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Wednesday update

Just a quick midweek update as I won’t have time on Sunday.

Art school: almost finished the portrait I started last year. Just need to add some finishing touches and a glaze in a few months time. Not entirely happy with it, there is much room for improvement, but, hey, that’s what art school is for. Started something new, a more contemporary triptych. We’re not supposed to share pictures of our work in the atelier so no pictures of it, sorry (or thank heavens for that).

I have uploaded some pictures of The Flagellation of Christ by Caravaggio and Michaelina’s paintings (Sanguine and MAS exhibitions – see earlier post) on separate pages. They are listed in the Expo menu. For the record, I am not going to upload pictures of every exhibition or museum I visit in the menu, just the ones that stood out.

Drew another sketch/study of Charles (It’s the last item under WIP>Burgundia). Not just there yet. Maybe just one more before wasting a panel. I could just trace or project the image, but hey, where is the fun in that? Three paintings in rotation per location is enough so no other paintings in progress than the ones already mentioned before.

And now I leave you with a medieval picture of Jason and Medea that I found on Wikimedia Commons while I was looking for something cheerful and uplifting:

 

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Back to school (or the not so golden ass)

The stock item of the tv news on the first Monday of September: Crying toddlers on their first school day.

Not sure if I’ve posted this hilarious  picture on this blog before. If not, it’s the perfect day for it. (Note that it looks like it was censored.)

“Even if you send an ass to Paris to study, it won’t return as a horse” (Pieter van der Heyden after Pieter Breugel the Elder – 1557)  – Image from Wiki somewhere

Tbh, the ass seems quite well-behaved.

 

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Varkentje wassen

Wekelijkse update. (Als het lukt, want de site is een beetje onwillig de laatste dagen en ik weet niet of het aan de hosting ligt of aan  de wifi.)

Gedaan:

Familiefeest overleefd. Schetsboek in orde gezet en er verder in gewerkt, vooral experimenten in stripstijl.

Doek met varkentje aan de kant gezet na de recentste laag verf want het wil niet drogen. De watergebaseerde olieverf laat zich blijkbaar niet makkelijk overschilderen. Ik ga nu verder werken aan drie andere al begonnen doeken die allemaal een gelijkaardig kleurenpalet hebben. Dat werkt makkelijker en de verf op het palet  (eigenlijk een stuk glas) heeft dan minder kans op te drogen tussen de lagen door, ook omdat ik met de gewone verf verderga.

Volgende week is het Bourgondische bloempottenhaarstudieweek (zie eerdere berichten). Ik heb van overal  materiaal bijeengezocht/geleend/gebedeld. Het is een hele stapel geworden die nu op de hoek van mijn werktafel ligt.

 

De portretten waarop ik me wil baseren hangen in Duitsland volgens tinternet dus die kan ik niet snel even gaan bekijken. Ik ga op hout schilderen zoals toen gangbaar was, denk ik. Er liggen nog ergens geprepareerde panelen klaar. Overschotjes van de HdH’s vele door YouTube-geïnspireerde knutselprojecten.

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Van oude menschen, de bloempotten, die voorbij gaan…

Gisteren heb ik nog wat in mijn schetsboek zitten werken aan studies van Primitieven (en op schaarsgeklede dames en zo maar daar ga ik het nu niet over hebben). Ik dacht eens een studie van een Memling te doen dus heb ik wat op het internet zoeken naar portretten. Het meest interessante was een of andere louche (pleonasme ongetwijfeld) Italiaanse bankier, ie. Tommaso Portinari .  Zijn levensverhaal is uitermate boeiend, daarom zet ik de link naar Wikipedia erbij. [Direct en indirect zijn Dante, Brugge en Karel er ook bij betrokken (zie vorige posts) maar dat is louter toeval.]

Met interessant bedoel ik dat er bij Memlings portretten vaak “iets” ontbreekt. Ik weet niet hoe ik het moet omschrijven, mojo of kazang of zoïets. Anyway, het gaat om volgende schijnheilige ragazzo:

Voor ik er uiteindelijk een portretje van een willekeurige voorbijganger uitkoos, heb ik door massa’s portretten gebladerd en dit riep toch 1 belangrijke vraag bij mij op. Kijk zelf maar eens of je het kunt ontdekken:

Al die oerlelijke bloempotkapsels….

Hadden ze nu echt geen betere coiffeurs in de Middeleeuwen?

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The Sword in the Stone – Part II: Horned and dangerous

Updated on 08/09/18

Last week I leafed through a couple illustrated versions of Orlando Furioso, not as great as the Doré one, though but still ok.  (See earlier post). I wanted to refresh my memory regarding the protagonists and conducted some cursory research.

Orlando or Roland was one of Uncle Charlemagne’s paladins (we’re speaking about 800ish). He travelled to the south of France, not to drink beers at the beach, but to beat up Saracens and some locals, which is a little frowned upon nowadays and rightly so.

Spoiler alert: he died.

“Roland’s own death was very near” – I found this 1900ish looking picture somewhere in the dark abyss of the net

Orlando or Roland also appears in Dante’s Divina Commedia (Canto XXXI of Hell or thereabouts).

In Ariosto’s very fictional tale Orlando goes completely mad after the woman he loves runs off with the Saracen Medoro (I summarise the story based on the Wikipedia page, not sure if this is correct. I had to read quite a few knight’s tales in the past but Orlando Furioso was not one of them. It’s now on my bucket list.)

Angelica and Medoro by G. Doré. Can’t blame Angelica. Medoro has really nice legs.

There are a few other knights in the tale such as Ruggiero, who rescues the chained heroine from a dragon and more trope fantasy stuff. There is also a badass female knight Bramante:

Better not mess with Bramante

Raging Roland, or – if you want – Ripped Roland

Back to the original Roland. No legendary hero is complete without some magical equipment. For Roland this was, besides his horn and his horse, an unbreakable sword called Durendal. I found two different versions of how and where he got it: either through Charlemagne or from the necromancer Maugis, who happens to be the inspiration for the name of this site.

According to legends or the internet (interchangeable), the sword Durendal ended up at Rocamadour (F), a French pilgrimage site. Three years ago we were a bit early for our holiday rental place  so we passed the few extra hours by visiting  the nearby town of Rocamadour. I took a couple pictures there and I dug them up as I wanted to see if I had accidentally photographed the sword. At the time I had no idea Durendal was supposed to be in that place so I didn’t specifically look for it. I scanned the pictures with some guidance from Wiki and guess what?

HAHAHA, found it! Unfortunately, it’s not the original sword but a fake. Who would have thought?

Anyway, the story is not finished.

Durendal was the sharpest sword in existence and unbreakable thanks to some magical accoutrements. The hilt of Durendal is said to have contained four relics (for other uses of relics, see  earlier Holy Blood post): a tooth of St. Peter, hair of St Denis, a piece of the dress of the mother of Jesus and last but not least, blood of Basil of Caesarea.

Theoretically, one could use the above recipe in order to create another magical sword. So I investigated where relics of all those people could theoretically be found today. St. Peter’s grave is in the basilica of the same name in Rome.  The tomb of Mary is in Jerusalem. Saint Denis was buried in Paris (close to where we stayed in Paris in May apparently. If I had known…). Basil’s head is in Greece, but there are other relics of him around, including a couple of his vertebrae, one of which allegedly -is kept in the same basilica as the Blood relic. Which is in Bruges.

Tip of the day: In case you want to create your own magical sword, at least you know now that the Italian job will be the easiest.

Good luck with that…

Orlando Furioso – A quick and messy affair in my sketch book