Nineteenth
day of quarantine
We just had our second telematics painting
class.
Our teacher has uploaded a video showing
us the guidelines to keep in mind if we want to make a portrait. With great
patience he has indicated to us where the support lines must go on a face to
achieve what he calls internal structure; invisible axes that will be covered
with the painting but that form the foundations on which the work must be
propped up.
I have been finishing a work that I
started a few days ago influenced by the painting of an artist that, by chance,
I discovered on the internet: Mashiul Chowdhury. Fran, I have fallen in love
with his paintings.
Dedicated to his profession (he is a
doctor), when he has a little free time he takes his camera and his box of
paints and wanders in the streets of the cities where he lives, because «I am constantly inspired, perplexed,
curious, amused, and awed by the elements and stories of things most of us see
- and ignore - every day. The activities of human life leave traces on various
surfaces sometimes intentionally, sometimes inadvertently - but rarely does
anyone realize that such markings contain within them an abstract language that
can be rich and compelling. They are remnants of love, of pain, of disgust, of
disorder or social or political tensions. »
He has a style I would like to be like; his
painting plays with the reality and the imaginary that we all have of those
streets and he paints them resting on a palette of colours that seem to caress
each other, reaching moments of abstraction.
Otherwise just say that I think he is an
excellent drawer. As a medical professional, I am not surprised that his
anatomy exercises are impeccable not to mention his excellent photographs.
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| Second Street (influenced by Mr Chowdhury) |
Fran, promise me you won't laugh at me
when you've seen the accompanying video of Mr Chowdhury and the one I finished
today. What more would I want!
9053 deaths.
Y. a.
Mary
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