Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 15 August 2013
Baubles, Gee-Gaws and cherubs
John's last post which included a lady wearing a rather interesting hat, put me in mind of last year's Christmas celebrations round at the Bride and Groom's house and the novel use of decorations after a few bevvies. It also ties in rather nicely with Cro's post about giant things, and my comment about 'fun-size' things. We know how to have fun around here, albeit fun-sized fun.
Those scagliola, cherub-painted panels are coming to a satisfactory close, and not a moment too soon. About a year too late to pay the bills, actually, but it's been quite an experience.
Remember how I said I was employing H.I. to put some delicate nuances onto the details of the cherubs because this is what she does for a living? Well that's been an eye-opener as well.
It is very easy to assume that an expert can switch straight from one field to another without suffering the same difficulties as the non-expert. Poor old H.I. has been struggling just as hard as I have, and I have had to breathe over her shoulder on a few occasions to prevent her from using artistic licence on what should be a rather boring facsimile exercise. It feels harsh to forbid her to alter the shape of a hair-style or whatever, because she finds that the shape of the one I created lacks the visual interest which draws most people into one of her own paintings.
Now I think of it, her own paintings are peppered with carefully conceived abstract shapes, hidden amongst the most figurative of compositions, and I have been forced to demand that she remove some of them from my panels after she has snuck them in when my back was turned.
On her first day on the panels, having spent an hour on what I asked her to do for me, it dawned on her what a tall order this project actually is/was. "This is a bloody nightmare," she said.