Posts Tagged ‘Wallander’

Blackpaint 155

June 20, 2010

Godfather 3 and Capello

Watching this last night, saw Al Pacino do the soundless Bacon scream in response to his daughter’s death (on the steps, of course, like the woman in Potemkin, one of Bacon’s inspirations);  I wonder if that was his idea or Coppola’s.

Maybe its the similar names which led me to think of Fabio Capello.  He is like a Bacon character, with the tight suit, the dark glasses,  the strutting, the gestures, scowling, sneering and screaming – after all, Bacon did (I mean painted) sport ; cricket, boxing and cycling, was it?  He did a painting of George Dyer on a bicycle, but I don’t think that counts as sport.

Wallander

So, first Pontus and Isabel leave him, and now Katarina has gone to Stockholm.  In the last episode, Kurt appeared to up sticks and pursue her to the big city, but it is imperative that he returns, empty-handed.  Wallander must never find true love and company; he is too important a symbol of absolut, lonely goodness.  Interestingly, with the exception of the weak Katarina, he is surrounded by quietly decent people; Svartman, Martinssohn and above all, the incredible Nyborg – best moment tonight, the awkward hug Nyborg gave Kurt after the bomb explosion and Kurt’s reciprocal motionlessness and bemusement.  How could Kenneth Branagh, great actor in his own right, possibly be Wallander?  Far too openly emotional – you must be like a clam; curt Kurt.

The best on TV, along with the Review Show, Neighbours and Holby City.

Dog Flats by Blackpaint

19.06.10

Blackpaint 113

April 18, 2010

Ten women artists who should have a cheap Taschen or Tate book written about them

With loads of their paintings in, of course.  Google each of them for an afternoon’s inspiring viewing.

  • Gillian Ayres
  • Grace Hartigan
  • Prunella Clough
  • Wilhelmina Barns-Graham
  • Sandra Blow
  • Helen Frankenthaler
  • Roni Horn
  • Cecily Brown
  • Margaret Mellis
  • Joan Mitchell

This list is based purely on personal choice and prejudice, of course, and has no pretensions to objectivity.  

Wallander 

The Swedish version of course – Branagh’s angst is far too near the surface.  Very bad slip last night, when Kurt made a joke about blow jobs with women present (albeit police officers).  This isn’t what we expect from a kindly, suppressed, approaching retirement police officer in a liberated country like Sweden.  Contrary to what my partner says, these are real people who live in the real town of Ystad and frequently have to send to Malmo – or Malmer, as it is apparently pronounced- for reinforcements.

Painting

I’ve just looked round the room at my latest paintings and realised that they are all the same – in some cases, turning them from lanscape to portrait or vice versa makes them just about identical to another.  So, here is the last in my current “style”; I am going to ring some radical changes in the days to come.

Listening to 1952 Vincent Black Lightning by Richard Thompson.

“I see angels and Ariels in leather and chrome,

Swinging down from heaven to carry me home.”

And he gave her one last kiss and died,

And he gave her his Vincent to ride.

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Sunday 18.04.10

Blackpaint 28

January 3, 2010

Yellow

I’ve been afraid of using yellow on its own up to now;  it seems to make everything else on the canvas look somehow childish when I put it on.  Or perhaps “bilious” is a better word.  A sickness seems to pervade the picture when the yellow arrives and not a good sickness.  Consequently, after applying the egginess I feel I have to frame it up, with good, virile slashes or straps of black, to restore a bit of grit.

Why is this?  It always looks pretty good in de Kooning’s stuff, or Joan Mitchell’s.  there’s the answer, I suppose – be de K, or Joan, or copy them.

Opdahl

I’ve been calling him “Updahl” – sorry.

While I’m on Scandinavians (again), how can it be that we have the Branagh version of Wallander still with us, while the incomparable Swedish version has finished, following the suicide of Stephan?  Private obsession; sorry (again).

Listening to “I played Dixie” by Dwight Yoakam.

“Way down yonder in the land of cotton,

Things down there ain’t half so rotten

As they are on this damned old LA street…”

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03.01.10

Blackpaint 11

December 10, 2009

My latest effort now is heavily scored and slashed with wide strokes of black acrylic and charcoal and dirtied up in an attempt to make it less insipid and give it more gravitas.  It now looks a bit like a woman’s buttock and upper thigh done in a yellowy peach colour with a big red and white hole in it, surrounded by festoons of black (which as I look, transforms itself into a boy riding a bike – or half a bike – at speed across the canvas, from the olive drab on the right to the pale grey on the left).

If this keeps up, I’m going to pack in painting and go back to the drawing board -literally- until I sell another canvas, or get some inspiration back.  I’ve been reading Robert Hughes on Van Goch’s drawings done in Arles; he points out that they are not tonal, but are made up of separate marks and strokes which “let the light in”.  I’ve had a look at a couple and I think I see what he means – it will be a difficult one for me, as I tend to draw heavily and messily in a sort of impressionistic way, with a load or shading and scribbling.  I’ll have a go tomorrow at life drawing and see if I can get out of my habit.

I’ve got to mention the comment in yesterday’s Guardian about Anish Kapoor’s exhibition at the Roal Academy – I’ve thrown it away now, but it says something like this: that it’s either magical and stunning or pretentious and boring; perhaps both! 

I’ve been looking at Miquel Barcelo, “crane de profil” a fabulous skull done in “mixed media” on canvas – looks like a drawing.

Listening to: Bartok on piano, playing “Mikrokosmos” in 1937 and 1940, and thinking as always of my mate Bob Glass who gave me the CD;

And “Smokestack Lightning” by Howling Wolf ,of course, but who I think got it from Tommy Johnson – I wonder where, or who,  he got it from.

Watching – Wallander, the original.  Combination of cosy Swedish seaside and horrific, graphic murders that no-one seems upset by.  This, and the Updahl paintings yesterday morning gave the day a Scandinavian theme.  I think I’ll try for themed days in future – will that make this blog magical and stunning, or pretentious and boring? Perhaps, if I’m lucky, both. 

Blackpaint

10.12.09