Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Tested for you: Periscope (iOS app)

   On this rather idle Bank Holiday weekend I have been introduced to a new app that is quickly becoming popular. The app is called Periscope and it is own by Twitter; at the moment it only works on iPhones and iPads and you have to have a Twitter account to be able to use it.

What you can do with it is broadcast videos directly from your device, you can do that publicly or to a selected audience of people who follow you, imagine skype meets social networking.
Video and audio are of good quality and as you record you can see how many users are watching you and who they are. You can share your video through Twitter and, if you wait a little after you've finished recording, the video will upload to the app and your followers you will be able to watch it for the following 24 hours.

As a viewer you can sign up for notifications that will alert you when one of your contacts is broadcasting and while you view them live you can send a text. Broadcasters can read your messages on their screen and answer you on video. You can tap the screen for "like"s, they appear as little floaty coloured heats ( meh).

I have been browsing the app in these past days and I must say that it's full of people just sitting on a sofa and asking viewers for questions. Silly stuff. Very silly. And of course the app is bound to be misused, after all there's a good percentage of porn in the web, but one can easily stay clear of that.  I have watched reporters walking around the Expo in Milan, a potter being interviewed, images from a concert etc., interesting stuff. 

Current state of affairs of self portrait, still on the easel

I think this could be a great tool for artists. I have tried to broadcast myself painting a self portrait yesterday and this morning, and it went quite well aside from the noisy building works nextdoor.

I set up my phone with one of those little bendy tripod on an easel between me and the canvas so it showed a close up of the surface. On the first broadcast I specified I could not take questions at the start but then later on I did look at the screen and had a few exchanges, though it was a bit distracting.

Set up for recording

Demos, reports from exhibition, studio visits, question sessions... there's a lot that could be done. I think an android version is in the pipeline in the meantime my nickname on Periscope is "ilayuk", I hope to see you there !

Tuesday, 7 April 2015


        In these past weeks I had to travel often and I wasn't able to spend much time in the studio. Perhaps my concentration is not very good but I find it hard to start any serious work when I know I won't have a couple of uninterrupted weeks ahead.  Since I was spending a few days in the countryside in Italy over Easter I thought I'd try at least to cut myself off for some time and sit in the garden to paint. 

All images are iPhone photos of small paintings on paper 23x31cm
   I was confronted with similar problems as when I was in Civita Castellana for a residency two years ago.  Painting the landscape is intriguing but alien for me. I was always drawn to portrait and still life, to interiors, and my favourite artists are not pure landscapists, however a trait of my character is curiosity, sustained by a certain tenacity; I basically just want to understand things on my own by trial and error.
  It is well known in my family - and I'm quite proud of it- that I never had any talent whatsoever for drawing, but I liked it so much that I just had to learn on sheer will. And now I feel the same tingling for landscape: I view it as something I must have a go at if I want to deepen my comprehension of painting.

    The first hurdle I had to face when I was in Civita was that my palette was completely insufficient to paint that luscious area. Maybe I could have managed a desert with all my tubes of thick earths but certainly not the intensity of a blue sky or the saturation of green leaves. I should have had cadmiums of course and some titanium. That thing that any palette might do is not true. In these past days I corrected that and added cobalt turquoise, cad. lemon and sap green while barely touching ochre. Maybe too much but eventually I'll get there. 

    Some notes to self after Civita's meltdown: in an Italian summer outdoor shadows are cool. Full stop. Not warm as I have painted them indoors for the past ten years. 
 Wear a hat. 
 Learn to open and close your easel because you are a total nerd and it is in fact possible to do it with two hands only. 
 When you stand in the sun colours will look more saturated and if you don't keep it in mind when you take the painting inside you'll have a bad surprise. 
 If you worry too much about colour you forget all the tonal relationships and all will be lost. 
 Find a strategy: sky first ? But then it's wet and how does one paint dry branches on top ? Sky first then branches then keep more sky mixture on the side to paint in between branches ? 
 As mother-in-law says, there's nothing more definitive than what you thought was temporary. Mix colour accurately because most times there's no going back. 
 Change description to "Mixed Media: oil and insects on canvas".

    So here are some small paintings from the past days. One thing is immediately clear to me: if I venture ourside it has to be home. Tuscany ( Chianti, Maremma), maybe Rome. 
It makes no sense at all for me to travel somewhere and record my experience there and although I love living in London I don't have that gut connection that might compel me to go down by the river and set up there.  I worked on paper ( which I never do) in order to feel no pressure at all about "producing" anything and so that I could snap myself out of any habit.  

This surface doesn't help but I thought that I shouldn't give myself any unfair advantage since the aim was just to find further, bigger problems. What to paint ? Why ? Is it about space, or light ? What part plays form then ? What is my landscape painting about ? What is the pictorial space like in my work, shallow, deep, intimate, wide ?

I'll be back in London tomorrow, which means there will be no more field work until the summer at least, but I can now have a go at turning these sketches into larger studio paintings and see if there's anything there. It will be a very long process.

Friday, 27 March 2015

AAF in Milan

    Last week I had an interesting experience as I accompanied my London gallerist, Kathryn Bell from Fine Art Consultancy, to Milan for the Affordable Art Fair. Kathryn is a veteran of AAF but it was her first time in Milan and she thought she might do with someone who spoke the language.
Aside from the late arrival of the paintings, for which we had only about three hours to set up the whole stand, everything went well and we had good sales and a lot of compliments for the work we displayed.

I was lucky enough to sell this painting, a "behind the scenes" image from my studio, painted at night under artificial light. It was enjoyable to talk to visitors and a little difficult to fend off the artists who thought it fit to come submitting their work at the busiest time of the day.

Chaotic Still Life, oil on linen, 46x72 cm

   What struck me the most in the fair was the lack of perceptual paintings. Actually I think my work might have been one of the few that implied looking at reality among the about ninety exhibiting galleries.  The quality of the paintings and sculptures on show was at times frankly embarrassing and I wonder if many galleries underestimated visitors and tried to shift the worst of what they had under the pretence that is cheap. This in turn discourages many good artists who might be in fact happy to sell their work for under 6000€ but don't take part because of the lack of quality.
My gallery preferred to show good works of established and popular artists even if this meant getting very close to the upper price limit, and the decision paid off. 

   Anyway someone looking for "realist", for lack of a better word, painting would have been very disappointed, and it was frustrating to see what people carried out ( the spirit of the fair is that you walk away with the artwork you have bought). As the days went by I realised that the most popular works were what I call "joke" works, paintings that play on humour such as large cityscapes with an ostrich running around, little compositions playing on the name of famous artists ( Duchamp Shampoo, Klimt Eastwood...seriously) or large head of celebrities traced and painted on newspaper collage.

   Were these buyers the same people who queue up for the umpteenth Caravaggio show, who travel around Italy for arty gourmet trips, educated professionals who are keen for their children to appreciate art and play music, and hail from the cradle of visual art civilisation? I was baffled.

    A remark by James Bland shed some light on this and made me think: irony is a way of distancing yourself from something. If I say I like a certain painting, then my taste can be scrutinised and I can be judged upon it. If I buy art without really engaging but I declare it amuses me I am safe and can retain my cool. If I make art and then give it an ironic, sarcastic title then it doesn't matter if the piece is any good, I was only joking.
A walk around the high brow world of contemporary art at Frieze fair is not too different from the AAF, just a little more expensive and sophisticated: many playful or satiric artworks that have no intrinsic value and do not require a real commitment, just a financial investment.

  Irony is not a 20th century element in art. I always thought that we perhaps disregard it but that all of Zeus naughty affairs were conceived with and for amusement, that nymphs and satyrs having fun in the woods were not viewed seriously, however they were painted seriously. Once the humour has worn off, what will collectors of modern farcical pieces be left with ?

As for me, I declare shamelessly that I take full responsibility for the paintings I make ( now travelling to Hong Kong for the upcoming AAF).

G.K. oil on panel 24x18 cm


Sunday, 22 February 2015

Olha Pryymak - Ukraine Diaries

     In this cold and gray Sunday I crossed London to go see Ukraine Diaries, an exhibition of paintings by Olha Pryymak at Krilova Stelfox Gallery just off Brick Lane.

I was very touched by Olha's work; eight groups of small square paintings record days in which events in her native Ukraine cast their shadow on her quiet family life in London.
As an expat I fully understand the deep link with the native country, a link that is particularly strong nowadays when information travels fast, when there is always a camera around to record images and sounds, when strangers can give you an account of facts as they are happening.

Olha selects instants of some particular days: when her brother graduated, when the protests started, when the plane crashed, when her son walked the dog. 

He practices on the clarinet, maybe she is looking at news on the phone while she listens. He plays innocently with his toy soldiers while elsewhere troops are killing dozens of people in the snow. Where are we, here or there ?

The paintings are installed in asymmetrical clusters, some times they are coupled up, one in direct response to the other one. The show is hanged in chronological order of days and surprisingly proceeds  counterclockwise. In the Eastern Orthodox tradition we do everything the opposite way, says Olha.
All the paintings are on small wood boxes, their square format recalls images on a screen, they are images of images, all equal: interiors, landscapes, portraits, London, Kiev, the phone screen, a newspaper. They all contribute to convey the bewilderment and horror at a protest that unexpectedly turned into riots, then violence and ultimately a full fledged war.

The paint flows fast because recording fleeting visions, flickering videos, a casual appearance of the Ukrainian flag colours in an urban decor, is urgent. They need to be fixed before they drift away again  in the flux. Synapsis are firing, connections are made, some obvious, some only known to the artist.

We can almost hear the droning of the news, the clarinet being played, the pinging of new tweets, the sound of a shooting. Politicians are staring at us in gray ink from the front page, they don't do anyting while explosions obscure the painted space.

Olha Pryymak's Ukraine Diaries is at Krilova Stelfox Gallery, 23 Heinage St, London E1 until the 25th of February.

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

"National Gallery" FIlm

    Having read some good reviews, last Sunday I went to watch this documentary by filmmaker Frederick Wiseman. At short notice I couldn't find anyone willing to endure three hours so I merrily went on my own and, particularly since I didn't not have to worry about the amount of boredom inflicted to spouse, I really enjoyed it.
The film is somewhere in between a fly-on-the-wall documentary and a photo of a museum by Candida Hofer. Images of paintings and visitors in museum rooms alternate with recordings of gallery talks, board meetings and discussions on conservation.

    There is no commentary, no narration, but the film is so self explanatory that there's really no need for it. The images, which I think have been recorded over a number of weeks, suggested to me the flow of a day.
The film opens with the whirring sound of a floor polishing machine and a glimpse of the gallery preparing for the daily opening, proceeds to "spy" on a morning meeting where we see the NG Director Nicholas Penny dealing with marketing issues. As the "day" goes on and we are shown people looking at masterpieces and a few ( too many?) gallery talks to the general public and to children.
It is quite revelatory how images of people queueing in the cold for tickets to the blockbuster Leonardo show precede footing from  corporate events evenings, and how the talks become more sophisticated when they address a public of "connoisseurs". Wiseman says his films are "based on un-staged, un-manipulated actions... The editing is highly manipulative and the shooting is highly manipulative... What you choose to shoot, the way you shoot it, the way you edit it and the way you structure it... all of those things... represent subjective choices that you have to make."

   Visits to the "backstage" are very interesting. The team from the conservation studio gives us a taste of the technological department of the Gallery's life, even if they too have to oblige to corporate visitors. The manual ability of the craftsmen painstakingly carving and gilding frames in the silence of some lab is hypnotic, and the care taken with the lighting of a display draws our attention to aspects that we might overlook.

   In a couple of shots we see people sketching in front of paintings, and two scenes present the art classes that take place in a frankly quite unsuitable room with a bad lighting and a circle of desks; it's the only time when the film touches on the subject of making paintings and on the museum's role to inspire and engage with artists.

    I have never joined one of the group talks from the NG program but having sat through a few during the film I am disappointed at how they (or the editing) focus on the subject and the iconography of the painting; from there we jump directly at the spectrographic analysis of layers by restorers. What happens between the moment the artist chooses the subject and visualises the scene and when we are confronted with the resulting physical object, the act of painting, is not looked at.
   Rubens' "Samson and Delilah" is explained as if the artist was a film director or a cinematographer, his main task placing and lighting the figures. Nothing is said about the impossible activity of taking some dust, mix it with oil and applying it to a piece of fabric and make something that is so individual and sublime that nobody can replicate it.

    We are told about Titian's paintings and his love for Ovid; we are even read a poem about the nymph Callisto but what about the surface of Titian's paintings, what about his revolutionary contribution to painting ? What about the way in which his teacher's glazing process is forgotten and the sensuousness of his nymphs is found precisely in the sensuousness of his paint, where the matter becomes flesh ?
Speakers in the film seem to be all art historians and the only one who introduces herself as an artist states she is not a painter but makes installations !

 "National Gallery" is enjoyable both for people who visit regularly and for those who don't have this privilege, its slow pace leaves the viewer time to think and flavour the atmosphere of the museum.
The attention to the visitors reactions, the slow track-shots in the empty rooms and the enlargements of painted details had made me hope for more, for a film that was enamoured with the deep and mysterious ways in which masterpieces affects us, but this is a long and at times beautiful documentary about the institution and not art itself.


Saturday, 13 December 2014

So, why would men be more interesting to paint than women ?


    A few weeks ago I read this article on the Daily Telegraph and I just needed to post my views.
Tai-Shan Schierenberg is one of the most important British portrait painters of these days: he has painted very distinguished sitters including the Queen, Lord Sainsbury, Seamus Heane. He won the John Player Portrait Award in 1989 ( now BP Portrait Award), his work is on permanent display at the National Portrait Gallery. He is also the principal of The Art Academy and an honorary member of the Royal Society of Portrait Painters. In the past two years he's been a judge of the reality show "Sky Portrait of the Year" ( I didn't watch it, does he prefers male portraits in the show ?).

     His latest show, New Works, opened on the 12th of November at Flowers Gallery; I saw it this week and it is an excellent exhibition. Presumably at the press preview for the show, Schierenberg chatted with this Daily Telegraph journalist  who managed to focus his piece on commissioned portraiture - which is not included in the exhibition by the way - and came up with a catchy title that it's not really explained.

     I don't know if or to what extent Schierenberg's words have been misrepresented but the result is a veritable own goal on the part of a very good artist who, aside from blatant sexism, misses an opportunity to talk about what modern portraiture should be.

In the newspaper piece Schierenberg launches himself in a rant against his own sitters. Vanity seems to be one of his main preoccupation when he is at the easel. 

"Men don’t like being shown in any way vulnerable.... They’re worried that I might see something they don’t want me to see, which can cause a bit of a power struggle. Men are often very proud of their scars and their frowns, and they don’t mind showing that stuff, whereas if you show that in a woman’s portrait she’d be very upset."
In a string of common places he says that in his experience men are concerned about their status while women crack under the pressure of being beautiful and youthful. When confronted with their own painted image his sitters are reduced to their Mars/Venus hormonal self, as testosteron inflames men and progesteron reduces women to tears. He concludes by saying that there's something wrong with women because they are not impressed with his struggle and that he cathegorizes them into "attractive and unattractive". 

        I wouldn't object to a painter who states that he is more interested in portraying men because he/she personally prefers to paint harsher and more defined features but these comments on gender attitude strike me as shallow and untrue. 

Perhaps my experience is not comparable to the two decades of high profile career of Mr Schierenberg, but I haven't really encountered these stereotypes. I have encountered a pinch of vanity, yes - don't most of us have that?- and actually I have found that men are concerned about their looks as much or even more than women, but this is nothing compared to the pleasure of getting to know someone and work together. Yes often painting a portrait is a power struggle between artist and sitter - or a sitter's parent- but it is also an engaging collaboration where their input and their commitment is essential.  
I think that it is the duty of a portrait painter to open a channel of communication with the person they are painting, and it's when that happens that the whole process becomes fascinating.
I like listening to their stories or witnessing their thoughts passing through their face. Looking at the latest portrait by Schierenberg, the one he painted of his father on display at the exhibition, charged with emotion, I really can't understand what would prevent him looking for the same humanness in a female sitter. 

 Dear Prominent Ladies, Woman's Hour Power List Game-Changers and the likes,
now that you know if you want to commission a portrait please remember that I am very interested in painting you, at a fraction of the price.

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Painting and Back Health


In recent weeks a fortunately short bout of back pain has made me think about the best practices for an easel artist to keep a healthy back.
In my experience the "move" from the table to the easel when I started working in oils years ago represented the end of all neck pains I have been suffered since school days. My posture has always been quite correct despite being tall but I always had the tendency to hang down the head when sitting at a desk. This of course meant a constant strain for the trapeze muscle that resulted in sore shoulders and a stiff neck.

     When I started working at the easel and, like a homo sapiens, finally looked ahead rather than down, all of this disappeared. In my early days as an oil painter I used to stand all the time, both in class and very often in the studio. I sawed off the top part of my easel so that I could lift the base up and work standing even with small paintings.

    For a few years I also had one of those Swedish chairs with the seat at an angle and a knee rest. I realised though that I often ended up perched on top of it slumped forward with my feet on the knee rest. An ostheopath recently explained that even if used correctly those chairs are no good, as you end up having all the weight supported on your knees, which ultimately damages the joint and might affect the sciatic nerve.

   In recent years, as I concentrated on table top still-life in which my point of view is aligned with the set up, I work sitting 90% of the time. A good amount of time spent working on printmaking also meant again sitting at a table and working on small scale works that need to be looked at from a close distance. Since I am not getting any younger I decided to find out about the best way of preserving a healthy back. I asked my GP's osteopath and posted on FB to get advice from fellow painters.
You probably already know all of this but here's a little reminder anyway:

- Take breaks
 Cindy Procious points a timer if she becomes too absorbed in what you are doing and take a short break to move around. I want to think that a certain space and body awareness develops naturally with painting skills, so it's good to relax the muscles involved in handling the brush. Judi Green uses Spikey Balls to massage the back during breaks, while Linda Brandon does push ups ( I'm impressed!)
Ingres at the Phillips Collection, Washington

- Exercise
 Donald Beal has obtained a set of exercises from a physiotherapist to strengthen rhomboid muscles ( between shoulder blades) and hold a good shoulder posture. In case of pain there are contrasting opinion if osteopathy or physiotherapy is the best option ( see difference here). Annie Brash Kelvin opted for a personal trainer and Lylian Peternolli for jogging.
I must confess that when it's time to go to the gym I always find something more interesting to do in the studio. I try to go twice a week and I don't do classes because I know I don't like to go at a regular time. The osteopath advised me to do "a bit of everything". Best of best, he said, is swimming front crawl, otherwise do a little on all aerobic machines: treadmill, bicycle, cross trainer, rowing machine and the like (no Power Plate) followed by core exercises with control.
Pam Hawkes  says: one of the postures I have developed over the years is to try, when standing or sitting, to fold my arms behind my back and hold the opposite elbow with each hand; it helps keep those long back muscles stretched.
This is a good exercise to relieve tension in the jaw, as we often clench it without realising. Place a fist under your chin as when you support your head. Open your mouth slightly pushing hard against your hand and count to seven, relax counting to three and repeat a few times.
Pilates, yoga etc. are all good disciplines of course, and Sophie Ploeg suggests that I get another dog ! ( sigh)

- Palette
Dennis Spicer bought a cheap tea trolley at a charity shop  for his palette, while Linda Brandon clamps it to another easel close by. David John Kassan has developped a vertical palette that also has advantages for comparing your mixes as it's positioned beside the painting.
I haven't tried DJK's palette but having worked on a glass palette on a trolley in the past I now feel I am doing well with holding a wooden one. I have a couple of these large palette, one that is slightly smaller and fits in my painting backpack and a larger one for the studio. I got them from Green and Stone and they are light and balanced and don't strain the arm or the wrist at all. ( I know, Roy Connelly, I should put it down but I like it !).

Maryanne Buschini ( and my osteopath) suggests a Swiss ball chair. Gallerist Jonathan Ross suggests the Alexander Technique but I must thank Gail Sauter who suggested a book by Esther Gokhale ( similar to Alexander Technique in some aspects). I only had it for a week or so but I found that
the explanations are very clear and the posture she suggests feels very natural to me. I learnt not only a new posture for sitting but also one for when I stand and look down such as when making monotypes or framing. I tried this today and it felt very good.

If everything else fails, I leave the last words to the wise John Hansen:  "A cure that works almost as well as exercise is age. Time and ageing pain receptors help. I use both."