Self Portrait Spanish painter, sculptor, printmaker, ceramicist and theatre designer Pablo Ruiz Picasso was born, October 25, 1881 in the city of Málaga, Andalusia, in southern Spain ❦ Not much introduction needed for Picasso! He is regarded as one of the most influential artists of the 20th century and known for co-founding the Cubist movement, […]
Dutch painter and glass artist Albert August Plasschaert* was born, October 10, 1866 in Delft, Nertherlands. ❦ A painter whose work I first saw in Amsterdam at the Rijksmuseum. He was trained as an engineer at Polytechnic school in Delft. After his training and not being active as an engineer became a draftsman, graphic artist […]
German painter, draftsman, printmaker, and theorist of the German Renaissance, Albrecht Dürer was born, May 21, 1471, in the Franconian city of Nuremberg. ❦ Dürer established his reputation and influence across Europe when he was in his twenties due to his high-quality woodcut prints. He was in communication with the major Italian artists of his […]
There is a mystery surrounding painter Tom Thompson’s death. Last time, I shared with you a letter written by his friend to Thompson’s benefactor. Tom left here on sunday about one o’clock for a fishing trip down the lake and at three oclock his Canoe was found floating a short distance from my place with […]
You may well ask – why the fascination with England’s eastern coast?
The south coast may be more affluent, at times very picturesque and very dramatic in places. The south west, Cornwall and Devon, are wonderfully atmospheric. Great Britain as a whole is blessed with a huge variety of coasts.
Of course, the reason I favour the east coast, and in particular the stretch from Lincolnshire down to Suffolk, is that it is local! It may all be relatively low-lying but there is a huge variety of seascapes, from the bleak beauty of North Norfolk, surely one of the best coasts in the world, to the archetypal English coastal town of Southwold.
I have always had a thing about Turner and Cezanne. The former, the archetypal Englishman with a love of Venice, amongst other things. The latter, southern French who somehow painted with… girders. Bathers with girders.
When I look at a Turner, it looks as though he’s lost control but has got it back with a brushstroke or two, just enough to make it. Genius really. With Cezanne you can almost feel his struggle, the endless hours.
Who am I most like? I would like to say Turner, naturally. He was English, a natural. However, perhaps I can relate more to Cezanne. There’s something about him, his friendship with Zola, those dozens of painting of Mont Sainte Victoire, seeing something different at different times of day. Turner and Cezanne were both groundbreaking geniuses: If I could have just a touch of their ability, I would be satisfied.
And another thing. Look out for A3 size paintings on ebay and elsewhere, that’s 297mm x 420mm in new money.