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Archive for January, 2013

interior    matrials

When not found painting, I’m in my chair reading.  This is the bookish end of my studio and it’s a lovely place to be during a sunny day which is often the case here in Andalusia.

I paint chiefly with filberts (soft bristles, long handles) and favor linen canvasses with a tight weave, though I do enjoy painting on wood as well.

Now, Windsor and Newton produce some fine oil paint but my favorite manufacturers are Old Holland, Rublev and Michael Harding.  Hands down, they produce some of the best paints, mediums and varnishes available.

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A friend of mine suggested that it would be a good idea to show some of my older pieces feeling that much of what I had painted in the past can still be enjoyed.  So, short of putting everything up I thought a small sample would do.  Here it is.

Joseph Dawson, oil   Joseph Dawson, oil 2Joseph Dawson, oil 3  Joseph Dawson, oil 4 Joseph Dawson, oil 5

When I painted these, I used quick drying mediums, cotton canvasses and soft flat brushes, building up my paintings in a manner closely resembling that of an Alla prima painter. (Alla prima means “at once”, a painting style that is done in a quickly-executed wet-into-wet fashion for faster results)

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self portrait

I painted this when I was at a loose end.  I wanted to paint someone and having no one but myself around at the time, I thought it might be instructive to do a self portrait.

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There are those who contend the authenticity of this statement being ascribed to Picasso.  I do not believe that this in anyway detracts from the truth of what is being said either way.  So with that in mind.. here we go:

“From the moment that art ceases to be food that feeds the best minds, the artist can use his talents to perform all the tricks of the intellectual charlatan.  Most people can today no longer expect to receive consolation and exaltation from art. The ‘re-fined, ‘the rich, the professional ‘do-nothing, ‘the distillers of quintessence desire only the peculiar, the sensational, the eccen-tric, the scandalous in today’s art.  I myself, since the advent of Cubism, have fed these fellows what they wanted and satisfied these critics with all the ridiculous ideas that have passed through my mind.  The less they understood them, the more they admired me. Through amusing myself with all absurd farces, I became celebrated, and very rapidly.  For a painter, celebrity means sales and consequent affluence. Today as you know, I am celebrated, I am rich.  But when I am alone, I do not have the effrontery to consider myself an artist at all, not it the grand old meaning of the word; Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, were great painters.  I am only a public clown – a mountebank. I have understood my time and have exploited the imbecility, the vanity, the greed of my contemporaries.  It is a bitter con-fession, this confession of mine, more painful than it may seem. But at least and at last it does have the merit of being honest.”

Pablo Picasso, 1952

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