Take five and two

Friday, March 14, 2014

From here and there (mainly here)

Yesterday I had a cleanup attack,

Here are some works (or plays) I found.

A drawing from a model session. I like the intensity of the face ines, and the dissolving of the shoulders into nothing.

Back of painting @ Scott's place

This is a blurry photo of a photocopy of a drawing and a transparency to the next page of a chair.
After so many filters, is there still a chair there?

Shadow of a chair and its reflection at the Medici fountain

This is a leaflet to a dance I didn't attend, but I adore the art work
When the world was more naive, Israel was often described by Israelis as a woman.
This is a tribute to an Israeli author from way back then.

Another diptich (see above)

From one of the funnest sessions, a rock singuitarist striking a chord.

Drawn with two acrilic-dipped fingers while dancing.

That reminds me, I didn't submit new Metro drawings in ages!

RER A meets B

I adore this one, collage done at the Matisse hall in the modern art French museum.
Francois and Nina drawing.

redblack&blue (with some green)

At an agile conference in France, arrived early before my session, and watched tons of free ducks and geese roaming the place

Just before Foi-Gras.

See you next Spring cleanup.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Bus watching in the capital P

Did you ever stand near a bus station so long, that when the bus arrived you don't know since when you are there... days? weeks?

That you don't remember where you wanted to go, and whether you really did.

That you are not even sure that the person who started standing there is still you.

I guess you didn't.

Neither did I.

It's a lame metaphor, but that's a little how I feel when doing this post.

I'm not the person who started this blog, and probably not even the person that published the (one before) last post.

Lots of drawings piled up on my desk and all around in the past few months, so I'll just post some off the top of the deck.

First three are from a music-drawing session we had a few weeks back:

Four different musical pieces on one sheet

koyaanisqatsi

Goldberg Variations - G. Gould

Drawing music @Natasha's

Next two are from this week's session at the Louvre

Art spectators upwards and downwards

And the next one is very special, most of the drawings I participate in are drawn not just by me, but with other group members, and this one is a shared work by Francois and me, idea started from drawing movement, so we stretch fast two-three lines of the movement and draw around them. I sketched some and asked him to continue, and realized how complimentary our approaches are.

I am running hectic all over the place, not closing any space, dispersing fast impressions with no breath, while he occupies space, defines clear boundaries and distributes weights and colors.

Anyway - I adore this one, and I really enjoy group-drawing.

And this is a gift I received from Francois - a portrait of both of us in Palais Tokyo.

Till nextime! (whenever she wll be...)

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Last I saw Lou Reed

Been a long time since I wrote.

Most of the times I try to find a title that will amuse me, this one is an exception.

Last time I saw the Velvet-Underground was today, while driving home I put the VU double live (titled live MCMXCIII), and saw them all, saw how Lou Reed can't help but sing around the music and rhythm of Venus in furs , how Maureen Tucker bears her big soul in her small voice singing After hours, how John Cale's waits so much till dropping his huge voice in All tomorrow's parties (Ok, I didn't see Sterling Morrison..., but did see Nico...)

And the love-hate energy of Lou-John, no doubt who leads the show, no doubt where is the fight, the huge love-hate relationship, but I guess I was really just driving and imagining...

And I really saw Lou Reed twice, both times were in Paris, both times I came for Laurie, and I guess he did too.

First time, a double concert of Lou and Laurie with a surprize guest - John Zorn, from which I remember their Pale Blue Eyes version, he was heavy, tired, and had an unforgettable presence of the real Godfather of all music that made me in my youth.

Second time, this year, an intimate evening with Laurie Anderson, where he turned up, assisted to stage to read a half hour long Eulogy for his college professor - Delmore Schwarts.

The evening before, the Laurie Anderson performance started with a beautiful violin, disturbed by horrible static noise, she smiled, apologised to the audience, and said she will fix it and restart in a minute,

When he read his poem on that evening, the pages were mixed, and lord, was he angry... shouted at the poor I-don't-remember-who who was responsible that his papers are not in the right order, and left in rage, only to come back ten minutes later after the poem was reprinted,

I remember the sense of urgency in his reading, and in Laurie's performance and talk, and I knew it is the last chance to see him.

Compassion and anger, that's what the two brought, both exact and strong.

I made two drawings of him reading, in the dark, while listening to him, accompanies by teh most delicate sounds by Laurie, while he read the Eulogie.

Can't find teh drawings now, will attache them when I do,

I know he won't read it, and neither will she, but just wanted to say my private goodbye,