.
The Hermitage looks like a magnificent place — it was the setting for the astonishing film Russian Ark (2002).