Santo Antonio da Lisboa, looking East

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Santo Antonio da Lisboa, looking East

 oil on card, 25 x 21.5 cm

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Santo Antonio da Lisboa- from above, late September

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Santo Antonio da Lisboa - from above, late September

oil on card, 22 x 17.5 cm - unavailable

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Santo Antonio, road

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Santo Antonio, road, oil on card, 22 x 24.5 cm

(picture damaged and discarded)

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Ecuador 2019- definitely this time

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Ecuador, the Rough Guide and other travel essentials

I did it. I managed to find cheap-ish tickets- it's weird but getting two returns- from from Florianopolis to Sao Paulo  and another from from Sao Paulo to Quito is considerably cheaper than one return flight from Florianopolis to Quito- even though it is with the same airline. I just have to hope there aren't delays on connecting flights. 

It is a pity that Sao Paulo is such an unpleasant city as it would be nice to break the Brazilian leg of travel somehow. 

This time the trip is about six weeks and is the longest I've ever done. That makes me a little anxious, though I don't think the difference between the five of last year is significant either psychologically or economically. One certainty is that it would be far too hot here in Florianopolis to do anything much other than sit around complaining about the heat or the influx of tourists blocking the roads with traffic jams.

I'll follow the Andean route described in the previous Ecuador post, back in September 2017. From what I hear Cuenca is an extremely agreeable city.

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A prospect across fields, Santo Antonio

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A prospect across fields, Santo Antonio

 oil on card, 19 x 23.5 cm

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New Statement and Exhibition notes for Casa do Ideias show

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These notes will accompany an exhibition of work at Ateliê Casa das Ideias, Campeche, opening on October 13, 2018:

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Statement

I'm a British painter. I travel around and paint small pictures, plein air, in oils. I studied in Scotland but have been living in Brazil for the last twelve years. 

I`m trying to make pictures that that give the satisfaction you feel when a jigsaw puzzle piece snaps into place or which have the rightness of peanut butter on buttered toast, or a few notes on the piano that sit together so well as in a piece by Debussy ...

At the same time I want to make things that show the look of a place.

And at the same time as that I want my pictures to be about how I feel at that exact point in time when I`m making the work.

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Notes

Some of the pictures here were in the BRDE show in June, but a good number have never been shown before. 

Beiramar XXV, oil on card, 2013

 

The sea is an inevitable subject for those who live on the Island of Santa Catarina.  The sentimental idea is that the sea, always in motion, can reflect our subjectivities more readily than other landscapes. 

I grew up in Aberdeen, Scotland, a city that turns it`s back on the grey North Sea- for good reason as there it is essentially hostile-  as a result I carry a prejudice against the sea, a prejudice I can`t escape even here, and which perhaps explains the tenor of the seascapes here.

Flowers, January oil on card, 2017   SOLD

The still lives are flirtations with an obvious European format, one which I come back to from time to time. Per-determined formats are hard as it is so difficult to act freely and originally within them.   

Both of mine are takes on Symbolist approaches of the 1890s, as seen in Gauguin and Redon. 

Flowers from Brazil, oil on card, 2014

I include also a dense landscape from Ratones- an essay in yellow and gold: 

Ratones, edge of a forest, oil on card, 2013

I am especially pleased to present a picture from Rome, that most splendid of cities for painting. It is one of a run depicting its fine bridges. I am very happy with the colour in this Roman picture. It's one of two pictures here taken from more distant painting expeditions- the other being from Puno in southern Peru- that unusual, if claustrophobic, city on Lake Titicaca.

Ponte Margherita, oil on card,, 2012 SOLD

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Paintings from New York and Chicago- conclusions

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Some thoughts on my trip

I enjoyed visiting the USA but, as East Africans say, I enjoyed it but not  very much.

A number of things come together for me to say that. Apropos Chicago, the flatness isn`t agreeable, The city turns itself from the lake. It has an endless grid plan which is inimical to walking. Walking matters, it`s a way of connecting with a  place, and if walking isn't agreeable or is dangerous , the city usually isn`t worth visiting.

While the food in supermarkets is excellent, cheaper food in restaurants otherwise is relentlessly awful. It isn`t even served on plates or using proper cups. The service system in restaurants - in which waiters are paid a tiny wage and essentially work for tips  - makes them both obsequious and annoying. And, of course, if someone is only working for tips, then they are unlikely to do anything that isn`t going to be paid- such as giving directions. The tipping system is dreadful because it makes people petty and mercenary. 

People look bad. Almost everyone over the age of forty in Chicago is obese. There is no sartorial distinction between adults, children men or women. They all dress horribly, like giant babies in logo festooned stretchy romper suits. The use of shining white trainers and tube socks is dreadful, especially on older people. 

Specifically,  black people I met in Chicago were friendly and pleasant. Others were so so. But few people seemed very happy. They weren't that happy in N.Y. either. Perhaps that`s why they often weren`t very personable.

There is an officious way of speaking to people in the USA, and I encountered it in many small situations at immigration and in public transport especially. And they also have a robotic way of giving have a nice day pleasantries- they have a whole series of these vacuous catchphrases- (is there a list somewhere that you are expected to learn?). I spoke to very few people as I was painting in the street in Chicago- this is unusual. New York is much friendlier despite fairly frequent experiences of it`s world-renowned rudeness. 

There is a lack, in Chicago, of the sort of idiosyncrasies that make travel amusing- people dressed in individuated ways, shops or cafes serving things which are at all surprising, or people selling curious stuff on the road (the exception being some yard sales I passed). When I was there the huge pop festival, Lolapallooza was taking place and I was struck by the huge number of identikit teenagers streaming down to the park.

Of course, much of what I have just written is obvious but almost everything about the USA is very obvious. .

The transport system in Chicago was clean, efficient and pleasant to use. The grid plan, so monotonous- is fabulously easy to navigate. The subway in NY is grim- unclean, badly signed, with few staff. 

There are fine parks in Chicago. There are nice old suburbs too. 

There is also a huge problem with violence- when I was there in the fist weekend 35 people were shot.

Frank Lloyd Wright 

I visited two Frank Lloyd Wright buildings- Robie House and Oak Park- both are far smaller than I imagined and somewhat fussily styled. Photographs of these buildings are deceptive. To see these buildings you have to go on guided tours. These are tedious and overpriced.

Pictures

Four Manhattan pochades

Working on  bigger pochades- which is something I`ve been pursuing over the last four months or so- works well with the bullying hugeness of North American urban architecture. So for that reason I might well go back. I worked very steadily, getting up early and coming home to cook dinner and watch the USA`s dismal television which consists mainly of adverts for medical products occasionally interrupted by low-intelligence programmes and news about shootings.

I took out very few different paint tubes- five or six. This makes the kit lighter to carry and easier to use. The style I am chasing is about simplicity and speed, not detail.

In West loop, building on Madison (detail)

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