Showing posts with label portraits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label portraits. Show all posts
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Friday, January 08, 2010
Monday, August 25, 2008
Earlier today...
Posted by Arna:
Midday on the Bloor line. Sitting across from me, this person was doing her best to stay awake but she kept losing the battle. I wonder what she'd been doing to make her so tired at noon on this Monday morning...
Midday on the Bloor line. Sitting across from me, this person was doing her best to stay awake but she kept losing the battle. I wonder what she'd been doing to make her so tired at noon on this Monday morning...
Thursday, March 22, 2007
QuickSketchClayPortraitFun
Posted by Arna. To see more views of this piece, please click the photo and that will take you to our Flickr. Once there, please click 'all sizes' on the photo to see the larger version.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Niko...
Posted by Arna:
I did this two years ago in a sculpting class at the Toronto School Of Art. The model's name was Niko. I think I spent about four, three-hour sessions on the piece. He's just a little smaller than life size, made with Tucker's low fire white clay.
After I took this shot, I cut the head in half and hollowed it out. Then I put the head back together. He's been lying around since then, because we had no facilities to fire him. Now, I'm hoping to finally see it finished. A kind instructor at Central Technical School offered to fire him! Can't wait to see how he turns out...
I did this two years ago in a sculpting class at the Toronto School Of Art. The model's name was Niko. I think I spent about four, three-hour sessions on the piece. He's just a little smaller than life size, made with Tucker's low fire white clay.
After I took this shot, I cut the head in half and hollowed it out. Then I put the head back together. He's been lying around since then, because we had no facilities to fire him. Now, I'm hoping to finally see it finished. A kind instructor at Central Technical School offered to fire him! Can't wait to see how he turns out...
Monday, April 10, 2006
Prismacolour portraits...
Posted by John.
This first one I drew in my parents living room in the summer of '79. The T-shirt is from the Robert McLaughlin Gallery in Oshawa, where I'd worked the previous year. The image on the shirt is by the Canadian artist Dennis Burton.
This second one I drew from a photograph my dad took of my friends and I as we were clowning around at my cousin's bridal shower. At the time, we had a 'punk' band called The Clumps. We were a true punk band in that only one of us -- and it wasn't me -- knew how to play an instrument. Can anyone recognize the painting behind me?
This first one I drew in my parents living room in the summer of '79. The T-shirt is from the Robert McLaughlin Gallery in Oshawa, where I'd worked the previous year. The image on the shirt is by the Canadian artist Dennis Burton.
This second one I drew from a photograph my dad took of my friends and I as we were clowning around at my cousin's bridal shower. At the time, we had a 'punk' band called The Clumps. We were a true punk band in that only one of us -- and it wasn't me -- knew how to play an instrument. Can anyone recognize the painting behind me?
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
There's the rub...
These are two self portraits done the same summer as the previous posting, before I left for a year long trip to Florence.
I'm pretty sure I created the background texture in this first one by making a rubbing from the sidewalk in front of our house in Oshawa. Obviously, I was influenced by the drawings of Edvard Munch...
The' explosion' from the top of my head is actually a rubbing from a silver serving tray found in my parents' kitchen. If you look closely you can see the image of a tulip.
Both drawings are done with conte in a sketchbook. Posted by John.
I'm pretty sure I created the background texture in this first one by making a rubbing from the sidewalk in front of our house in Oshawa. Obviously, I was influenced by the drawings of Edvard Munch...
The' explosion' from the top of my head is actually a rubbing from a silver serving tray found in my parents' kitchen. If you look closely you can see the image of a tulip.
Both drawings are done with conte in a sketchbook. Posted by John.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
"The Sigh"...
...by Johnny van Munch, circa 1979. Prismacolour.
Not quite "The Scream." This drawing is one of a series of self-portraits I made the summer I worked at General Motors, in anticipation of spending a year painting in Florence. The setting is a bridge in Camp Samac, a short walk north of my parents' place in Oshawa. We will post more from the same sketch book over the next few days.
Not quite "The Scream." This drawing is one of a series of self-portraits I made the summer I worked at General Motors, in anticipation of spending a year painting in Florence. The setting is a bridge in Camp Samac, a short walk north of my parents' place in Oshawa. We will post more from the same sketch book over the next few days.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Eric Bruhn...and a girl's crush...
Posted by Arna:
I had a teenage crush on Eric Bruhn. He was an international ballet star and his appearances in Toronto, dancing with the National Ballet of Canada, caused a sensation. As a kid, I took ballet for several years and briefly fancied that I might become a professional dancer. I didn't have the dedication. However, learning ballet helped to sharpen my awareness of body movement, physicality and drama, which can come in handy when working in the animation biz.
Around 1984, I was doing some banking in the St. Lawrence neighbourhood of Toronto next to the National Ballet, and Eric Bruhn came into the bank. By then he was Artistic Director of the National Ballet of Canada, headquartered next door. I stared. He asked me for the time. He was smoking a cigarette. (of course it used to be legal to smoke in public places in Toronto) He stood up close, getting in my airspace. I could see the many fine lines that long-time smokers have. He wore a pale leather trench coat, long, below the knee. Faun colour. An unusual coat. I was surprised that he was smaller than I expected. He had a large head. I was thinking all these things, mentally cross-checking my in-person impression of him with my cherished teenage fantasy image, I guess. The moment passed quickly. I wanted to say how much I admired his dancing. Instead I stood stunned and told him the time.
Eric Bruhn died a few years later. His death was attributed to lung cancer.
Below is a mock poster I made, a year or so after I saw him dance in Toronto, before that meeting in the bank. As you can see in the sketch, he had a rather heroic profile. The photograph I took the likeness from was printed in the Globe and Mail. In the original photo, Mr. Bruhn was gesturing towards another dancer during a practice session at the National Ballet. I'd like to see the photo now, and compare it to this sketch.
I don't know the significance of the odd time posted on the poster. I was probably just trying to fill up the space.
Pen and brush and india ink.
I had a teenage crush on Eric Bruhn. He was an international ballet star and his appearances in Toronto, dancing with the National Ballet of Canada, caused a sensation. As a kid, I took ballet for several years and briefly fancied that I might become a professional dancer. I didn't have the dedication. However, learning ballet helped to sharpen my awareness of body movement, physicality and drama, which can come in handy when working in the animation biz.
Around 1984, I was doing some banking in the St. Lawrence neighbourhood of Toronto next to the National Ballet, and Eric Bruhn came into the bank. By then he was Artistic Director of the National Ballet of Canada, headquartered next door. I stared. He asked me for the time. He was smoking a cigarette. (of course it used to be legal to smoke in public places in Toronto) He stood up close, getting in my airspace. I could see the many fine lines that long-time smokers have. He wore a pale leather trench coat, long, below the knee. Faun colour. An unusual coat. I was surprised that he was smaller than I expected. He had a large head. I was thinking all these things, mentally cross-checking my in-person impression of him with my cherished teenage fantasy image, I guess. The moment passed quickly. I wanted to say how much I admired his dancing. Instead I stood stunned and told him the time.
Eric Bruhn died a few years later. His death was attributed to lung cancer.
Below is a mock poster I made, a year or so after I saw him dance in Toronto, before that meeting in the bank. As you can see in the sketch, he had a rather heroic profile. The photograph I took the likeness from was printed in the Globe and Mail. In the original photo, Mr. Bruhn was gesturing towards another dancer during a practice session at the National Ballet. I'd like to see the photo now, and compare it to this sketch.
I don't know the significance of the odd time posted on the poster. I was probably just trying to fill up the space.
Pen and brush and india ink.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
What Cyril will do for shortcake...
Originally, this was a throw-away drawing from a sketchbook. It felt awkward and clumsily drawn when I did it a few months ago. Then I realized that this one is more about the character and less about the drawing. ( Hey, that's my excuse for a bad drawing, what can I say!) I've added the wallpaper and shadows in photoshop. Maybe it needs a picture of Cyril's Ma and Pa on the wall behind him, dunno what the relatives look like yet...
posted by Arna
posted by Arna
Monday, January 23, 2006
costume sketches...
These are both from an earlier time. I'm posting the green woman pretty much as I painted her. For the woman in the robe, I just goofed around with some free textures from a site that Gerben Steenks recommended:
http://www.mayang.com/textures/
Thanks Gur-B, for passing on the tip! Ain't blogging grand.
(Posted by Arna)
http://www.mayang.com/textures/
Thanks Gur-B, for passing on the tip! Ain't blogging grand.
(Posted by Arna)
Monday, January 02, 2006
Saturday, December 03, 2005
revisiting the past...
We've been looking through our older drawings and paintings. Here's the first in a series of posts of things we found from our back pages.
Self portrait, watercolour by John, painted in Florence.
Self portrait, watercolour by John, painted in Florence.
Friday, November 11, 2005
lost...
A few weeks ago, I finished a torso posted earlier and had some time left over to do a quick clay sketch during the last half of sculpture class. I took some photos of the quick piece then threw it back into the clay bin. A week later, someone had fished the now broken-off head of the bust out of the bin, and stuck it like a cannibal trophy on top of a pole in the corner. It looked pretty funny. Too bad I didn't get a picture of that. Anyhow, the sculpture is now gone and here are the photos:
For those who wish to know, it was about 12 inches high. And I now like it better than the torso that I kept. (posted by Arna)
For those who wish to know, it was about 12 inches high. And I now like it better than the torso that I kept. (posted by Arna)
Monday, September 19, 2005
late night
This is pretty much what happens around our house quite a few evenings... so much to look at so much to see...
I (Arna) originally did this one for my son Max's birthday... it had a few birthday specific additions which I removed. Created in Flash.
I'll see about doing one of John so we'll have a matched set.
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