Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 18 July 2013
Tickling cherub's backsides
We are now in the 13th day of a national heat-wave, and - it being Britain - people are starting to die because of it. We're just not used to it, you see.
H.I. has dug out this classic old, Spanish silk fan which I bought for her a few years ago - it's the sort that women used whilst sitting around watching tormented bulls die in the heat of Madrid.
Luckily, my work at the moment involves sitting around in a darkened room, tickling cherub's arses with a sable brush. Normally, I would be sweating (and dying) out in the sun, bashing away at a large piece of hard rock. I timed that nicely, didn't I?
There is only one original figure on this panel depicting 'Spring', and the rest have been brought into life by me, using the other three seasons as reference material.
Unlike H.I. who does this sort of thing for a living, I am finding it a bit of an uphill struggle, but I will get there eventually. I haven't done any painting since art-school, and I did very little even then.
What complicates the situation is that I am not only having to replicate the style of the original Georgian artist (having already spent weeks replicating the actual scagliola backing), but also the general fading and ageing of the paintwork caused by bad storage for about 200 years. Whites that were white are now slightly yellow, so I am having to use more colours than were ever used on the originals. It's a bit of a juggling exercise, as well as an artistic one.
Still, I can think of worse things to be doing in this heat.