So sang the great 10cc.
I thought I’d do some art tonight and leave the incessant book promotion stuff for a while Stop laughing at the back there!)
My missus is out of town so tonight was pasta a la Jambo and Merlot, drunk a la Espagnol in a small tumbler. As I cooked I listened to Bocelli with some Bruch to counterpoint the lush voice of Andrea. Bruch’s Violin Cencerto No. 1 Adagio, it could bring a tear to a glass eye.
Have a listen to Joshua Bell give it a spanking here. I could have played violin like this but I’ve got one leg shorter than the other.
Anyhoo, I was in intellectual mode and after eating I wandered round my house and took some pictures of my artwork (as in stuff wot I painted). I don’t have much, I give most of it away or sell it for charity. Mostly portraits.
It was quite difficult to photograph the pieces because there was either a reflection on the glass or a flash spot from the camera – and I wasn’t in the mood to unmount them. Last time I did that I cracked the glass and that’s not a cheap replacement in Dubai. I hit on the idea of putting all the lights out and taking flash shots – surprisingly it worked OK, a few flash spots but what the hell. After a bottle of Merlot I’m lucky just to work the camera.
So, on with the art tour chez Jambo. It’s all upstairs, mainly in the upper living room.
This is an acrylic on canvas – an exercise in art class that turned into a small project. Total painting time 3 hours (I’m a fast worker).
Next is a work on a statue – I spotted this guy in a museum in Sri Lanka – it was more the way the light cut across it diagonally that caught my eye than anything. It’s oil pastel on self-coloured cardboard
It’s called 10Minute God because that’s how long it took. The trick is just to paint the lighted parts on a dark background. There’s hardly any paint on that surface.
Next up a large mural (what Glaswegians call a ‘murial’) that has four paintings of ‘La Rubio’ or my missus as she’s better known. It’s not quite a Warhol but it’s getting there (yes you at the back I know what bloody derivative means!)
So moving onto another derivative piece – La Rubio again but a la Lichtenstein. If the house was on fire this is what I’d grab on the way out. Acrylic on canvas
Another quick shot – the artist as a young loon. Oil pastel on paper
Last but not least a exercise in painting with 3 primary colours on the brush – and you had 20 minutes to nail it or the German painter gave you a good bollocking in German.
And – back to another bottle of merlot, no wait, there’s a six pack of Corona in the fridge.
That’s enuff of that intelekashul stuff for one night.