A Drawing I Like
Here are some drawings by Rachel Walsh, a student artist at the Cardiff School of Art & Design:
1. Church of St. James the Great, Cardiff
2. Alleyway off Roy Grove, Hampton
3. Two Houses in St. Margaret, Twickenham
4. Corner Houses, East Grove, Cardiff
I seriously recommend that you use this link to look at other works by Rachel Walsh; simply go here. Her personal style, quite evident in my chosen examples, spills over into many forms of the book arts.
A Joke
A citizen of the U.S. was visiting Montreal. He was in a restaurant and decided to use the Men’s Room or les toilettes pour hommes. Suddenly, he came out screaming.
The owner of the restaurant tried to calm him down.
“Monsieur, what iz zhe matt-err?”
“My hand,”screamed the American. “The faucet spigot had a ‘C’ on it, and the hottest water I’ve ever felt came out.”
“Ah, Monsieur, zhat iz becowse ‘C’ stands for ‘chaud,’ which in Frenshe means “hot.”
“Yes,”said the American. “But the other spigot had a ‘C’ on it as well.”
“Of course, Monsieur, the ‘C’ stands for ‘cold’ in Anglais.”
“But that’s crazy.”
“No, no, Monsieur, zhat is not bizarre at-tall. You zee, Monsieur, Montreal is a bilingual city.”
A Drawing I Like
This is a drawing I’ve posted before.()Go here.
I’m posting it today because this drawing is the inspiration for my project in a figure drawing class I’m taking at UW-Parkside with Susan Boehm as my instructor. The assignment is to replicate a master drawing. I’m writing this on a public forum so that I am forced to work as hard as I can. My intention is to post my version.
Easter Morning Suicide
Wifey was buying croissants
and I was watching the day
standing at my car,
my elbows on the hood,
smoking my cigarettes
Customers were loading their cars
and others were emerging from the store
walking from the doors,
their hands on the carts
pushing their groceries.
And others were going toward the store
and their hips were swaying,
swaying under their skirts
their shoulders bent
carrying their purses.
Some were leading their children
and others holding hands
walking with their men,
their looks entwined
smiling their pleasures
A child was asking her mother
and her mom was answering,
talking about me
my lips pursed
exhaling the smoke.
I was holding my cigarette
and “Doing what?” she asked,
pointing to me.
“Don’t look” from the mouth of the mother. “He’s
killing himself.”
Do I Like These? I Don’t Know Yet.
These paintings by Kal Gajoum interest me. The light and shapes seem both new and old. The colors are quite bold. But there is an element of sentimentality that bothers me as well, especially in the still life. The middle painting looks like something one finds in a Kohl’s Department Store in the frame department. Yet there’s still something terrible interesting.
What do you think?
