After I had spent 2 or 3 days in Serpa sketching all kind of buildings, I got quite bored, and needed to sketch something else. This is why, on the 7th of July (2009), I sat with kevin at a cafe outside, and made sketches of the people sitting there. I liked the faces I saw, and had quite a nice time doing that. As always my sketches tend to be caricatures, I just can’t help it… but I swear that I have warm and sympathetic feelings towards all these people I sketch, my intention is really not to make them look silly or ridiculous or whatever negative… I am sorry if some recognise themselves (what i doubt in fcat as I am not really searching for a good likeness) and feel offended… :-)
These are some of the people I sketched that day. if you wnat to see more, go please to my Flickr account
Still following the paintings orders from my rock musician partner Kev Moore.. rock musicians are really wonderful subjects for me and I deeply enjoy the colours and attitudes.
Soon I will start a series about Michael Jackson… I am so incredibly sad about his death, I still can’t face and believe it, when I see him dancing… more than anything, it is what i admired in him.
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Do you have an idea what is the most frequent answer I hear from women when I am trying to have a discussion with them about Barack Obama, asking them what they think of him?
“He is such an handsome man!”
Never tell me again that appearances are not important!!!
My first entry about the Art of Eating was about eating donuts, especially about the differences between men and women accomplishing this sacred act.
Today it will also be about eating donuts, or more exactly: not eating them.
The other day I saw this brave Granny at Masko. Like always they served her a free donut with her coffee. Well, I don’t know it they did it on purpose or if it was a mistake, but in fact they served her 2 donuts, which made her appear even braver to me. The woman was sitting there, her arms and hands literally nailed to her chair, the eyes immovably fixed to a spot of invisible interest in front of her. I wondered after a certain time what was the aim of this immobility exercise, as the woman didn’t even make a movement to drink her coffee. But after a while I understood: judging by her numerous chins and the spare tyre around her body, the aim was obviously to avoid with eyes and body the little plate containing the two donuts. Poor woman! The waitress had even had the idea to put the plate upon the serviette dispenser, at Granny’s eye level… and to complicate matters further, the two donuts had come suddenly to life, smiling and winking at her.
The lady didn’t weaken. Sometimes I could perceive some nervous ticks in her hands, as if she was about to move them, but no, she resisted. A lifetime passed. Then suddenly, like a chameleon catching a fly, her two hands shot out simultaneously, and in one quick movement grabbed at the plate, taking one donut in each hand and shoving both togetehr in her mouth, swallowing them in one go.
A second later she resumed first position, as if nothing had happened!
Something very funny happened to us the other day as we were sitting at Cafe Masko. I was sketching people, like always, and Kevin was reading. I vaguely noticed a woman going from table to table, distributing leaflets and explaining something, but I was much too concentrated in my work to be able to listen what it was all about. But I noticed that she avoided coming to our table.
Just before she left, I saw her standing not far away, observing us, She could not see that I was observing her myself, from behind my sunglasses. Suddenly she took the decision and approached our table:
she said to me,
I am always quite upset when people interrupt me while I am sketching, but well, I guess they don’t realise that, in a way, they’re invading my workplace! And well, I never could get used to strangers calling me “Darling”… I hate it in fact, even if Kevin explains to me every time, that it does not mean anything. At the beginning when we met, he used to call some women “darling” himself, and I went bananas! The darlings are gone now, although sometimes the even worse “Hi, Love”” escapes from his mouth…
Anyway… after this ceremonial greeting the woman started reading from a leaflet which looked like the dead sea scrolls…
“Complete care for hands and feet
Manicure and varnish
Luxury manicure and varnish
Full set nail extension
I really tried to stay polite and patient. But as I heard the word “art”, I simply lost it! You need to know, I don’t care for my nails, and even less than other people care for them, it is simply not my thing. And anyway I wanted to go on sketching, seeing that my model was about to leave. Suddenly, in an instant of genial inspiration, I took the paper from her hand, handed it to Kevin and said:
“Look, this is more something for him!”
(and in fact it is!)
The woman was shocked to stony silence for a long while, her sales rhythm interrupted. She had surely not planned for this scenario, frozen, with an open mouth, and eyes wandering back and forth from me to Kevin. But eventually, she recovered her words:
“Oh great, I love mens feet!”
And she started to tell Kevin that he should come to her and she would care for his feet. My desire to sketch had disappeared in an instant!
“Hey, wait a moment… let me have a look at you, to see if I really can trust you with my Kevin’s feet!”
Yet again, she was rocked back on her heels, and I really started to look at her, to ensure if she was ugly enough to care for my Kevin’s feet. She was.
“Yes, I guess I can…”
“Of course you can, He will love it!”
At that moment, I lost the will to live, and just sat there depressed, while she read the whole anti ageing recipe to Kevin. And as she left, she said to him:
“Bye, love, see you soon!”
I DOUBT IT…
This is my first entry in this new blog, which, in fact, is a little brother from my professional painter website Planet Goodaboom (www.goodaboom.com}. But this one will be exclusively dedicated to my portrait art. In fact this is the beginning of what I plan to become a big adventure through and by means of cyberspace. I’ll tell you gradually about it.
I will regularly write here about my portraits painter life, my experiences, the commissions I am working on, and the sketches I am regularly doing outside on the café terraces.
Actually I am spending some weeks in a little town of the south of Spain, where I arrived some days ago. Today, for the first time since I arrived, the storm had stopped and the sun was shining and I could sit outside and sketch people. Normally here in Spain the people have loaaaads of time, and when they sit at a café, they kind of sit all the day! But this morning, I don’t know why, they were moving like crazy, coming and going incessantly. Perhaps the effect of the 3 days of storms which still sat in their bodies? It was not easy for me to catch them, I can tell you! Only one guy sat there all the time, and you won’t believe it, he spent his time sticking his tongue out at everybody! I guess you all thought the tongue was a part of the woman’s dress behind him!
PS: Don’t ask me why he did it!