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:



1932: Everything was new once

In een vergeten hoekje van het ouderlijk huis lag een vergeelde gebundelde eerste jaargang van de Wereldrevue uit 1932, vermoedelijk een object dat al generaties lang van zolder naar zolder verhuisd is. Het magazine is een soort Dag Allemaal of Story, maar dan zonder de tv-programma’s.

Het was een fascinerende reis door de tijd en ik besefte al gauw dat alles wat nu oud lijkt ooit gloednieuw was.

Hierna volgt een kleine selectie. De foto’s zijn niet erg goed maar dat moet je er maar bijnemen. Enjoy.

The brand new motorway between Koeln and Bonn

A very glamorous female French cyclist

Trying to reach the stratosphere

Parsifal at the opera, the art deco version

Amelia Earhart was still alive and had just made a solo flight across the ocean

Entertainment did not mean Netflix and chill but strong girls and fakirs

A 1932 car alarm: tear gas

Rudolph Valentino was still in the news

Leopard leotards were still the next big thing

Badr Lama (very obscure actor) tried to imitate Rudolph Valentino

A modern office looked like this

Johnny Weissmuller had just started playing Tarzan

Dracula movies with Bela Lugosi were brand new

Cross dressing was hot

Competitors for the miss Belgium contest looked like this

And last but not least: White Zombie had just been released


Next post: Holy Blood


Day 6: Puycelsi – Zooming in

Last post of the series. This time about the fortified village of Puycelsi. We approached it on a hot day around noon and the streets were not very crowded.

We left the car in a car park at the bottom of the hill and climbed the dusty road towards the village. Must have been fun doing this in full plate armour under the scorching sun.

Through the gate we stormed the village.

Not much chance of raping and pillaging so far.

Where are the hobbits? Where is the loot?

Narrow passageway

Ooh, kitty kitty but the kitty was not pleased.

In one of the houses a choir was rehearsing for the upcoming festival so part of our tour was accompanied by classical music. Bit like in those occult demon summoning horror movies.

Chapelle Saint Jacques, once belonging to the Templars. 

Horses resting near a bar. The knights got off for a pee and an ale, I guess.

This at first sight seemingly normal quiet village housed some oddities.

Obligatory church visit while holidaying:

Colourful interior of the St Corneille church

The angel above the altar urgently needs to see a chiropractor

This painting of the crucifixion in the church is by local artist Armand Thuiller (I deducted this from the signature).  Bit odd, though. John the Baptist can’t have been present at the crucifixion (already beheaded). Did some browsing earlier today to find out more about it and it seems this is a copy of a painting by Grünewald. 

Panoramic views of a presently idyllic countryside. No crusaders in sight. On the left you can see the St. Roch chapel. There is an altar inside, some statues and the tourist office with wifi. Strange place for a tourist office. 

Outside there was a box with books offered by the local bookshop (Le temps de lire, they don’t seem to have a website, but they do have a lot of books in the shop). Plenty of mystery/conspiracy J’ai Lu paperbacks.

Two de Sèdes added to the collection

Nice picturesque view of a small alley. But wait, what’s that behind the window on the upper floor?

Oh, never mind. It’s just a skeleton.

We continued on our tour.

Another pretty house, with a closed gate and sign that says ‘Do not enter’.

Zooming in on the door:

And all the while the choir kept on chanting…


The end.



Day 7: Albi

It’s too hot to paint, even for drawing almost. The past few days I’ve been working in my sketchbook, studies for the things I am working on or will start to work on next month. It’s too hot for Caravaggio as well, so that’s for next week. Today I went to pick up a Greek dude I bought in an auction but that’s also for another time. No WIP today, let’s first finish off the last two travel posts. I’ve switched day 6 and 7 around.

On Thursday we went to Albi, known for its ridiculously big brick cathedral. It’s too hot to write large amounts of text, so mostly images hereafter.

I gave up counting the bricks

I wonder how they painted that ceiling.

Looks a bit condescending, this angel

Nothing more uplifting on your wall than a giant apocalypse

Pool party medieval style

There’s people who cuddle cats and there are those other people

Rosy cheeked angel

Saint Cecilia, patron saint of the cathedral, with some relics

Not sure what this is and what happened down there

Monster, no longer in the closet

Lady in the portal with some graffiti on her feet. I was going to write a whole rant about how people have no respect for monument nowadays until I noticed the dates on the scribblings.

There is so much love for you in my heart. Wait, I’ll tear it out, so I can show you.

See you laters, alligators

And sorry, Jesus


Day 5 (II): Penne – Masons & Mouse traps

After our visit to Cordes (see earlier post), we drove on to Penne, another small medieval village. The sight of the castle perched on the rock above the village is quite spectacular.

Again, the streets were narrow and steep so we left the car in the car park and climbed up towards the castle. Along the way we passed the St. Catherine church so we took a peek inside. Per usual, a very dark and medieval looking interior, almost a castle in itself.

The entrance to the church, photobombed by an unknown man.

The church interior

A dramatic head of Jesus and other religious paraphernalia, behind bars in one of the side chapels

Another head, this time above a door

Creative ash tray

Doll’s head in a mouse trap, quirky decoration on the door of a house, mostly interesting because I didn’t know there was a brand of mouse traps called Lucifer. 

Local hero Le terrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrible, some kind of activist and anarchist from what I gather (correct me if I’m wrong)

After paying the entrance fee (6 euros pp) we climbed even higher up towards the castle itself.

Info panel

As you can see, the castle is quite kaputt so it’s being restored

Taking a dump, medieval style

Hey, look who we got here: great great great great… uncle Charlemagne! (there is a saying all Europeans descend from Charlemagne – explains my carrot nose)

The medieval builders are part of the entertainment. They’re busy chiseling perfectly rectangular stones into less perfectly rectangular stones to repair walls.

Life before Fortnite

And with one last view of the castle, this post comes to an end: