Stairway to knowhere
Tarmac on a bend
Somewhere between losing my mind and finding myself I often am to be found wandering aimlessly around my local park. Not a lot of other humans to interrupt the solitude which is always a bonus.
All pictures are worthless but they are mine. © D. Archer. November 2016.
The course to sail under the same stars
in time, unfolded,
never to be ours;
is immaterial now;
at the end of the day
we both drowned.
© D. Archer. August 2016.
Man in far distance
Angry Farmer in distance
Loch obscured by tree
Water on lens!
Once again I have been lucky enough to spend some time in Scotland over the New Year and attached are just a few of the (in focus) photos that I have deemed worthy of sharing.
Even for a colour blind, ham fisted, amateur half wit photographer like myself taking photographs in Scotland is really like shooting fish in a barrel (apologies to all you vegetarians) but you put your camera on auto, point at stunning landscape and press shutter. Bingo Bongo Bob’s your auntie!
Words and Pictures © D. Archer. January 2016.
Apologies for the wonky photograph and for the wonky artwork come to think of it. More Abstracts, this time with under painting and reveal technique. Acrylic on canvas, 7″ x 5″, available to buy at £17,000,000.48
However, I am prepared to enter into a medieval bartering type arrangement. So, if you think this painting is worth a loaf of bread then send one slice per envelope per week to my home address and I will send the painting by return post when I receive the final crust.
Please include cost of return postage, I’m not made of chuffin’ money.
Words and Pictures © D. Archer. January 2016.
More fun with vectors in Adobe Illustrator. Words and Pictures © D. Archer. January 2016.
In order to raise some cash I have launched a new and exciting magazine about every available car parking space in and around South Yorkshire, cryptically entitled “Car Parking Spaces Monthly” the 700 page magazine will focus on issues concerning the modern car parking space enthusiast.
The first issue comes with a free headache and is available from – “Chest Infections Direct” – Your one stop shop for bulk phlegm!
Words and nonsense © D. Archer/ December 2015
In order to raise some cash I have gone into Star Wars merchandising and have invented this handy All-In-One artists tool that will instantly help you draw just like Ralph McQuarrie.
No more art classes!
No more life studies!
Just pick up and draw!
If you’ve ever dreamed of becoming a famous concept artist then this is the tool for you.
If you’ve ever dreamed of impressing random strangers in shops then this is the tool for you.
If you’ve ever dreamed about that man or woman that spurned your romantic advances seven years ago then this is the tool for you.
Each “Star Wars Wonder Drawing Sabre Extreme”
is glued together with love and rainbows* (actually asbestos and anthrax) and comes with its own paper* (asbestos) bag.
It weighs ONLY 19.5kg and can be used by children* (Not recommended for children).
Simply “Stab” the tool into the palm of your hand and away you go, the special coating of artist “Rust” will seep into your blood stream and you can just think drawings onto the page.
Due to a slight production error only 17 million of these tools will be produced and it is strictly available on a first come first disappointed basis.
Available from “Chest Infections Direct”; your one stop shop for bulk phlegm!
Words and Pictures © D. Archer. December 2015.
I don’t dream. I put this down to the prolonged period of insomnia that I suffered after my divorce, however, I have recently been waking up with fragments of an image that has coincided with my rekindled interest in painting.
I’m colour blind; good old fashioned Red / Green combo and this has always been a crutch to stop myself from painting. Who wants a violet sky and magenta grass? Well it turns out that plenty of people do provided the piece is well executed and within an abstract framework, and there lies the dilemma.
Painting abstracts, to me, is not about “Not being able to paint properly” or “Not having studied for X years at Art School”, it is primarily concerned with expression and partly about technique; the proportions of these two factors is what divides the opinion. I suppose the “Expression ‘v’ Technique” debate is the art world equivalent of the chicken and the egg scenario.
We live in an existential world, trees grow upwards, grass is green, sky is on top etc. To challenge these representations (visually) means to think and to think is a powerful life skill.
It is said as humans we use only 10% of our brain’s capacity and the average time spent looking at artwork in a gallery is less than 30 seconds and in that 30 seconds we make broad sweeping generalisations not only about the piece “Doesn’t look like a tree” but also about the artist “My kid could do that” so may I suggest that if your child can emote like Jackson Pollock then nurture and treasure that child beyond your earthly years for they have that rare and precious gift of independent thought.
My artwork is my own, through my eyes, echoes of my past and shaped by my hand. If this piece progresses my painterly technique that’s a bonus; If it strikes a chord with another human well that’s much better but if it hangs on my wall and engages my thoughts every time I look at it then it has achieved it’s purpose.
Abstracts are about painting the emotion not the object. If you want a picture, take a photograph.
Words and Pictures © D. Archer. December 2015
Saucy Post Card
Not many people know this but before Rembrandt Van Rijn was famous for his matchstick men and women paintings he had a nice little earner producing saucy seaside postcards.
In the olden days the pancreas was thought to be where orgasms came from.
Most people couldn’t afford to have a portrait of themselves done for Christmas or to put on a tea-towel or a mug so they would go down to the harbour and wait for Rembrandt to sail past in his boat. Rembrandt would shout out the names of famous footballers (or Soccer players if the peasants looked American) and if the person on the dockside could make a rude anagram out of the name then Rembrandt would come ashore and paint them for free.
In 1985 when Rembrandt died it was estimated that he had been dead for a lot longer.
Rembrandt loved to paint cars and in his spare time he would go to the local car park and tip paint all over the cars that were parked in the disabled bays without a blue badge.
Rembrandt was also the name of my first cat but he couldn’t paint at all he just looked at me funny when I took my trousers off.
I miss that cat.
In 1986 Rembrandt (the artist, not my cat) was still dead. My cat, Rembrandt, strangely enough died in 1987. I didn’t wear any trousers for a whole year as a mark of respect.
I spent 1988 in prison for indecent exposure and it was whilst in Prison that I learned that Rembrandt (the artist, not my cat) was also a great saxophone player and even had a chance to record an album with David Hasselhoff (HasselHoff translated directly from the German/Austrian/Bulgarian dialect actually means “Shrunken-Sperm”).
It was also around this time I was admitted to hospital for what was to be the first of many psychotic episodes. They told me that everything would be OK if I just kept taking my tablets and never ever started a blog on the internet.
Are you still reading this?
Words © D. Archer. Pictures by RVJ.