Things to Think

Things to Think Think in ways you’ve never thought beforeIf the phone rings, think of it as carrying a messageLarger than anything you’ve ever heard,Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats. Think that someone may bring a bear to your door,Maybe wounded and deranged: or think that a mooseHas risen out of the lake, and…

A letter for Moran

«There is nothing more to tell. The house was empty. The company had cut off the light. They have offered to let me have it back. But I told them they could keep it.» —Samuel Beckett: Molloy

A story about immersion and subtraction

or: What I gleaned from spending 5 wonderful days painting under the supervision of Liz Hough at St. Ives School of Painting, a visual report: Becoming nature — The first step has to do with immersing oneself into what is already there; walk around, sit down, feel the wind, notice the short glimpses of bright…

Summer days

Staying at home when everyone else is on holiday makes the everyday look a little bit different. The streets are empty, and so are the supermarkets, playgrounds and schoolyards – all deserted. All is peaceful … almost forsaken. Still I’m here, doing my daily sketches, recording what is. But I’m not only sketching, peaceful days…

Art and Fear

Making art can feel dangerous and revealing. Making art is dangerous and revealing. Making art precipitates self-doubt, stirring deep waters that lay between what you know you should be, and what you fear you might be. I guess I mentioned this before, but I’ll say it again: Art and Fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards)…

A face a day

Yes! I made it! I managed to sketch a face every day for 30 days, and I am so happy! Happy because I achieved my goal, happy because I did something new in the area of sketching and drawing, going outside of my own comfort zone. I did not make any great drawings, but I…

The Art of Seeing

I am an art critic, which means I spend a lot of time looking — Breidablikk, Stavanger — seeing, watching, gazing, staring, squinting ….; trying to take in what’s really there, in front of my eyes. 30 years ago I went to study architecture for a few years. I drew a lot at this time,…

A Morning Stroll –

— Altea The name Altea comes from the Greek Altahia which means “I cure”. In the last phase of Arab domination, Altea belonged to the Taifa of Denia. It was conquered in 1244 by Jaime I of Aragón and repopulated by Christians, obtaining the status of town in 1279. The church, IGLESIA PARROQUIAL DE NUESTRA…