Bhupen Khakhar, Tate Modern
Tiger and Stag
Man with Five Penises Suffering from Runny Nose
Douanier Rousseau, Chagall (a bit), Ben Nicholson in his panto horse phase, that big fresh green hill in the Dora Carrington painting in Tate B. Maybe Hockney in his cartoony “boys together” phase, but without the painterliness – or maybe that’s just the gay subject matter. Man with five penises (all arising from same area) quite an arresting image – not sure if it’s anatomically correct, though.. There’s a portrait – not sure if it’s a self portrait – that’s very reminiscent of Lowry.
Man in Pub (that’s a glove he’s holding)
Graham Sutherland
Writing last blog about Georgia O’Keeffe, I was rambling on about how I didn’t like her skull and antler paintings, because they just replicated the correct details of same, against a pastel background. Looking at a book of Sutherland’s work, I see what can be done with objects like skulls and bones beyond anatomical accuracy, and also with landscape:
Horned Forms
Twisted Tree Form
Stone in Estuary
Sunset between Two Hills
The main thing is that they have some texture and weight and they don’t have that awful smooth Lempicka finish, like Athena Reproductions (are they still going? Probably not – you would need to be old enough to remember the tennis girl walking away…).
The Tree of Life, 2011 (dir.Terence Malick)
After watching Sorrentino’s “Youth” last week and comparing it stylistically to Malick’s film, I thought I should check the source again. I think the comparison holds (although Malick’s is the superior film) – but I was even more struck by the similarities of Malick’s to Tarkovsky’s style.
Brad Pitt’s performance as the father is very good; decent, talented, sensitive, loving – but with a streak of cruelty, wilfulness, self-pity, self-righteousness and self-regard. you see him through his children’s and his wife’s eyes and feel the weight of his benign oppression.
And beautiful, troubled Jessica Chastain, always cuddling the boys and hanging up billowing washing, it seems – reminds me of the wife in Bo Widerberg’s “Adalen 31”, tearing up her dead husband’s shirt to polish the windows…
Jeremy (Corbyn, of course)
Apart from a couple of minor disagreements over Trident and Brexit, I’m a great admirer of Corbyn; he always seems reasonable and unruffled and polite and never more than a bit tetchy, considering the unrelenting shower of abuse he’s getting from Labour MPs and the media. The other day in the Trident debate, he sounded remarkably sane and May sounded barking mad. I agree with May, but I could well be mad too.
But who are these women in their long summer dresses with the beatific smiles who seem to drift along behind him in the photo? Very disquieting – touch of Manson about it. And they should ditch the “Momentum” tee shirts and Jeremy should stop clapping with them when they applaud him – looks like North Korea. Actually, that’s a bit strong; everybody does it on British quiz shows now, don’t they? They clap themselves for getting the answer right, or for being “absolutely brilliant contestants”…
Life Drawings
Haven’t finished a decent (or indeed, any) painting for weeks, so I’m reduced to posting my life class efforts again.
Jeremy Corbyn, back view – no, not really….
Sad Man Sitting
Fat Bloke Nude
That’s it for now; no political comment next time, I promise.
Blackpaint
22/7/16
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