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Lunch and a Portrait v3.1.5

Ok, so this time around we’ve got a new facet to the action… Steph here couldn’t stay for very long, so instead of a quick painting, I did a quick sketch (which may one day evolve into a quick etching, but we’ll get to that at a later date). Maybe I should call it Snack and Sketch? Snack and a Draw? Kind of like one word, Snackandadraw. Say it, it’s fun.

Until I perfect the name, let’s just say it’s Lunch and a Portrait version 3.1.5. It’s like a half. Yeah. But think of the possibilities… don’t have a few hours? Only 60 minutes to spare? Pssssh, we’ve got a plan for YOU!! Yeah. I’m so cool…

Steph Sketch

Anyway, Steph, I am cheerfully expecting to get a full painting out of you as soon as you have the time! Ahhh yeah.

Lunch and a Portrait Version 3.1

It’s a painting! It’s a sketch! It’s a hangout! It’s a lunch date! It’s a conversation! It’s bro-time! It’s art! It’s… probably none of those things! Whatever it is, IT’S BACK! Version 3.0 of Lunch and a Portrait is online, bros!

And who was our first subject for version 3.0?? THIS freaking bro, that’s who! Andrew! Man oh man, the noodles were gluten free, the beers were gluten free, and the fun? Man, you better believe that was gluten free. You don’t even know.

Jessica also got in on this bro-session and did some of her own sketches of Andrew. Are they posted on here?? NO! Will they ever be?? NO! HA! Man, the cliffhanger-like suspense! I love it! Look at Andrew now!

A lot of fun, bro. And I really like how this one turned out, especially considering the last time I had someone sit like this was in September.

A lot of fun, bro. And I really like how this one turned out, especially considering the last time I had someone sit like this was in September.

Apparently Andrew has some kind of connection to these guys… TWRP or Tupper Ware Remix Party (two different links). Awesome band. I very highly recommend going to see them ASAP. Like, the sooner the better, cause once you see them you’ll be mad at yourself for all the times you COULD have seen them. I warned you, bros. I have no idea how Andrew is actually involved with them though. I bet he carried an amp for them once. Anyhow, I’m not sure what made me think of this, but did anyone else ever notice how much Clark Kent looks like Superman? I mean, one of them wears glasses, so obviously they’re not the same guy or anything… it’s just a weird coincidence, I guess. Oh well. I’ve lost my train of thought now…


So here we have the second appearance of one Daniel Fusca. I need to digress for a minute though…

One thing I’ve realized from doing all these paintings is (and if I’ve painted you, you probably already know this, because I probably mentioned it… and then did it) that I talk to myself. Seriously. Like, discussing the painting with myself. Mostly at the end, when things are wrapping up… you know, when the tension is high, the stakes are high, and I need some juicing up. Haha ok, maybe not juicing… I think it’s slightly more neurotic than that. It’s honest-to-goodness talking to myself. I do not do it intentionally, I just catch myself doing it. But this whacked-out phenomena proves that I actually am crazy. Like, weird old crazy artist kind of crazy.

But this actually brings up another point worth discussing… that the more into a conversation I am while I’m painting, the slower (or maybe even poorer?) the painting goes. That’s a tough one, because half the deal is hanging out and interacting with the subject. SO! It’s also interesting to note that when I’m reeeeeally concentrating, I don’t say anything at all. Not even talk to myself, like what happened here with Fusca. It was a pretty quick sitting, perhaps owing to my dilly dallying with lunch, but that’s cool. Anyhow, the last hour or so I barely said a word, trying to get things “coherent and readable.” Hahaha, nice. So the point is that I was concentrating hard enough NOT to talk to myself. Innaresting, eh? Let’s not digress any further!

All things considered, this is a pretty rough painting. I think a suggestion of countenance more than anything else.

All things considered, this is a pretty rough painting. I think it's a suggestion of countenance more than anything else.

Lunch consisted of a bean and pesto salad. It was gonna be a quinoa salad, but it turns out we didn’t have any quinoa. Beans it is!! And an Earl Grey that was possibly too good. 56% more tea in every bag?? You fools! It doesn’t need that! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo…!!! Delicious. OH AND COOKIES!!! Me and Jessica grabbed us all some cookies from freaking Mylk Uncookies to start with!! Such good cookies… uncookies… I love Mylk Uncookies.

ANOTHER SIDENOTE, just in case I don’t do this enough, is that Jessica read a book about the painter Lucian Freud, Man With a Blue Scarf, which was written from the perspective of the sitter for a portrait. Turns out Lucian talked to himself quite a bit. Similar things like, “oh my yes, that colour should go there,” or “hmmm, what to put here,” “no, that’s not right,” and “yes! That’s it!” Generally it took him at least a year or so to do a portrait throughout multiple sittings. When the author was in front of him, he sometimes had to be careful not introduce a topic of discussion so interesting as to distract Lucian from the painting. If Lucian became so engrossed in the conversation he might not accomplish anything throughout the course of an entire evening’s sitting. Fascinating to find these similarities with another painter, especially Lucian Freud, who I’m not particularly a fan of. BUT as Jessica reminds me more and more of little philosophical similarities between us (she is a very big fan of Freud and his work), I have to say I’m growing to appreciate him more and more and in a very personal way, at that. Bam.

The 13th Painting

So everytime I paint someone, I seem to get some kind of weird request… Most of the time I just say no. Haha, donno why, I guess it amuses me to be a jerk for no particular reason (Whoa, does that make me an actual jerk??). For example, Aidan wanted more hair in his painting. What? No man. You got a haircut, you stick with that haircut. Levi wanted me to make her look evil. I said ok, as long as you look evil. She smiled the whole time! That’s not evil!

But I have bowed to a couple… Kristen really likes cadmium red. Like pure, straight out of the tube, cadmium red. And while she didn’t specifically request this, I threw some pure cad on there. I knew if I did she would like the painting just that much more. And then my brother, being the person that he is, wanted to know how his painting, being in the same room as all the others, would differ from the rest. I realized I was wasting my breath in explaining my thoughts on how the subject affects the background and vice versa, and that it’s the personality of the sitter (who is DIFFERENT EVERY TIME) that’s the focus, etc, etc. So I put the front door in the background to shut him up. You don’t see a damn door in the other ones, do ya, bro??

Anyhow, whatever anyone else asked for, no matter what came before, nothing prepared me for Mike.

So Mike is another good ol’ bro from the bike shop. You know, a bro.

For starters, before there even was a start, he asked if we could drink coffee while I painted. Ok, obviously I said yes to that. Shoot. Chocosol? Bam. Then he asked if he could be the 13th Lunch and a Portrait painting… after I had started painting. So later, after some careful counting and the removal of one of my socks, turns out he was. You got that one for free, bro.

Tough to say if I should get into the other stuff he requested… we could be here a while.

Pretty good build up, eh?

Pretty good build up, eh?

Hahaha cool stuff was discussed. Like the Picasso exhibit. I even bumped into Mike while I was THERE, man. You can’t plan that kind of thing. Anyhow, some veeery cool things going with this painting. Donno if I know exactly what… the shadow, the washes… just reeeally came together. I have to say that I think I was plateauing a bit before this. Trevor was an important step for sure, and then I think Mike turned out to be the best one so far. Definitely my favourite to date. I like it how it came out, bros.

Oh! Hey, don’t lemme forget, Jessica made us all a pretty darn good fish stiry fry kind of a deal for dinner. Maaaaan, turbot. Mike actually came by after work one fine Thursday, so we didn’t really get going until about 10, maybe? Nah, maybe it wasn’t that late. But that’s another first that you got out of this, bro. No other night portraits so far. Hence the coffee. Adding sambuca though? You can’t plan that kind of thing…


Ok, interesting day. Picasso, bonus coffee (latte, technically, but I don’t wanna sound like a nutter), paninis (speaking of being a nutter, technically “panini,” IS the plural from, making that ‘s’ pretty superfluous) and my freaking brother. Where to start??

I’ll start with a little back-story… Trevor is my brother. Word is that he walked this earth a good many years before I even existed. I cannot, however, confirm this, as I was not there.

Coincidentally, like my Mom is always smiling, my brother is in fact always smirking like that.

Coincidentally, like my Mom is always smiling, my brother is in fact always smirking like that.

SO! I kinda wanna mention the Picasso exhibit at the AGO here… Maaaaaaan, I liked it. I uh, well, never really liked Picasso in any way… at all. UNTIL this exhibit. Seeing his work… well, I think I kinda get it now. For example, when he did one of his more abstract paintings of a figure, y’know, one of them weeeeird ones (like the painting on the exhibit’s ad that’s all over the place), I think he was ACTUALLY seeing beyond the physical. Of course he USED the physical as a means of describing what he was getting at, but he actually managed to remove himself from the confines of realism. I think some of his paintings became a pure expression of his own emotional reactions toward the subject. Some kind of a diagram of exactly what he thought and felt about the model, whoever it happened to be.

I don’t know… at least that’s what I thought. I wouldn’t say I got that universally from all of the paintings. I think you could also tell when he lost interest part way through a painting, but I can definitely understand that mindset, too. And man oh man it was a TREAT to see his prints. MyprintmakingbookbyGaborPeterdihasalotofPicassoprintsasexamples-IthinkhereallylikesPicassoandbaseshisworkonhimprettyheavilyohmanits-agoodbookandIloveprintmakingohmanwhywastheOpenStudioclosedin-AugustIcouldavebeenprintingnoooooo!!!Iloveprintmaking.

Whew. Sorry about that. That as weird.

Cool! Thanks, bro-vor!