New Label : French Market Places

‘Un producteur’ of traditional pork, reared in the fresh air. Cruelty free. Said his pigs were a bit muddy at the moment but that I could come & draw them in spring time. I ordered a ham for Christmas Day breakfast. There was anglo-french carol singing, beautiful to hear, even if my quick scribble looks a bit miserable. How to represent music? Most of all singing? That round open mouth risks looking ridiculous. I think of some of those beautiful Renaissnace angels with their singing mouths wide open, with that special expression that sometimes comes over singers.

OK, the new category label ‘French Market Places’ is now in place. Sketches. No large paintings yet. Feeling my way into a new subject matter. Still plein-air, sur la vif. Not from photos (as of yet). The time has come to develop these into finished works. But how?

Off an tangent? Again…oh la la! I kind of do really do think feel about that thing that a landscape is as much about the people that live & shape it as the actual elements, the trees, the buildings, etc.

Painter paint.