I have to share this with you – in case you didn´t spot this on facebook, where I found it – and hope you find it as beautiful as I do. It is the most charming art journal, and it has a moving story to go with it.
I am quite taken with it all and thought it would be a good offering for this T Tuesday, which I have failed to turn up for for so long. What can I say? Life is sometimes overwhelming and there are not enough hours in a day for it all.
Hope you all had glorious Easter weekends and that I´ll see you at Bleubeard & Elisabeth´s. I´ll be having a great big mug of organically grown coffee! Happy T-Day! 🙂
If Bristol had Shaun the Sheep, Salisbury had its barons. Same idea: artists paint the barons, they are displayed during the summer around the city, and are auctioned off in the fall to benefit charity, this time the Trussels Trust, which feeds the poor, both in Britain and elsewhere. The town of Lincoln had them too, and you can find out more here.
Everywhere we saw one, we also saw children (and adults) admiring them. It´s a charming idea and one I would love to see in Luleå.
Lacking any decent drawings made by yours truly, I thought I´d write something about Swedish artist and humorist Carina Kågström, whose work is on display at the Art Gallery right now. It looks very unassuming, her images are mostly hung unframed, exposed. What she does is point her finger at the way we think about ourselves and each other, in a very funny way. Her drawings are published by comic book publisher Kartago, and they also have the best presentation of Carina Kågström that I have found online. Her own website, such as it is, links to her blog, which has been inactive since 2013 and refers to Facebook and Instagram.
As far as I can see, one can´t buy her books online. They are for sale at the Art Gallery, and I imagine one can find her at libraries and bookstores. No e-books, sadly, as the book I leafed through at the gallery was definitely off limits for me (strong, poisonous smell). Still, I could go and appreciate her at the gallery until 2 days ago, which I did three times. And I can befriend her on Facebook – which I am on nowadays, to be able to connect with the other students in my class.
The crappy photos were taken with my phone camera, just to give you an idea of what it looked like from the perspective of a gallery visitor.
Ok, so I didn´t sketch today. Had to clean house; we are having a dear house guest for a few days, so priorities first. Found this on one of my ramblings. Is it Chewbacca? Why is his ammo-belt under his armpit? And doesn´t he look like he needs to go? Is his friend pointing in the direction of the loo?
Did you know Wallace & Gromit has a children´s foundation? Yes, and this summer they raised money by letting artists paint their own versions of Shaun the Sheep, exhibiting them in London and Bristol, and in October they will be auctioned off, hopefully for millions of pounds. There were maps of the Shaun trail in Bristol, but we had our own plans and couldn´t spare the time to go find them all. However, we did come across quite a few.
On my way home from the university, I often pass a kindergarten situated near a subway (or underpass), which has been painted for the children. The heading of the subway says “Here we speak Childish, a language for everyone”. I think the images are so charming and pretty. You can not pass this and not become a little more cheerful than you were before. Would you consider this graffiti?
The rain prevented me from doing anything more on this sketch. I debate myself on whether or not to fiddle with sketches when I get home. I know some sketchers who think it is a good thing to be free of the dictate of reality when colouring a sketch, choosing colour to serve the sketch rather than the impression of the place. I think I am leaning more towards the idea of the sketch being a record of a moment, and as such, the unfinished-ness (I know that is not a word but can’t think of a better just now) is a reminder of the rain and the hurry with which it was put down. (Clicking the sketch will usually give you more of a closeup.)
I guess that it is inevitable: after sunshine comes rain (and the other way round, I´m hoping, for next year). We have been very lucky these last two years, and since the entire summer has been cold and wet, it was no surprise that most of yesterday´s exhibition was wet, wet, wet. My frames let water in, in spite of my attempts to cover them with plastic whenever the downpour intensified – terribly boring to have them covered at all as there were, in spite of it, quite a large number of visitors. The frames are now gutted and drying out in the guest bedroom.
There was a change of venue since last year. The plot that was used is now being built on, so the decision was made to move back to Gülzau-udden (a promontory or cape, not sure what would be the most appropriate translation) in town, which was a popular choice. It has less parking, but is within easy walking distance from the town centre. Also, there is a summer café in the old Town Hall, which adds variety to the hot dogs sold by the art society who arranges the exhibition.
It looks like it has rained less today, but after downpour all day yesterday and all night, it must have been wetter to begin with. I don´t know how many turned up today but I heard a lot of people saying one day of rain was enough, as the prognosis was for even more rain on Sunday. It differs a lot what kind of art one has: the painters of oil and acrylic can be fairly relaxed, while watercolourists were very nervous. Some brought party tents, which was a stroke of genious; the tents are large and some lucky artists, like the lady who neighboured me last year, benefited by being back-to-back with a tent owner. I am definitely looking into some such solution for next year – it would be good as a sunshield, too, and lessen the reflections in the glass.
Every year, there are more and more photographers. Two years ago, I was the only one showing exclusively photography, last year we were two and this year, there were plenty. However, I had no chance to chat with anyone, being too busy glancing up at the sky and talking to the visitors. Most popular were the blackbird, the toy in the tree, and the trout. Oh, and the retriever. Not surprising, perhaps, everyone loves dogs, and many brought theirs to the art show, too.
I am looking forward to next year, and hope to have some drawings by then to show. I did manage to make a quick sketch early at the exhibition, being interrupted just as it really started pouring down, and I´ll try to scan it and post it during the week.