Saturday, 13 September 2014

The Art Folder - Part 2 of Some of the Things that you find when Clearing the Loft.

The Secret Garden 

I am really only posting these pictures as a way of storing them in a fashion that allows me to 'occasionally look at them.

The go to remind myself what a lousy artist I would have been had I taken up Art as a Hobby, so often recommended by a member of my family.

They include the many of doodles that I used to do in those younger days when infatuation with someone caused frequent musings with a pencil and paper.

Others are School Work which was not much praised at the time as I was always too heavy with the Paint and Pictures tended to get darker & darker as these next couple show.

 The Break In 
(or could it be Break Out?)

 Delivering the Coal 
(yes, it used to be delivered to homes in this manner)

The Refugees
(at the time of Refugees from the Hungarian Conflict, coming to the UK) 

Then I tried some colours

 Playing with Colour?

The Birthday Party.

The Foundrymen
(My father, bless him, was a Foundryman)

 Fun At The Cresta Run Coffee Bar

One of my School Mates suffering for my art.

Some of my family in sketch form 

My Mother

 My sister Denise

My sister Jeanette

Friend of the Family 'Johnny Wallace'

I seemed to produce more sketches than anything else

A Friend from School

Then there were my Music influences.

 My Favourite of the 60's , Adam Faith

 George Harrison, My favourite on Guitar
(Under Tissue Paper)

Favourite Beatle - John Lennon

Another favourite was Seductive French Singer Francoise Hardy
(she would kill me for these hopeless depictions)  

The Young Lady herself

I had another obsession with Brigitte Bardot

The real person

 Colour does not help one little bit!

 Two attempts at a Reclining Pose

The Better Version, I think

Then there were the 'Self' Portraits. In every case I did not realise that using a mirror puts everything including my Hair Parting 'The Wrong War Around'!

Probably the nearest to how I actually appeared at the time during my Beatnik phase. Grandads striped shirts and starched collars.

There were some dull periods when I had to do what I was told is Line Drawing to test my hand before my School of Architecture interview.

 This one is too sketchy for a Line Drawing, I'm told.

My Drawing Board

My Mother's Chip Pan

The Milk Pan

This will 'Date' it, Our Television Set

My Cycle Racing Cup for a 25mile Time Trial.

The Coffee Table plus Odd Items 

I must have been struggling for things to draw mixing the Scales with a Toilet Plunger.

More Odd Items from the Art Class Store

And More

Yes, This was our Kettle in those days.

And Mothers Trusty Steam Iron.

 My Fathers Philips Shaver

 Fast running out of items to use

Our Glazed Tiled Coffee Table

The next phase of my meagre attempts to draw involved trying to introduce people and animals and 'movement' . That proved not to be very successful either.

'Tigger' Hussey seated ( The horses head transferred itself from a pastel sketch.)

 Pete Muckett on the other edge of the same page.

 Hopeless Attempt

 At the Aircraft Museum

Still could not get the Perspective correct and getting heavy handed again.

During this time I took an interest in Horse Riding, blowing my ten shillings earned from my newspaper delivery job each week on a 2 hour session each Saturday morning.

 Following someone elses Horse Painting, I think.

 The Horse I used to ride and his owner Diane at Cams Hall, Hampshire (taken from a photo)

 The Cleveland Bay (taken from a picture)

   Simple Simon, another horse at Cams Hall

During Art Classes we were encouraged to try different mediums and techniques.

 The score says it all. for my poor attempt at a Car Rally Poster 

Then there was the Single Colour Lino Print where a block of brown lino was cut away and a Print taken from what was left untouched.

 The technique of using Shadow or Light

 And the 'Scraper Board' where the Indian Ink is scraped away using a pointed pen to reveal the white chalk surface.

The last of my Art Folder is a few more faces of friends and pictures taken from magazines.
I have no idea who most of them are now.

My last two are the most recent and both of the originals were given to the owners.

 My Chinese work Colleague Grace, trying to be 'The Girl with the Pearl Earing'

Another Work Colleague Harry Rea, sadly passed now, bought this 1928 Brookland Riley from Sammy Davis. (compiled from Photo images)

Then I found two more drawings that I did at School when I was dreaming about the only Motor Cycle that I may have been able to afford.

I apologise for the poor quality of these drawings as they were stored badly for the last 53 years

A Little BSA Bantam 125cc or 175cc Two Stroke converted to 'Racer' trim.

This Drawing probably should be among the Engineering Drawings but as it relates to the BSA Bantam Motor Cycle, I have parked it here.

I was reading a magazine back then extolling the virtues back then of a new Opposed Twin Cylinder Diesel Engine. In typical Schoolboy Fashion, I decided to create a 'Idea' for a similat Two stroke engine for the Bantam, never ever to be tried out.

This last offering is not really Art, but just a 'Frustration Doodle' I did in 1983 during a management meeting where my 'New Product Development' department was being criticised and '******* upon' , by a Factory Management Team who would not respect that the wishes of the 'Merchandising Internal Customers' we served, needed to be recognised and implemented.

'Operations' division = everything other than 'Merchandising & Purchasing' division .
'Product Development' department used to be part of the 'Manufacturing' division but had been transferred to sit between both divisions as a Service entity.

Interestingly, the Manufacturing Division no longer exists.

( The company name is included in the page as we were all issued with our monogrammed note pads. So be it. )

That is my Art Folder for what it is worth!


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