Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Crabapple for the sensei

Our Man loves Molly Crabapple's sketches. Check out her work from Guantanamo Bay too. Hmmm. Our Man fancies having a go at this politically charged sketching. Might be something or other for him to sketch in the coming month. You know, the Japanese election that Abe has just called. Yes, Our Man can tell you're as excited as he is. Shame the coronation of Abe has all the sexiness of a city council planning subcommittee. But, with the news of another election, Our Man could rerelease Guts Pose: the Diary of A Japanese Election Gone Bad. If anyone wants to relive the, er, excitement of 2012 or 13 or whenever it was.

Sunday, 16 November 2014

Uncomfortable truths

An article in the NYT by Mindy Kotler even better than this excellent illustration by Robert G. Fresson. Our Man's only quibble is that if the US thinks anyone really believes US foreign policy is based on a respect for human rights, well, he likes contemporary fiction too. Still, two wrongs don't make a right and all that.

Saturday, 15 November 2014

Nobody died

Our Man's not so happy with his latest watercolour. It's all right as far as it goes, but it doesn't go very far. And apologies for the poor attempt at kanji on the sign. Oh, sorry, remiss of Our Man, let him introduce you: this is Suzukiya, an old-style, upmarket inn and restaurant on Route 356 that Our Man passes on his way to work most days.

The sky is better than Monday's effort and Our Man is beginning to figure out how to paint trees. The downside is the sketch, though true enough to its subject, lacks a little punch. Lack of a focal point? Cold pallette? No people walking about?

Ahh, but whatever. It is what it is. Our Man might like it tomorrow, so all is good. The great thing about painting, writing and showing your arse in public is even when it sucks, nobody dies. And some deranged folk might even think it doesn't suck.

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Too many shades of grey

Picked up Our Man's dog-eared copy of Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse 5 along with the bottle of shochu after work today. And then in a Vonnegutian coincidence, noticed he was quoted in this angry rejoinder to the US legally mandated preference for the patriotically correct Veterans' Day rather than the sacred Armistice Day. Our Man likes Vonnegut.

Anyway, this here is Our man's latest. He cocked up the sky -- what was going to be a stunning wet-on-wet sunset of dazzle behind an otherwise nondescript 60s relic of an Abikan house became a trench-footian mess of mud after Our Man committed the watercolorist's worst sin of adding light tone onto dark by mistake. Still, who knew dull grey had so many constituent colours? 

So it goes.