It has been a while since I wandered through the Hatert Meres (Hatertse Vennen). In 2014 to be precise. Hatert Meres 09 (2014) was my last pastel of that series but there was one I made two years earlier. When I was browsing in my maps looking for the first one I suddenly found that unfinished one. It was a draft that, how promising it was colorwise, also was a bit of a bore.
Last Saturday I came across the outer edge of the Waalsdorpervlakte. By chance I was walking down a small footpath next to the International Criminal Court at The Hague, Nethelands. Suddenly there it was, the motif I was anxiously searching for that day.
This pastel Golden Cubism – 21-02-21 is the first real cubist drawing in my Golden series. After my last pastel drawing Lakshmi – 16-02-21 I realized I only made pastels in my Roundism style. The last one in that style was ‘Golden Lilac – 07-02-21’. What if I would return to the initial form of cubism I employed back in 2014.
This pastel drawing ‘Free Floating Blue Wave Nude – 10-02-21’ is based on a previous graphite pencil drawing ‘Roundism – 19-07-16’. In my art statement to that drawing I already explained my motives to render the floating female figure in my roundism style.
One of those days. Sold something around midnight, did my regular things like website maintenance, teaching, eating and returning to my work in progress. Bullocks! Forgot my rucksack at the shopping mall. Back again, nowhere to be found. Lost: my mind, a drawing WIP and my camera. There you have it. Second half with your soul under your arm.
Estate ‘Voorlinden’ at Wassenaar, Zuid-Holland, Netherlands has become my favourite park because it holds everything dear to me: a classic mansion from the 1920s, a museum of modern art with an interesting collection and last but not least a park surrounding the main buildings of equisite quality.
A commissionary piece. The girl has natural blonde hair, alabaster skin and blue eyes. It goes without saying that it was senseless to put her in full daylight. I let her sit for me ‘contrejour’ so the light from behind would be shattered through her blonde hair like through a prisma.