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More Paintings

Oh hey look… MORE PAINTINGS!! Old ones though… from maaaaaaaybe, uh, I’m gonna guess June?

Open Paint 10

When I post the next few of these model paintings, you'll see why I probly shouldn't sit on this side of the room anymore. Or at least not for a good while...

When I post the next few of these model paintings, you'll see why I probly shouldn't sit on this side of the room anymore. Or at least not for a good while...

Oh yeah, and WHY NOT CLICK HERE?!?!

Fusca

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.

Return to the ROM/Retour a la ROM

Guess what?! I got a membership at the ROM! What’s that mean?! ROM all the time! ROM ROM ROM!

What’s at the ROM? DINOSAURS!! What’s not in this post? Drawings of DINOSAURS! Next time, though. I’ve been back a bunch of times since this first time.

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And speaking of first times, this was my first time at the ROM since moving to Toronto in January. Whaaaaaaaaaat?? Crazy! What was I waiting for? Money? Well, yeah, probly money. But now I can go all the time! Yessss. I, as you might’ve guessed, am very excited. I usually make my way to the ROM as often as I can. This is probably one of the longest stretches I’ve gone without since 2005, I think. Anyone remember the Feathered Dinosaur exhibit back then?? Oohhhhhhh MAN.

Anyhow, as excited as I was to finally get a pass, I wasn’t really looking forward to their, well, treatment of artists. Since the renovations I kinda noticed they were getting less and less welcoming to anyone drawing. The prices went up, artists were less welcome, pencils only… blah blah blah. To make a long story short, I got yelled at a bunch of different times for a bunch of different stuff. HOWEVER, I had no idea they had lightened up so much! I mean, the ROM is still the coolest, so I figured I’d ignore that stuff… but can you believe it? Backpacks allowed again! Backpacks! My back never felt so good totin’ a pack! Shoot!

Well, as usual, this is stuff that’s only in any way relevant to me, so I’ll move on. Drawing at the ROM. LOTS of drawing at the ROM! This is just the beginning!!

Oh yeah! And the Dinosaurs of Gondwana exhibit is cooooooooll!! Really cool! I recommend it. I’m not big on the multimedia interactive junk, but the dinos are aaaaaaawesome!!

The Painting That Was, But Is No More

So this is a little painting sketch I did last week sometime. It doesn’t exist anymore.

It's like the ghost of a painting.

It's like the ghost of a painting.

That is, I painted over it, and now it’s a different painting. Just sort of an interesting little curiosity that this photo is all that remains. This painting has been destroyed. Weird, eh? And kinda neat…

Is there a point? I donno… I guess so. The moral of the story? Delete your old photos, kids, or they’ll haunt you forever. Try not to upload them onto the innernet either.

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…