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Drawing again


So good to be back, so good to draw & paint again… Even if it’s for money… (in fact, even better…)

Here there are, some of my new drawing (or paintings? still confused about the distinction…):

One early morning, at my mother in law house, it was this swallow (?) singing her heart out to the moon… I tried to catch a least a faint impression of the beauty of that dawn singing…

And yesterday, still a bit rusty with my pens & brushes, some portraits for a marriage party… the happy bride & groom… a sad gentlemen…

Copyright, 2011, Dan Iordache

My Mona Lisa


Just the drawing of a new project, “my Mona Lisa” (la Gioconda, if you prefer…) The model is Gabrielle, a beautiful young woman, with honey color hair and great complexion, smooth and slightly rose…

I publish this mostly to OBLIGE myself to finish it. Also, because it could be a testimony of the creative phases, a thing I did sometimes (photographing the “brut” variant of a painting, the successive variants…)

And it could be also the ONLY thing that will remain from this project (since I’m a lazy bum)…

Nudes 2005


Back to 2005’s portfolio…

That means also back to nudes, since 2005 was a very rich year in nudes. I’ve painted and draw them (probably I should say “it” but I love and respect them too much…) in charcoal and watercolor, in ink and acrylics…

Here are some samples…

…and another…

…and another charcoal one (technique I rarely use – it’s messy and my studio is a very little and cluttered… it’s not charcoal dust that I need; but still, I show you this in order to prove that I still know how to use it…)

The paper counts for something…


The following is my last watercolor (not a totally “pure” watercolor; I do use some acrylic inks when I do need them…)

I’m not unsatisfied with it… It represent one of Mr. Metziu’s turkeys, beautiful, bizarre birds, very capricious and to whom Mr. Metziu ( an interesting character from my Romanian past, who helped me – and many others – the ex-accountable and factotum at the old Transilvania magazine in Sibiu where I was a redactor) was totally dedicated. That wouldn’t stop him to sacrifice the superb birds in order to organize one of his famous “festivities” where usually the Archbishop of Transylvania (Mitrolpolitul Transilvanie) and many of the Sibiu intelligentsia participated… Good, rare vines and strong “tzuica” (plum brandy) helped to digest the turkeys…

I did photograph this turkey (not the usual, ordinary turkey) sometimes in the 1990 ties, at his house in Saliste (another famous – historically and culturally- place, near Sibiu, my native town). Never manage to paint it until yesterday… and I did it on Windsor & Newton watercolor 600 g paper… And it counted, no doubt! Not only it was a pleasure to work on it (and even to smell it) but the watercolor like quality of this paper really is exceptionally!   Arches, Canson, Fabriano aren’t bad at all… but I have to admit that Windsor & Newton is even better… From now on I have a new goal in life: to paint watercolors on Windsor & Newton 600 g paper…

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Pictura de mai sus este ultima mea creatie in acuarela (nu o acuarela “pura” fiindca folosesc si tusuri acrilice, cand am nevoie…)

N-as spune ca sunt total nemultzumit de ce a iesit… Personajul representat e unul din vestitzii curcani ai lui domnu’ Metziu (personaj interesant, fostul contabil al revistei Transilvania, care m-a ajutat, pe mine ca si pe multzi altzii, pe vremea cand eram redactor acolo).  Aceste pasari superbe, bizare (nu erau obisnuitul curcan ordinar) erau mandria domnului Metziu ceea ce nu-l impiedica, cand venea vremea, sa le sacrifice pentru una din vestitele lui “mese festive”. Deseori, Mitropolitul Ardealului si multzi altzi reprezentantzi ai elitei culturale a Sibiului, participau la aceste mese la care domnul Metziu se dadea peste cap sa procure vinuri rare si aromante si o tzuica veche de pruna, ca sa ajute la digerarea curcanilor…

Am fotografiat curcanul acesta prin anii 1990, odata, cand l-am vizitat la casa lui de la Saliste (alt loc vestit, istoric si cultural, din apropierea orasului meu natal, Sibiu). Pana ieri n-am apucat sa-l pictez, insa. Am facut-o pe hartie de acuarela Windsor & Newton, de 600 g. Si as spune ca a contat… Nu numai ca mi-a facut mare placere sa pictez pe aceasta hartie (ba chiar si mirosul este placut) dar am constatat ca, desi Arches, Canson si Fabriano nu-s rele deloc, totusi calitatea hartiei acesteia Windsor & newton este realmente exceptzionala. De acum inainte am un scop in viatza: sa pictez acuarele pe Windsor & Newton de 600 g!

The look of a child


Indian summer in Magog

Sometimes, in some rare and privileged moments, I can look at the world as a child. Sometimes, for a few minutes or hours (if I’m lucky) I can BE a child again. Receiving all the outside impression without any filter, without any judgement, without prejudice. The true, authentic naivity is a precious, rare thing, a thing to be preserved and cherished. Eventually, through a drawing or a painting…

Very few artists could preserve this ingenuity all their life… even the best of them, like Chagall , Utrillo or Paul Klee had their “adult” moments (Paul Klee was a rare case of a fine theoretician AND a very original, somotimes “naive” artist, having the curiosity of an infant for experimentation). Anyway, the true naivity is a rare item and quite difficult to prove. Their authenticity, the originality of an Ivan Generalic, for instance, is manifest. As it is, of course, that of Henry “Le Douanier” Rousseau, one of the greatest… In my (modest) case, naivity is rare and most of the time involuntary. Here are some samples, still from 2002 or around…

The encounter

Unlimited models


Noise etendue

Artists don’t usually lack models… there is always something to draw or to paint. I suppose that even in a prison or a mental institution (Ptiu! Ptiu!) I could find models, as long I have at least some paper and a pencil (and the guardian don’t club me on the head or give me tranquilizing shots (Ptiu! Ptiu!)… Models never were my problem… Still, sometimes, you can lack some special kind of models… Beautiful women, interesting faces, exotic places, extreme sports, movements and rare animals aren’t so easy to find if you don’t have big money and free time.

noise buste

All these you can find in movies, of course, and now, with the DVD players, you can “freeze” the image you like after having find it by your step by step button on your zipper (sorry! zapper)… Add Internet and the portable computers and you’ll have an infinity (or equivalent…) of models/images… Ten statistical lives and wouldn’t be enogh to use ALL the models you can find, even if you are kind of poor… I made these drawings in 2002 or around, using a VCR and then a DVD player as source… (The movies I used are: “Pulp Fiction” and “La Belle Noiseuse” with respectively Maria Medeiros and Emmanuelle Beart)

maria de medeiros

Genetics?


Where does come from, my “talent”, my ability to draw and paint? The capacity to quickly observe and analyse and synthesize forms and colors? I had no doubt such a “talent” is NOT only the 99% of Einstein’s sweat… There is something in my genes… Something I have inherited…

Well, I can tell you one thing, just like Van Gogh, it’s rather from my mother side than from my father’s… My mother had this “talent”, this pleasure to draw and use colors. One of my earlier memeories concerning the artistical use of colors were the hours when I “helped” my mother to do Easter cards, in colored inks on bright cardboard… I was 5-6 years old… Another “talented” member of my family was uncle Nelu, one of my mother’s brothers, the one who was a political prisoner (First, condemned to the death penalty for “treason” and “armed complot against the Popular Republic of Romania” in 1956; then his penalty was commuted to life, then to 25 years hard labor… finally, he was released in 1964 when most of the political prisoners were released…) This is one of his paintings: I bought it for 500 lei (quite a sum at the time for a student) and I still have it at my parents house, in Romania… a bit “naive” but not without a certain “charm”…

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D’ou ca me viens, mon habilité de dessiner et de peindre? La capacité q’a mon oeil d’observer, analiser et synthetiser rapidement et finement les forms et les couleurs? En ce qui me concerne, je n’ai pas de doute que ca ce N’EST PAS seulement le 99% de transpiration dont parlait Eistein… Il y a quelque chose dans mes gènes… Quelque chose que j’ai hérité des miens…

Une chose est sure et certaine: tout comme pour Van Gogh, c’est plutôt du côté de ma mère que je l’ai hérité… Ma mère, ellle, avait ce plaisir-la de dessiner, de colorier… parmi les souvenirs les plus plaisant et les plus anciens que j’ai, concernant l’utilisation “artistique” des couleurs, sont celles de moi, aidant ma mère à faire des cartes de souhait pour les Paques avec des encre coloriés brillants sur du carton… J’avais 5-6 ans… Un autre membre “talentueux” de la famille de ma mère c’est l’oncle Nelu, celui qui a été prisonier politique. En 1956, il a été condamné à mort pour “trahison” et “complot armée” contre la République Populaire de Roumanie. Après, sa peine a été commuté en prison à vie, puis à 25 années de “bagne”. Il a été libéré en 1964, comme presque tous les déténus politiques… Celui-ci est une des ses peintures. Je l’ai achété avec 500 lei (une pas mal grosse somme pour l’étudiant que j’était dans le temps…) C’est un peu naive mais pas dénuée de charme…

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De unde-mi vine “talentul” la desen si pictura? Calitatea ochiului meu de a observa, analiza si sintetiza cu rapiditate si finetze formele si culorile? sunt convins ca nu e vorba doar de 99% transpiratzie, cum spunea Einstein…E ceva genetic, ceva ce am mostenit de la parintzi…

Un lucru e sigur: ca si Van Gogh, mi-am mostenit inclinarile artistice dinspre partea maica-mii… Ea e cea caruia îi facea placere sa deseneze si sa coloreze… Una din cele mai vechi si placute amintiri ale mele se refera la orele pe care le petreceam ajutand-o pe maica-mea sa faca felicitari pentru Pasti cu tusuri colorate, stralucitoare, pe carton lucitor… Aveam poate 5-6 ani… Un alt membru al familiei maica-mii cu talent la desen a fost unchiu Nelu, condamnatul politic. Condamnat la moarte in 1956, pentru tradare si complot impotriva R.P.Române, pedepsa i-a fost apoi comutata in închisoare pe viatza, apoi 25 de ani de munca silnica. A fost eliberat in 1964, ca majoritatea prizonierilor politici. Pictura de mai jos e una de-a lui, un pic naiva dar nu lipsita de farmec… I-am cumparat pe cand eram student, cu 500 lei (ceea ce nu era putzin pe vremea aia)…

peisaj unchiu nelu