Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Art for YOUR Sake - revisited

I first wrote this post in October 2010 on my old blog. I've been meaning to revise it and update it for some time. Today seemed as good a day as any.

In this post I want to talk about art and you. I want to get you creating some art. And before you say anything, listen ... ANYONE CAN MAKE ART.


As a working artist, I'm always meeting people who say things to me like 'Oh I wish I could draw' or 'I can't paint to save my life'. It's very frustrating to hear them say that because it's simply not true. They are all perfectly capable of drawing and painting. They have arms and hands, eyes and fingers (and, even if they don't, that's no barrier). What they're actually saying is 'I don't produce anything that I'm happy with'. The problem is their perception, not their ability.

When I worked for Scotland Yard's Problem Solving Unit, we would often find that the issue wasn't the actions of the people allegedly causing the problem. It was the way that their actions were viewed by those people complaining. For example, we'd be told by middle-aged people that it wasn't safe to walk the streets because of 'all of the kids in hoods'. Then we'd talk to the kids with their hoods up and they'd say 'It isn't safe to walk the streets with our hoods down in case kids from another gang recognise us'. And further investigation would show that the only people who ever got assaulted and robbed were under 25. So the problem wasn't kids in hoods but how people outside of that demographic - none of whom had been robbed or assaulted incidentally - saw them.

Art is just the same. If Bob Smith adores Titian and wants to paint like Titian, he'll be disappointed when his work is only 30% Titian-ish. He'll believe that he's somehow failed. But he hasn't. He's created a 100% Bob Smith piece; as unique and valid as anything Titian ever produced. Validity isn't measured by galleryworthiness or monetary value; most of the great painters and sculptors were unappreciated in their own lifetimes and many died in penury. Bob Smith's lack of self-belief is skewing his perception and making him see a problem that isn't actually there. His art is valid. It has worth. It only loses those things in his eyes because he's comparing it to another artist's work. If he'd never seen a Titian would he be happier with his own work? Of course he would. And there is the issue of taste. Just because Bob may not be happy with what he's produced doesn't mean that it won't be loved by others. Taste is an intensely personal thing.

We all see a piece of art differently. I can almost guarantee that there's stuff I love that you'll hate and vice versa. For example, below you'll see two paintings by giants of the world of fantasy illustration. The first is by the late Frank Frazetta. The one below it is by Boris Vallejo. Both are painted with enormous skill.

I love the Frazetta painting; the muted colour scheme, the power and tension in the hero's posture, the anticipation of the snake's strike. Boris's painting, meanwhile, does absolutely nothing for me. I really don't like it. I can admire the skill; there's more detail than in the Frazetta painting, and the female figure is far more anatomically correct than the barbarian. But the painting just doesn't float my boat. I find it kind of cheesy. The palette is too extreme, almost as if the colours have been used straight from the tube. There's no connection between figure and monster; they're just two objects in juxtaposition. It's like she's posing with a stuffed dragon. Frazetta's figure, meanwhile, is connected to the monster in the most vulnerable way imaginable. You can almost feel that snake warm and scaly as it slithers between his legs. The sepia-toned colour scheme brings them even closer together and there are hints of other monsters lurking in the gloom. I wouldn't hang either painting on my wall but, if I had to choose, Frazetta would win hands down. Same for you?

I used to teach art to older teenagers at a youth club in the early 1990s and the Frazetta/Vallejo images were ones that I used to create discussion. What I found, time and time again, was that most of the kids, male and female, preferred Vallejo's paintings. The reasons they gave were almost always about colour and the level of detail and the almost photographic quality of the figures. We agreed to disagree but it just shows how different tastes can be.

Now look at these two pictures and decide which one you prefer: These were two of the finalists in the BP Portrait Award 2010. The top one is Michal Ozibko's i-death. Below it is Last Portrait of Mother by Daphne Todd OBE.

All pictures (c) their respective artists

When I went to see the exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery, Ozibko's piece left me cold. It was huge and beautiful and showed extraordinary ability. But, compared to Todd's picture of her dead mother, i-death felt to me like just an exercise in exemplary technique. I listened in on people's comments as they stood and admired it. All of the comments were about the technique and how photorealistic it was. No one talked about the content. In stark contrast, everyone talked about the content of Daphne Todd's painting. It certainly held me for longer than any other picture in the exhibition. The rough strokes of the paint spoke to me of a haste, of a desperate need to capture the nobility of this frail woman before it was too late. Even the use of two canvasses made me think that, in her hurry, Todd had picked one up that was too small but there wasn't enough time to start again. I later learned that the picture was painted over three days at the chapel of rest where Todd's 100 year old mother was kept after her death. Her mother had given permission for the piece. 'We all hope our remains are going to be treated respectfully, and I can imagine that some people will think this is not respectful,' says Todd. 'There are all sorts of issues about death that are swept under the carpet. No one really accepts that it really happens to each and every one of us and that it is happening all the time.' Again, I wouldn't hang either picture on my wall. But I know which one I prefer. I couldn't see anything of Ozibko in his piece - I'm the same with most photorealistic art (So you can paint an elephant so accurately that it looks like a photo ... so what? So can a printer). Todd's painting wasn't photorealistic; and yet every brush stroke added character to the portrait. Every brush stroke came directly from Todd's heart.

It may seem that I'm doing Ozibko a disservice here ... but I''m not. I can't say that one painting is better than the other. I'm merely expressing a preference and my opinion is no more valid than anybody else's. The phrase ''I wouldn't hang it on my wall' is hugely relevant to this discussion.

There's a wonderfully enlightening snippet of conversation in the 2010 The Ricky Gervais Guide To Art podcast. Karl Pilkington makes the point that 'good art is art that the majority of people like' and that 'there's a lot of snobbery in art'. Gervais comes back with: 'I think there should be snobbery in art. The world is full of idiots. There isn't safety in numbers with art. I think you should be a complete fascist when creating a work of art. I don't think it's open to utilitarian or democratic referendum.' To which fellow podcaster Stephen Merchant pithily adds, 'We'd just end up with the X Factor.' Gervais may be opinionated and inflammatory but I agree with him 100% on this issue. Art isn't about what the majority likes or wants. Art is all about the artist and what they want to say by commiting to canvas, paper, wall, pixels or plinth. An artist should never have to limit their creativity or change their chosen style just to satisfy some scorecard. There should never be some average mean of public taste and sensibility (whether or how to display the piece publicly is a different issue). If that were the case, all art would be the same. It would never evolve. It would stagnate.

And, by the same token, it also follows that you cannot measure one piece of art against another in terms of whether it's good or not. I can't possibly say that Frazetta is better than Vallejo or that Todd is better than Ozibko. It's as nonsensical as asking 'Which is better, an apple or a pear?' Neither is better. Better by what measure? All any of us are qualified to say is whose work we prefer. If I asked you to walk around an art gallery and score a set of 10 paintings as A, B or C with A being the highest, what criteria would you use to make your decision? Is a Klee better than a Klimt or a Koons? Is a Monet better than a Manet or a Magritte? It also means, of course, that an art critic's opinion is only as valid as yours. They may have an education. They may been working in the industry for decades. But it's all still simple opinion, and they can't even agree with each other.

In 1998, conceptual artist Tracey Emin famously suffered a three day emotional and physical breakdown in which she spent most of her time in her bedroom. She then transported her bed - unwashed and unmade – and its immediate environs to Tate Britain and put it on display as My Bed. It was entered for the prestigious Turner Prize despite the fact that it had been created by the process of everyday living rather than as an act of artistic effort. Emin sold the piece for a reported £150,000 to the Saatchi Gallery. This is how the gallery catalogues the piece:
‘A consummate storyteller, Tracey Emin engages the viewer with her candid exploration of universal emotions. Well-known for her confessional art, Emin reveals intimate details from her life to engage the viewer with her expressions of universal emotions. Her ability to integrate her work and personal life enables her to establish an intimacy with the viewer. Tracey shows us her own bed, in all its embarrassing glory. Empty booze bottles, fag butts, stained sheets, worn panties: the bloody aftermath of a nervous breakdown. By presenting her bed as art, Tracey Emin shares her most personal space, revealing she’s as insecure and imperfect as the rest of the world.’


 Are you convinced?

 Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t. But that’s the issue under discussion here; opinion. Whether you love the piece or not – and few living artists divide popular opinion more than Tracey Emin - there’s no doubt that it is considered fine art by the experts. Or some of them anyway …

Influential critic Brian Sewell called the piece ‘self-sentimental memorabilia’ and said of Emin herself: ‘The sane man must ask whether he should give any of this pretentious stuff the time of day in aesthetic terms when it seems that this self-regarding exhibitionist is ignorant, inarticulate, talentless, loutish and now very rich.’ Michael Glover called her work ‘unadulterated, self-indulgent crap’ and, most savage of all, Philip Hensher wrote: ‘Is it possible to be a good conceptual artist and also very stupid? There's no hope for Tracey Emin. She's just no good.’ But balance that against Waldemar Januszczak who wrote of Emin’s work: ‘It's a voice that has never been heard in art before because the Professor Higginses who run the art world have never allowed it into art before.’ Or Marcus Field who said that, ‘Some have questioned whether such apparent unmediated outpourings can constitute art. And yet there is so clearly artistry involved. Apart from the obvious handiwork, there's the crucial defining feature of an artwork: that it should not only represent life, but reveal something about it, too. Her work may not do this for many of the men or metropolitan elite who despise it so much, but I suspect that it articulates feelings for others in a way unique in fine art.’

See what I mean?
Which brings me back to you, dear 'I can't draw for toffee' person. When you draw something and say you're unhappy with it, what are you unhappy with? Are you unhappy because it doesn't look like the kind of art you like? None of my artwork looks like the work of those artists I most respect. I will never be able to draw or paint like Beryl Cook, Willie Rushton, Arthur Rackham, W Heath Robinson, Ralph Steadman ... and all the others. So I don't make the comparison. How can I? I'm not any of them.

'There isn't safety in numbers with art'. It's so true. The fact that a greater percentage of the public prefer Constable's The Haywain to Lucien Freud's Benefits Supervisor Sleeping shouldn't mean that all public art should be green, oily and chocolate box pretty. When Picasso first shifted an eye to the wrong side of a painted head, he didn't think to himself 'People are going to hate this'. And even if he had, he bloody well did it anyway and to Hell what people thought. He did it because it felt right. He wasn't comparing his art to some benchmark of public opinion. He painted for his own satisfaction.

Children are deliciously uncritical and they love what they create. My grandchildren (aged 7 and 5) are always delighted with what they've painted. 'It's a train!' they reliably inform me as I try to find anything even remotely train-like among the raw blue, yellow and red splodges of poster paint. They see the value of what they've done. It's naive art in the true sense; they have not yet developed a taste in art and have no knowledge of art with which to compare their own efforts.

The curse of adulthood is the loss of that naivety. The tragedy is losing the joy of the act of creation. What was it Picasso said? 'Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.’

Photo: Mario Cacciottolo

Or maybe you're unhappy because you can't move the vision in your head onto the canvas? Then take some art lessons. Or teach yourself. The process of painting or drawing is mechanical and it can be taught. The proportions of the human body can be taught. Use of colour and tone and media can be taught. It's hard work at times but if you want it bad enough, you'll get it. You have to put the effort in. What can't be taught is imagination and passion. If you have the vision in your head and you desperately want to express it, you're already there. All you need to learn is how to use the tools. You have to let go of the idea of painting like someone else and paint like YOU. You have to forget the idea of being 'good' or 'bad' at art. Art isn't like sport where you win or lose. Some people are better tennis players than others. No one is a better artist than any other.

As I wrote in an earlier blogpost, I know that people who tell me 'I'd like to write a book one day' mostly never will. If they really wanted to write, they'd write. All of the writers I know write all the time in notebooks, blogs, on napkins and i-pads. They can't turn it off. The consideration of whether anyone will ever read it other than themselves is secondary to the act of creation. That's why they're writers. Artists are no different. I know lots of people - illustrators, painters, sculptors, photographers - and they never stop creating art. I was sat in a pub with my mate, the photographer Mark Page recently and, even though it was a social drink, he took at least ten photos of people and things because a shot presented itself and he felt compelled to capture it. Mark's photos are not simple landscapes or portraits or records of events. Every shot is composed, considered. And yet most will never be prints or be published in a book. He took them because it pleased him to do so.

Behind me in this room are several unfinished paintings. I'm enjoying myself immensely painting them even though they aren't for sale and won't go into an exhibition. I'm not as technically proficient as any of the artists I've mentioned in this blog. I don't know if anyone will ever like them. But I don't give a flying monkeys. I'm having fun being an artist.

If you really want to be an artist too, then be one.

The only thing stopping you is you.

The most amazing video you'll see today - Raining on the Sun

Does it rain on the Sun?

Yes, although what falls is not water but extremely hot plasma.

An example occurred in mid-July 2012 after an eruption on the Sun that produced both a Coronal Mass Ejection and a moderate solar flare. What was more unusual, however, was what happened next. Plasma in the nearby solar corona was imaged cooling and falling back, a phenomenon known as coronal rain. Because they are electrically charged, electrons, protons, and ions in the rain were gracefully channeled along existing magnetic loops near the Sun's surface, making the scene appear as a surreal three-dimensional sourceless waterfall. The resulting surprisingly-serene spectacle is shown in ultraviolet light and highlights matter glowing at a temperature of about 50,000 Kelvin (that's around 50,000 degrees C or about 90,000 degrees F). Each second in the time lapse video takes about 6 minutes in real time, so that the entire coronal rain sequence lasted about 10 hours.

Amazing, eh?

One for the Record Books

Famous LPs re-imagined as books by Christophe Gowans. Lots more to see if you follow the link.


Saturday, 23 February 2013

The Worst Tattoo in the World got Fixed

A heartwarming story for a change.

I bet you've seen this photo before, often labelled as 'the worst tattoo in the world.' It belongs to a doubly unfortunate chap called Chad Stahl; doubly because his wife died tragically young in a house fire and because, on the first anniversary of her death, some oaf with a needle inflicted this shameful ink on his arm.

But, now, six years on, his ordeal is over. Scott Versago of Empire Ink in Akron, Ohio, has done an amazing job fixing the bodged tattoo. And, after hearing Stahl’s story, Versago did the job for free.

I love a happy ending. This might just be the most uplifting story you read on the Internet this weekend. Unless there's a better story invoving kittens.

(Via Geekosystem. Image courtesy of Scott Versago)

And while we're talking tattoos, how about this one? Here's a guy who decided that it's better to embrace and even advertise his injury rather than hide it. Good for him.

Some websites you should visit

Every week I scan through a great many websites in the search for the fascinating, interesting and downright weird. Here are some recent finds that I'm delighted to share with you.

First up, we have Tuesday Johnson's Historical Indulgences or, as he describes it: 'A collection of vernacular photography and ephemera focused mainly within the curious and often misunderstood realm of 19th century America. I have a soft spot for all things silly, antiquated, macabre, and grotesque.' Here's a sample:

ca. 1896, cross-dressing gentleman

ca. 1820

Here's another great site - Bombsight by the University of Portsmouth - that shows the location of every bomb that fell on the UK during WW2. It brings the horror of the Blitz to sudden reality.

Then there's Discovering Dad, a never less than fascinating trawl through the cupboards, drawers and storage boxes of Terry Gilliam by his daughter Holly:

More soon.

The astonishing wood sculptures of Dan Webb

Dan Webb is something very special. I find it hard just to draw or paint cloth. Webb does it in wood. 
There are a few more of his extraordinary artworks here (He doesn't just do cloth, believe me). Or visit his gallery here. You will be AMAZED. Here's a taster ...

All Human Life Is Here ...

Everyone has at least one very odd photograph in their family archive; a curious facial expression caught, an extraordinary instant captured. Thanks to the internet, these can now be shared with the world. And, suddenly, you realise that everyone else's family is weirder than yours ...

This sword-wielding grandpa and his chihuahua.

This wonderfully adorable family.

This terribly awkward family photo.

This prince and his majestic steed.

The 38 Most Unexplainable Images On The Web

The 38 Most Unexplainable Images On The Web

More here at Buzzfeed and SoBadSoGood

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Beauty from the past

Amazing early colour test footage from 1922. nearly 100 years ago. Extraordinary and beautiful.

Saturday, 9 February 2013


Image Copyright (c) Stevyn Colgan

Salon at Foyles

On Thursday 7th I took part in the first Salon event of 2013 at one of London's best-loved (and few remaining) bookshops - Foyles. This was a special Salon too as it was awards night; specifically the Transmission Prize for the Communication of Ideas, sponsored by Aeon magazine.

Salon itself is a wonderful thing; regular get-togethers of inspiring speakers, glamorous hostesses, and a clever, curious audience ready for a thought-provoking, convivial evening in wonderful intimate settings.

Coaxed along by some splendid gin cocktails expertly mixed for us by Hendricks, the evening featured a bibliotherapy sesssion between Ella Berthoud and Damian Barr, a talk by me, and then the awards themselves.

A wonderful evening in the company of lovely people. Full set of photographs from the night here.

The Regeneration Game

Okay ... so the Doctor is a Time Lord. And he can regenerate 12 times. And he's used 10 ... that we know of; after all, we don't know if William Hartnell was hs first incarnation or whether he had other incarnations between McGann and Eccleston.

The most recent couple of generations have looked quite similar involving a massive expulsion of energy. Previously, there have been odd distortions of space-time, swirly effects and the curious anomaly of 'The Watcher'; a wraith-like figure of the Doctor's future incarnation that hovers around waiting to inhabit the regenerating body. But however it's happened, we're told that every molecule in the body is in a state of flux; re-shaping, repairing and re-moulding the critically injured Time Lord into a new form.

So my question is ... why does Jon Pertwee's incarnation have a tattoo when no other incarnation does? He can't have visited a tattoo parlour. He didn't have time. After events in The War Games, he is punished by having a forced regeneration and sent directly to Earth. In this still from Pertwee's debut story Spearhead from Space he is in a shower at the medical faclity that he is brought to directly after arriving on our planet.  

Looks a bit like a question mark doesn't it?

And then there's the tricky issue of teeth. Do Time Lords visit the dentist? Do fillings transfer between regenerations? I only ask because Peter Davison's Doctor has a good mouthful of amalgam (seen here in his pre-penultimate story Resurrection of the Daleks). Did he really get that many cavities in the short time since he first appeared at the end of Logopolis?

I think we should be told.

Friday, 8 February 2013


I was watching Beetlejuice for the umpteenth time yesterday evening ... but noticed something I hadn't noticed before. In the 'carousel' scene towards the end, I spotted the fact that Michael Keaton's headpiece is covered with Batman logos (If you already know this then just play along and humour an old man). I'd always spotted the bat wings on the neck and assumed it was a little joke at Keaton's expense - Beetlejuice was made in 1988 and Batman in 1989 so I guess the casting decision had already been made during Beetlejuice.

Anyway, here's a still - look closely at the rim around the 'roof' part:


Thursday, 7 February 2013

Guy Laramee's Book Landscapes

I've never loved books more.

More of his amazing work here and on his website here.

Saturday, 2 February 2013

The big, big pencil drawings of Chris LaPorte

Who says size doesn't matter? Chris LaPorte spent 1,200 Hours and used over 100 Pencils to create this monumental work: City Band.
One Man, 1,200 Hours, and Over 100 Pencils: City Band, A Monumental Drawing by Chris LaPorte murals drawing

One Man, 1,200 Hours, and Over 100 Pencils: City Band, A Monumental Drawing by Chris LaPorte murals drawing

One Man, 1,200 Hours, and Over 100 Pencils: City Band, A Monumental Drawing by Chris LaPorte murals drawing
City Band began when LaPorte discovered an 80-year-old photograph of his grandfather’s high school marching band while rummaging through his mother’s basement. The photograph is somewhat blurry and damaged with age, but he decided to use the piece as inspiration for a drawing that now spans 13 x 26 feet. In this respect it isn't photorealistic; the ratio of photo to drawing is 1/540 meaning that the quality of the original image was so poor in relation to the scale of the canvas that the vast majority of details came from the artist’s head as he worked.
One Man, 1,200 Hours, and Over 100 Pencils: City Band, A Monumental Drawing by Chris LaPorte murals drawing
There's a nice little video (below) about the piece. The artist's website is here.

My thanks to Chrissi Broughton for bringing his work to my attention