Cubism, impressionism and surrealism forged in art creations
When I went out for a drink with an old friend at Voorburg I was a little early and standing in front of the bar looking at the Old Church (Oude Kerk or St. Martin’s Church) at Ve oorburg and was struck by the lighting from below almost setting the church ‘on fire.
A new graphite pencil drawing in the roundism series in which I experimented with deformations of body shapes with the purpose of keeping the forms as ‘open’ as possible, so all forms can breathe, flowing from one into another.
Working again with my favourite model I took bodyscapes of her and saw limbs running back on the canvas apparently deattached from the body.
Some time ago my mother and I visited the Mauritshuis at The Hague, Netherlands, in order to show the neighbor’s girl around all the goodies of Vermeer and Rembrandt.
A couple of weeks back I was going to the Jongkind exhibition at the Dordrechtse Museum at Dordrecht, Zuid-Holland, Netherlands and I decided to go on a short detour across the city which I visit almost two decades ago for the last time.
A drawing of the ‘Nieuwe Veenmolen’ (MIll ‘Nieuwe Veen’) at The Hague, a place around the corner from where I live.
I always love this jazz song and when listening to jazz doing my nudes in my apartment I made the connection all of a sudden, as I often do between visual art and music.
In this drawing I tried to play with triangles, circles and rectangulars forming the model posture. Next to this the laws of singularity as described earlier apply just very nicely.
An impressionistic view on Zierikzee, where I came for the first time.
A rather loose cubistic sketch done with colour pencils. For the 4th time in a row I used the same (indian) model. Her skin allows me to use a lot of yellow which I counterbalanced with edgy purple planes.
When I looked at the hand streched out on the bed I immedately knew what to do.
Last Sunday I had another photo shoot and drawing session with my favorite odel and after I saw back the photos there was only one plausible conclusion: There comes a time when you look at a naked woman and discover new things.
I am on track doing some new nudes with my favorite model of Indian descendance.
This depiction of Maassluis, a town near Rotterdam towards the North Sea, is somehow impressionism meets roundism.
This time I made Bettie somehow rectangular, circular and squareish, matching her perfect female forms to simplifyed geometric shapes, not loosing a hint of impressionistic feel of realism.
Returning to Bettie Page once in a while because her body was so slender and enables me to exploit my style of roundism to the max.
A commissioned piece I did for someone who loved my roundism style. She likes to do holiday trips with their favorite car, a vintage Porsche Carrera.
As I came across Delft by bike I saw the ‘Nieuwe Kerk’ bathing in sunlight and thought it to be a great opportunity to send it to heaven being a Saturnus rocket standing on a launch platform.
A second commission for the man in the title of the work. This one is done in the style from the (my) past when I liked to combine angular planes and hatched strokes.
A couple of weeks ago I came across the Tour of Rijswijk when I was on my way to Delft.
Some time ago I saw a cloud that perfectly looked like a baby elephant.
A continuation of the same image also used for the pastel drawing ‘Into the light – 15-06-17’.
A view on the Sint Janskerk from Museum Gouda at Gouda, Zuid-Holand, Netherlands.
Berlage’s kiosk (at The Hague) – 22-06-17 (sold)
The principles of singularity as defined visually by me, put on paper with regard to a view on the harbour of Vlaardingen, a town near Rotterdam, Netherlands.
In this drawing I tried to work out my (artistic) understanding of singularity.
During my lessons as a teacher I stell my students there is no end to perfection and one never can tell when a painting or drawing is finished.
The working title was ‘God is loose’ but ‘Ascension’ describes it better.
These times call for a poet that says it all.
This one represents Darja Collin, fomer wife of J. Slauerhoff, a great dutch poet and writer of the 1930s.
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