Here are some of the exhibits from the Royal Academy’s Summer Exhibition which I enjoyed and if you’ll excuse the pun, from my perspective.
I rather like the way people lean when looking at pictures as if to look around them, or perhaps as in this case as he did not lean, the image was talking to him into those lovely big ears.
This is two pieces, a sculpture and a painting behind. Someone being clever here with the curating. Clever curator!
And then last of the series I took is this one, it must have been done pre Brexit and speaks volumes.
I suspect that this exhibition is over now, but yesterday I took in the Picasso Portraits one at the National Portrait Gallery, not allowed to photograph anything there which was a shame. For my money I enjoyed the Summer Exhibition much more and thought the National Portrait people had put on a poor show, dull rooms and home movies of the man himself did nothing for me. Not all the drawings were that good either. Picasso has so much outstanding work, some in here but not all.You should be told, it’s expensive to visit.
They say that there are only six jokes in the world, and that those are just recycled and remade. I have no idea what the original six were.
It would seem to me that in what I do there are now no such things as originals, or perhaps I’m wrong. All my drawings these days start with a line drawing that is essentially unfinished. The drawing is then scanned and put into photoshop and digitally worked up to get the final. Which is the original? Possibly the initial line drawing can be described as the original, but it is not what I’d call finished. In the time before digital work I’d finish and faff with it until I was relatively happy and then that final flat piece of paper can rightly be described as the original. So perhaps that discounts this first drawing. May be those pixels in the mac are the original.
Anyhow here’s a first line drawing without any messing, apart from the scanning. It’s for a series I’m working on the British, although the boat could be a metaphor for the country ready to set off on its round the world trip, apres Brexit.
Please note the adventurer’s website address on the banner above his leaking boat. I wonder if that domain is taken?
What a load of contradictory messages this sends out. I think I’ll avoid being close to a frenchman straight after breakfast for the time being. Or is this some sort of Brexit conspiracy? These are so-called French radishes grown in the UK. We should be told.
So the European boat disappears over the horizon and the Tory lifeboat with the Brexit bunch now have a little dinghy, but who’s hand is on the tiller?
This is the sort of drawing that you can almost put any caption to, feel free to suggest alternatives. Farage is the name of the smoking parrot.
I don’t normally do political type cartoons, but the present situation is too much for me to ignore.