<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877</id><updated>2012-01-17T17:27:06.363Z</updated><category term='The one with Shiela&apos;s picture.'/><category term='The one with Ivan and Rita Fsadni&apos;s painting.'/><category term='The one from Leo&apos;s studio'/><category term='The one with the quick big elisabeta sketch'/><category term='The one with Peggy&apos;s serene pose'/><category term='The one with Eric crying'/><category term='The one from Old Stones New Tales'/><category term='The one with Friday&apos;s roses'/><category term='The one with the male model in Nicosia'/><category term='The one with the dreamed-up portrait'/><category term='The very quick orange one of Djoa'/><category term='The one with Titi being &quot;le penseur&quot; in colour.'/><category term='The one with the roses'/><category term='The one with me'/><category term='The one with Tracy&apos;s picture'/><category term='The one with the drawings of Lidia'/><category term='The one with linear male nude number one'/><category term='first post'/><category term='The one with Senjan&apos;s painting'/><category term='The one with Glyn&apos;s painting'/><category term='the one with the shadow on the wall'/><category term='The one with little m sleeping'/><category term='The one with  Emmeline&apos;s ruby ink study'/><category term='The one about colours and places'/><category term='The one when the pink sofa was on the set'/><category term='The one with the short pose of Djoa'/><category term='The one with Cherry&apos;s favorite'/><category term='The one with Henriette partially clothed'/><category term='The one with Pambos and Yiota.'/><category term='The one with the Djoa that Felix bought'/><category term='The one where Henriette reclines in yellow'/><category term='the one with the diagonal embrace'/><category term='the one with my first print'/><category term='The one i posted for Farhad and gave to Jane'/><category term='The one that belongs to Rachel&apos;s Mother'/><category term='The one where I drew Titi and reflection'/><category term='The one with Glyn&apos;s other painting'/><category term='the one with rotterdam studies'/><category term='The one with the blue dreamy embrace'/><category term='The one where size mattered'/><category term='The one with the pastel couple'/><category term='The one with Alberto&apos;s picture'/><category term='The one with Brigitta reaching for the sky'/><category term='The one with the Billy Joel Song'/><category term='The one with the first of WYICL'/><category term='The one with Farhad&apos;s painting'/><category term='The one with Djoa looking strong'/><category term='The one with solution.'/><category term='The one with Margaret&apos;s abstract ink painting'/><category term='The one with the imaginary kiss'/><category term='The one with Jochun&apos;s picture'/><category term='The one with two Pear +Pair prints'/><category term='The one introducing the red series..'/><category term='the one with the homage to Klimt in reverse.'/><category term='The one with studies for the ficus pods etching'/><category term='the one with Katy posing'/><category term='The one with the Gericault moment..'/><category term='The one with &quot;self portrait with model&quot; again'/><category term='The one with the first of the red-blue series'/><category term='The one with WYICL (3)'/><category term='the one I nearly forgot from the yellow series'/><category term='The one with Henriette and Frits'/><category term='The one with the older male model'/><category term='The one with Djoa  on big brown paper.'/><category term='The one with Sharon&apos;s studio warming present'/><category term='The one with the oil pastel based on Maillol'/><category term='The one with the pose by the lantern'/><category term='The one with Alberto on the pink sofa'/><category term='The one with Diana&apos;s painting'/><category term='The one that they all came from'/><category term='The one with Djoa leaning forward'/><category term='The one with Tom&apos;s picture: me drawing Titi.'/><category term='The one with the small dog'/><category term='The one with the red/blue clay study'/><category term='The one that now belongs to Soula'/><category term='The one with my first drawing of a new model'/><category term='The one with the Mackenzies visitors book'/><category term='The one with Petra&apos;s first session'/><category term='The one with Christina drawing Brigitta'/><category term='The one with Lynda&apos;s painting'/><category term='The one with the installation'/><category term='The one where Henriette and I both wore red scarves'/><category term='The one with the Maillol composition'/><category term='needlework'/><category term='The one that the model liked'/><category term='the one with the blue bedsheet'/><category term='The one where Alberto and I worked with Henriette'/><category term='The one with the large chalk kneeling couple'/><category term='The one with Gabrielle&apos;s picture.'/><category term='The one with Omeria&apos;s picture and my sketch'/><category term='The one with Pambos back view'/><category term='The one with short poses'/><category term='The one I posted for Sheri'/><category term='The one with Christine&apos;s painting'/><category term='The one with the tiny delicate embrace'/><category term='the one on crumpled paper'/><category term='The one with Titi le Penseur'/><category term='The one with the armless twisting model;  Khosia?'/><category term='The one belonging to the series with A&apos;s poses.'/><category term='The one with the ink drawing Farhad bought'/><category term='The one that Danielle has reserved...'/><category term='The one with the blue monoprint'/><category term='The one with Sharon&apos;s photo of her painting'/><category term='The one with Lorraine and Emel&apos;s Painting.'/><category term='The one with Djoa or Henriette undressing'/><category term='model and bright colours'/><category term='The one with the poem'/><category term='The one based on Cavafy&apos;s poem'/><category term='The one with the last of the women in space'/><category term='The one about erotic artist-model paintings..'/><category term='The one with Garo&apos;s picture'/><category term='The one where I liked my job'/><category term='The one where I made Henriette all yellow'/><category term='The one with alberto drawing henriette sitting'/><title type='text'>Untitled - by Jane</title><subtitle type='html'>A virtual expanding exhibition to share with family and friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2759826294580090893</id><published>2011-05-24T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:52:24.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Figure in movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-evE6_eKcZI8/TdvhqCTfYII/AAAAAAAAAqE/mgPH9jN75Fg/s1600/IMG_0912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-evE6_eKcZI8/TdvhqCTfYII/AAAAAAAAAqE/mgPH9jN75Fg/s320/IMG_0912.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movement and strength - figure study - very big - maybe 90 x 50cms - and charcoal on very heavy grammage of paper.... 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2759826294580090893?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2759826294580090893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2759826294580090893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2759826294580090893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2759826294580090893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/05/figure-in-movement.html' title='Figure in movement'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-evE6_eKcZI8/TdvhqCTfYII/AAAAAAAAAqE/mgPH9jN75Fg/s72-c/IMG_0912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-6153664864244054820</id><published>2011-05-23T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T09:52:19.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh and Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmknNBcBjPk/Tdofsrz9b_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/1IVlXgvytFI/s1600/IMG_0925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmknNBcBjPk/Tdofsrz9b_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/1IVlXgvytFI/s320/IMG_0925.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just drawing .. artist and model with reflection and flowers.. charcoal, painted ground, coloured chalk. Very big. &amp;nbsp;Very Quick. 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-6153664864244054820?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6153664864244054820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=6153664864244054820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6153664864244054820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6153664864244054820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/05/fresh-and-wild.html' title='Fresh and Wild'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmknNBcBjPk/Tdofsrz9b_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/1IVlXgvytFI/s72-c/IMG_0925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1491372187308937563</id><published>2011-05-13T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T18:43:17.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mise en Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPyE1LfywFQ/Tc1s_-g3kmI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FbqjkN-kgPI/s1600/IMG_0898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPyE1LfywFQ/Tc1s_-g3kmI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FbqjkN-kgPI/s320/IMG_0898.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say quite like this one .. which I fished out while weeding the unruly garden of my old life drawings.. so thought to blog it.. but I cannot remember who it is or when I did it or where... never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1491372187308937563?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1491372187308937563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1491372187308937563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1491372187308937563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1491372187308937563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/05/mise-en-page.html' title='Mise en Page'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BPyE1LfywFQ/Tc1s_-g3kmI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FbqjkN-kgPI/s72-c/IMG_0898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-7823681892620056366</id><published>2011-05-12T08:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:29:03.515+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong guy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Raofj4VDaRg/TcuLBhYSBwI/AAAAAAAAApw/erV9AjiZWpI/s1600/IMG_0899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Raofj4VDaRg/TcuLBhYSBwI/AAAAAAAAApw/erV9AjiZWpI/s320/IMG_0899.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shy model, clearly, but no matter.. what he obviously made us think about was mass and muscle... and given rather a short pose, ten minutes (?) I nevertheless got interested in the complexities of those huge hands and their shadows.. &amp;nbsp;a big drawing, at least A2, done in chalk pastel in 2005 in Nicosia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-7823681892620056366?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7823681892620056366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=7823681892620056366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7823681892620056366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7823681892620056366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/05/strong-guy.html' title='Strong guy..'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Raofj4VDaRg/TcuLBhYSBwI/AAAAAAAAApw/erV9AjiZWpI/s72-c/IMG_0899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2019130264559350493</id><published>2011-05-06T11:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:41:47.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memento mori?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWn31H-Z_D0/TcPOtNCOgOI/AAAAAAAAAps/KfaaB5EW4EM/s1600/IMG_0930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWn31H-Z_D0/TcPOtNCOgOI/AAAAAAAAAps/KfaaB5EW4EM/s320/IMG_0930.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diversion into a drawing from my Academy days in Brussels in which I recognise two hallmarks of that particular studio .. one is our Prof's sadistic liking for setting subjects in or in front of filthy pieces of plastic sheeting - (here delicately interpreted, I must say) and the other is the note of dissonance provided by the skeleton.. just in case we were tempted to turn it into something too pretty.. &amp;nbsp;(model with skeleton, 1998, A2 charcoal pencil on paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bientot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2019130264559350493?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2019130264559350493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2019130264559350493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2019130264559350493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2019130264559350493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/05/memento-mori.html' title='Memento mori?'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWn31H-Z_D0/TcPOtNCOgOI/AAAAAAAAAps/KfaaB5EW4EM/s72-c/IMG_0930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-217451450958988348</id><published>2011-05-05T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:42:20.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed dating ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-twIifAbjA/TcKo2h-nxYI/AAAAAAAAApo/TyVxNoxDf1s/s1600/IMG_0845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-twIifAbjA/TcKo2h-nxYI/AAAAAAAAApo/TyVxNoxDf1s/s320/IMG_0845.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare chance to do very short poses with two models - double trouble to capture visual information .. don't think .. just draw ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-217451450958988348?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/217451450958988348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=217451450958988348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/217451450958988348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/217451450958988348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/05/speed-dating.html' title='Speed dating ..'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-twIifAbjA/TcKo2h-nxYI/AAAAAAAAApo/TyVxNoxDf1s/s72-c/IMG_0845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-7205034296834493698</id><published>2011-05-05T08:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T08:54:56.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Petra 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_MkM-cgQNM/TcJWqRpNhmI/AAAAAAAAApk/4CeJJgRo_iI/s1600/IMG_0918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_MkM-cgQNM/TcJWqRpNhmI/AAAAAAAAApk/4CeJJgRo_iI/s320/IMG_0918.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same nicely curvy model as yesterday's posting, &amp;nbsp;with Alberto seen at work reflected in the mirror behind her... all that space to fill and I still chopped her foot off... (Chalk pastel on blue paper, A2, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-7205034296834493698?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7205034296834493698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=7205034296834493698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7205034296834493698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7205034296834493698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/05/petra-2.html' title='Petra 2'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_MkM-cgQNM/TcJWqRpNhmI/AAAAAAAAApk/4CeJJgRo_iI/s72-c/IMG_0918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-5906044254122592575</id><published>2011-05-04T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:09:36.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Petra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hz18k_007Js/TcEIftiQkRI/AAAAAAAAApg/13cT_ktAGXY/s1600/IMG_0878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hz18k_007Js/TcEIftiQkRI/AAAAAAAAApg/13cT_ktAGXY/s320/IMG_0878.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chalk drawing made of a pleasingly ample model with reflections in the mirror behind her showing me or one of my colleagues at work... most of my work was on the artist and model theme at the time.&lt;br /&gt;( Chalk pastel on coloured paper, A2, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bientot&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-5906044254122592575?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5906044254122592575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=5906044254122592575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5906044254122592575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5906044254122592575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/05/petra.html' title='Petra'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hz18k_007Js/TcEIftiQkRI/AAAAAAAAApg/13cT_ktAGXY/s72-c/IMG_0878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1428013167961145419</id><published>2011-03-30T11:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:09:15.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring sketches no 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5ljHXfSsE8/TZMApNBA1LI/AAAAAAAAApU/Spt6XzyDBPg/s1600/IMG_0675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5ljHXfSsE8/TZMApNBA1LI/AAAAAAAAApU/Spt6XzyDBPg/s320/IMG_0675.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very scribbly model undresses.. must have been a 30 second pose... &amp;nbsp;(ink on paper, A4 sketchbook, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1428013167961145419?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1428013167961145419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1428013167961145419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1428013167961145419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1428013167961145419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-sketches-no-9.html' title='Spring sketches no 9'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5ljHXfSsE8/TZMApNBA1LI/AAAAAAAAApU/Spt6XzyDBPg/s72-c/IMG_0675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4401825954187259048</id><published>2011-03-29T13:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T13:32:22.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring sketches no 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDMAk2u7wCs/TZHQUyuCcOI/AAAAAAAAApM/-0PLWOBWyJQ/s1600/IMG_0725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDMAk2u7wCs/TZHQUyuCcOI/AAAAAAAAApM/-0PLWOBWyJQ/s320/IMG_0725.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes with short poses we choose what to notate and what to leave out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSwO9ZQ9l8k/TZHQdw_ZjkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/IUmf_vgRuVQ/s1600/IMG_0727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSwO9ZQ9l8k/TZHQdw_ZjkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/IUmf_vgRuVQ/s320/IMG_0727.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and sometimes we try to include everything including the kitchen sink when there really isn't time.. (two short poses, chalk on sugar paper, A3, &amp;nbsp;2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4401825954187259048?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4401825954187259048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4401825954187259048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4401825954187259048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4401825954187259048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-sketches-no-8.html' title='Spring sketches no 8'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDMAk2u7wCs/TZHQUyuCcOI/AAAAAAAAApM/-0PLWOBWyJQ/s72-c/IMG_0725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-3567701264606350251</id><published>2011-03-25T08:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T08:47:36.820Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring Sketches no 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Qf8k7cOtuLw/TYxWXcqeH-I/AAAAAAAAApI/iKq-hmi9A18/s1600/IMG_0695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Qf8k7cOtuLw/TYxWXcqeH-I/AAAAAAAAApI/iKq-hmi9A18/s320/IMG_0695.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink lady .. a variety of apple.. and a minute with the model..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-3567701264606350251?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3567701264606350251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=3567701264606350251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3567701264606350251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3567701264606350251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-sketches-no-7_25.html' title='Spring Sketches no 7'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Qf8k7cOtuLw/TYxWXcqeH-I/AAAAAAAAApI/iKq-hmi9A18/s72-c/IMG_0695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-3910254999510267433</id><published>2011-03-24T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:40:42.487Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring Sketches no 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-05REI_nepUE/TYssVSEIHqI/AAAAAAAAApA/mrbnfbOcdOc/s1600/IMG_0698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-05REI_nepUE/TYssVSEIHqI/AAAAAAAAApA/mrbnfbOcdOc/s320/IMG_0698.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vrIRhGvvz9E/TYssZiFC9-I/AAAAAAAAApE/iWmahz2vQNM/s1600/IMG_0700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vrIRhGvvz9E/TYssZiFC9-I/AAAAAAAAApE/iWmahz2vQNM/s320/IMG_0700.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two short poses (A3 charcoal pencil on sugar paper 2009) were probably made in the same series and are certainly with the same model - a very characterful one, whose likeness was one of the easiest to capture. Although likeness is not the object of the exercise, (which is to observe the whole figure), it is always nice when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-3910254999510267433?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3910254999510267433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=3910254999510267433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3910254999510267433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3910254999510267433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-sketches-no-7.html' title='Spring Sketches no 7'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-05REI_nepUE/TYssVSEIHqI/AAAAAAAAApA/mrbnfbOcdOc/s72-c/IMG_0698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2502221884221196819</id><published>2011-03-23T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-23T15:11:19.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring sketches no 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lIvc9afNyjs/TYoLr9peYXI/AAAAAAAAAo8/L-3pYOWBgXk/s1600/IMG_0689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lIvc9afNyjs/TYoLr9peYXI/AAAAAAAAAo8/L-3pYOWBgXk/s320/IMG_0689.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue one. One of my favourite supports for very short poses is the sugar paper you buy in colourful blocks from toy shops for children's drawings. It has a nice rough resistance and "hooks" chalk and pastels particularly well. However it is much too absorbent for ink. Here are a few chalky white lines on a blue background. The model has a rather masculine look to her shoulders and seems solid without having a womanly voluptuousness... but I cannot really remember the session .. by the time you have spent about 700 hours in the life room you can't remember everything, &amp;nbsp;though it is surprising how much is retained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2502221884221196819?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2502221884221196819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2502221884221196819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2502221884221196819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2502221884221196819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-sketches-no-6.html' title='Spring sketches no 6'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lIvc9afNyjs/TYoLr9peYXI/AAAAAAAAAo8/L-3pYOWBgXk/s72-c/IMG_0689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-5356576433966962286</id><published>2011-03-22T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:49:31.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring sketches No 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X5h4HivVByI/TYiLN0HPagI/AAAAAAAAAow/jh6nXGlAbqY/s1600/IMG_0665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X5h4HivVByI/TYiLN0HPagI/AAAAAAAAAow/jh6nXGlAbqY/s320/IMG_0665.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NOJLNnFoEiM/TYiLT1qR5WI/AAAAAAAAAo0/F_r5vXEL3_o/s1600/IMG_0677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NOJLNnFoEiM/TYiLT1qR5WI/AAAAAAAAAo0/F_r5vXEL3_o/s320/IMG_0677.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OBNJSTELkRk/TYiLZGsuUKI/AAAAAAAAAo4/sSoHdcYfp2Y/s1600/IMG_0666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OBNJSTELkRk/TYiLZGsuUKI/AAAAAAAAAo4/sSoHdcYfp2Y/s320/IMG_0666.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line and mass... the Lamy pen I use takes an ink which is wonderfully soluble and leads to all sorts of accidental effects and colours... however it is not very lightfast. Never mind; &amp;nbsp;these sketches are in sketchbooks so they hardly fade at all. So sometimes it feels like the right thing to do to finish off the sketch with a wet brush.. or, as in one of the examples above, the side of a pencil, to add shadow or volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-5356576433966962286?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5356576433966962286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=5356576433966962286&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5356576433966962286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5356576433966962286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-sketches-no-5.html' title='Spring sketches No 5'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X5h4HivVByI/TYiLN0HPagI/AAAAAAAAAow/jh6nXGlAbqY/s72-c/IMG_0665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-661265131769373917</id><published>2011-03-21T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:55:27.501Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring Sketches No 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-d0oqm3Q41WQ/TYdXguaeHUI/AAAAAAAAAos/rN0ap72VNHU/s1600/IMG_0667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-d0oqm3Q41WQ/TYdXguaeHUI/AAAAAAAAAos/rN0ap72VNHU/s320/IMG_0667.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IeqOFdq8r_Q/TYdXUT2nx7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/hsmBuDPZECI/s1600/IMG_0664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IeqOFdq8r_Q/TYdXUT2nx7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/hsmBuDPZECI/s320/IMG_0664.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of scribbly ones.. not so much taking a line for a walk but more like taking it on a pub crawl and getting it drunk.. but I was on the orange juice myself.. &amp;nbsp;advice: don't drink and draw! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;à bientôt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-661265131769373917?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/661265131769373917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=661265131769373917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/661265131769373917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/661265131769373917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-sketches-no-4.html' title='Spring Sketches No 4'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-d0oqm3Q41WQ/TYdXguaeHUI/AAAAAAAAAos/rN0ap72VNHU/s72-c/IMG_0667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4746359545792169125</id><published>2011-03-20T10:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:19:46.320Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring Sketches No 3. Ink/line/endomorph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RAW1PO6l9Mw/TYXSUMDZwAI/AAAAAAAAAoY/rVF_rTtg2VQ/s1600/IMG_0668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RAW1PO6l9Mw/TYXSUMDZwAI/AAAAAAAAAoY/rVF_rTtg2VQ/s320/IMG_0668.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b7aax8tE-uk/TYXShgRPGyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/jtTXonr8EWY/s1600/IMG_0662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b7aax8tE-uk/TYXShgRPGyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/jtTXonr8EWY/s320/IMG_0662.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HUD8osTih9s/TYXSuq01dqI/AAAAAAAAAog/RwX8jmL0lfw/s1600/IMG_0673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HUD8osTih9s/TYXSuq01dqI/AAAAAAAAAog/RwX8jmL0lfw/s320/IMG_0673.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were all from the same series of short poses - draw, turn the page, draw, turn the page .. and above all ...... LOOK! My prof in Brussels said if you have 30 seconds look for 29 and then draw. They are never perfect so it is a good thing you can move swiftly on to the next one.. but don't suffocate the line.. the line must breathe .. that's a tough one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha .. a cheeky felt nude is peeping out from the bottom corner.. a stowaway on the Good Ship Blogspot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;à bientôt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4746359545792169125?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4746359545792169125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4746359545792169125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4746359545792169125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4746359545792169125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-sketches-no-3-inklineendomorph.html' title='Spring Sketches No 3. Ink/line/endomorph'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RAW1PO6l9Mw/TYXSUMDZwAI/AAAAAAAAAoY/rVF_rTtg2VQ/s72-c/IMG_0668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-497059852630450308</id><published>2011-03-19T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:57:35.348Z</updated><title type='text'>Further felt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6JIA_5Mgugo/TYUJqwK5IPI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CQNWByO0ysE/s1600/IMG_0679.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6JIA_5Mgugo/TYUJqwK5IPI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CQNWByO0ysE/s320/IMG_0679.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like to draw you just draw with whatever you have ... wool is quite good .. especially if you knit it or knot it a little bit first ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another contribution to Sara's birthday project..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;à bientôt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-497059852630450308?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/497059852630450308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=497059852630450308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/497059852630450308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/497059852630450308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/further-felt.html' title='Further felt'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6JIA_5Mgugo/TYUJqwK5IPI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CQNWByO0ysE/s72-c/IMG_0679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-5717011178327099794</id><published>2011-03-19T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:51:45.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Splashing about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xKlC1if_vkw/TYUIc2Bur_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/cUbssJxMPt0/s1600/IMG_0680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xKlC1if_vkw/TYUIc2Bur_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/cUbssJxMPt0/s320/IMG_0680.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Sara doesn't know that her friends are putting a project together for her 50th birthday. I have been messing around with felt today making my contributions.. it is a lot of fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;à bientôt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-5717011178327099794?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5717011178327099794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=5717011178327099794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5717011178327099794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5717011178327099794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/splashing-about.html' title='Splashing about'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xKlC1if_vkw/TYUIc2Bur_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/cUbssJxMPt0/s72-c/IMG_0680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-8330991719480863833</id><published>2011-03-19T10:39:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T10:45:13.899Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring Sketches No 2. Ink/line/endomorph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-faksicbE8GE/TYSGsjRa5oI/AAAAAAAAAoM/iJZDiuMKqXQ/s1600/IMG_0661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-faksicbE8GE/TYSGsjRa5oI/AAAAAAAAAoM/iJZDiuMKqXQ/s320/IMG_0661.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A5 size sketchbook. Calligraphy pen and a minute with the model. A satisfyingly ample one to wrap the line around. The challenge is always to create three dimensionality without recourse to shading. Especially when she is leaning over and away from my point of view. Another one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;à bientôt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-8330991719480863833?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8330991719480863833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=8330991719480863833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8330991719480863833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8330991719480863833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/inklineendomorph.html' title='Spring Sketches No 2. Ink/line/endomorph'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-faksicbE8GE/TYSGsjRa5oI/AAAAAAAAAoM/iJZDiuMKqXQ/s72-c/IMG_0661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-7385909894387268967</id><published>2011-03-18T15:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:46:04.549Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring Sketches Series No 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqblXzXHkKY/TYN4vjwWtVI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JZ2M_AA3CcA/s1600/IMG_0639.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585440721316787538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqblXzXHkKY/TYN4vjwWtVI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JZ2M_AA3CcA/s400/IMG_0639.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this sketch a while ago ... (c&lt;i&gt;ouple, ink and wash, A5 , 2005)&lt;/i&gt; My friend Sheri sent me a beautiful drawing recently and the subject reminded me so much of this one of my own.... then I thought of blogging some of these sketches while I am on the point of getting a studio and getting back down to work again.  It will help get me in the mood after too long a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an "après Rodin" moment of love. If you want to see Sheri's drawing and her wide range of lovely works made with everything from paintbrush to knitting needle visit  &lt;a href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;Everyday Louise by Sheri La...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-7385909894387268967?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7385909894387268967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=7385909894387268967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7385909894387268967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7385909894387268967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-sketches-series-no-1.html' title='Spring Sketches Series No 1'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqblXzXHkKY/TYN4vjwWtVI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JZ2M_AA3CcA/s72-c/IMG_0639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-592536028258551041</id><published>2011-02-25T14:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-25T14:12:58.550Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needlework'/><title type='text'>Little acorns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bIv0r2cDjcE/TWe2wWW6n8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/cHzENshnbyw/s1600/IMG_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bIv0r2cDjcE/TWe2wWW6n8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/cHzENshnbyw/s400/IMG_0623.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577627605273321410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to get started again .. here's a small nude fashioned in a new medium for me. I have always been a needlewoman and have long been wondering how to build a technique around that and this is a new line of experimentation. I love Tracey Emin's blankets but I didn't want to imitate them .. maybe I can find a way to do something different with this roving wool and a needle combined with other elements. Words, in particular. And needlepoint with soluble canvas, perhaps.. here we go.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am frustrated with having no studio but this can be done at home without poisoning the family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-592536028258551041?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/592536028258551041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=592536028258551041&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/592536028258551041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/592536028258551041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-acorns.html' title='Little acorns'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bIv0r2cDjcE/TWe2wWW6n8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/cHzENshnbyw/s72-c/IMG_0623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-8355562209322347530</id><published>2011-01-14T09:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-25T14:13:49.562Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needlework'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/TTAcjmPvc-I/AAAAAAAAAno/bO6PU73_vPA/s1600/PC182259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/TTAcjmPvc-I/AAAAAAAAAno/bO6PU73_vPA/s400/PC182259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561976937690133474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's resolution is to open my studio again and get back down to work.. watch this space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's stocking went to my brother, who is younger than me, but old enough to have seen the first episode of Doctor Who with those utterly terrifying Daleks. This is one of those original Daleks who now, retired from a long career of frightening children (and quite a few parents) is enjoying a harmless game in the snow and using those guns to shoot nothing more lethal than a couple of snowballs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His teddy bear is on there too - and his daughter Hannah's guinea pig.. and on the inside? Rather a lot of wine gums.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-8355562209322347530?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8355562209322347530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=8355562209322347530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8355562209322347530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8355562209322347530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/TTAcjmPvc-I/AAAAAAAAAno/bO6PU73_vPA/s72-c/PC182259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1378794291491411260</id><published>2010-01-15T09:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:25:38.207Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/S1A0Xe_q1_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/0m-wafcB1zE/s1600-h/P1062125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/S1A0Xe_q1_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/0m-wafcB1zE/s400/P1062125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426895129043195890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Christmas Stocking missed its deadline... Josephine, my stepmother, never got to hang it up on Christmas Eve and will have to wait for next year. Instead of having a slick organised Christmas I spent it in a blizzard of little bits of wool partly because in order to work in the quotation - the only reference Shakespeare ever made to Christmas  - I had to make the stocking bigger than usual.  Appropriate though, for a lady resident of Stratford on Avon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the whole passage - Marcellus to Horatio at the end of Hamlet, Act one - Scene one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:small;"&gt;    Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,&lt;br /&gt;  The bird of dawning singeth all night long:&lt;br /&gt;  And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;&lt;br /&gt;  The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,&lt;br /&gt;  No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,&lt;br /&gt;  So hallow'd and so gracious is that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1378794291491411260?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1378794291491411260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1378794291491411260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1378794291491411260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1378794291491411260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/S1A0Xe_q1_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/0m-wafcB1zE/s72-c/P1062125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-9164625140947698374</id><published>2009-02-05T14:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:20:50.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Packing roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SYrz9vuCDXI/AAAAAAAAAms/vb-0WKUleG4/s1600-h/IMG_2047-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SYrz9vuCDXI/AAAAAAAAAms/vb-0WKUleG4/s400/IMG_2047-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299316153661918578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SYrz9qAC0UI/AAAAAAAAAmk/HYgNuuYs9fw/s1600-h/P1271845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SYrz9qAC0UI/AAAAAAAAAmk/HYgNuuYs9fw/s400/P1271845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299316152126853442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes you are in the middle of things and you have to leave.... this is a piece about packing up the studio mid-series.  I always felt these rose paintings were composite elements of a larger work.. so here I find I was at least partially right.  It may not be the end of the story. I may not know for some time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-9164625140947698374?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/9164625140947698374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=9164625140947698374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/9164625140947698374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/9164625140947698374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2009/02/packing-roses.html' title='Packing roses'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SYrz9vuCDXI/AAAAAAAAAms/vb-0WKUleG4/s72-c/IMG_2047-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4886329080151751277</id><published>2009-02-04T19:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:29:34.063Z</updated><title type='text'>Self portrait in cage with open door and butterfly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SYnrdNqeDgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/lOnFpvGepIE/s1600-h/expo+jane+kika+vumc+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SYnrdNqeDgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/lOnFpvGepIE/s400/expo+jane+kika+vumc+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299025323694624258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can use a frame for a print of a self portrait but why not a cage? If you sometimes feel that you are in one it can be appropriate. But of course the door is open so it is all about choice. This is a detail from an installation I made as part of a show during January at the Goethe Insitute in Rotterdam. It was all about the effects of living from country to country on the work that I make. I will post the rest of the installation tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4886329080151751277?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4886329080151751277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4886329080151751277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4886329080151751277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4886329080151751277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-portrait-in-cage-with-open-door.html' title='Self portrait in cage with open door and butterfly..'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SYnrdNqeDgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/lOnFpvGepIE/s72-c/expo+jane+kika+vumc+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-749498114785229745</id><published>2009-01-07T19:50:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:22:21.804Z</updated><title type='text'>A new print at a new stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SWUHrQ_DgJI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DwNYanuMUyc/s1600-h/DSC02860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SWUHrQ_DgJI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DwNYanuMUyc/s400/DSC02860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288641777291722898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three delightful models!... I made a soft ground etching  - then used aquatint  - which inadvertently put paid to some of the original drawing which hadn't completely etched. Grr. Then I went over with a soft ground again and added a few lines - especially to define the dog.  Yes, its a dog. Then I totally  forgot to cover the back of the plate so that meant the plate heated up  in the acid and I etched a hilarious,unintentional, aleatoric abstract compostion on it for good measure - might print it off one day just to annoy myself.. meanwhile .. well.  This process definitely isn't spontaneous but I am slowly catching on - only experience and our mistakes can teach us of course and I am a great one for wanting to run before I can walk..&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-749498114785229745?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/749498114785229745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=749498114785229745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/749498114785229745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/749498114785229745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-print-at-new-stage.html' title='A new print at a new stage'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SWUHrQ_DgJI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DwNYanuMUyc/s72-c/DSC02860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-3043290189397121004</id><published>2008-12-26T12:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:54:15.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas Everybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SVTS6nRpi4I/AAAAAAAAAls/Qdi5NqNzADU/s1600-h/christmas+Stocking"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SVTS6nRpi4I/AAAAAAAAAls/Qdi5NqNzADU/s400/christmas+Stocking" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284080167229688706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not my usual style but I do this every Christmas. I sit down before an array of coloured wools and "paint" with them until a Christmas stocking has made itself for this year's recipient. I make it up as I go along. We were so happy to have my Mother, Betty,  with us on Christmas Day this year but I took this to the wire with the stocking finished at 2.30 in the morning and just hanging in time for Santa's boots to be almost visible descending the chimney. Most enjoyable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a  tres vite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-3043290189397121004?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3043290189397121004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=3043290189397121004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3043290189397121004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3043290189397121004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas Everybody'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SVTS6nRpi4I/AAAAAAAAAls/Qdi5NqNzADU/s72-c/christmas+Stocking' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4735595974419027308</id><published>2008-12-13T12:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:07:37.452Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping infant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SUOkwOhr6HI/AAAAAAAAAlk/QXWawXyOL0I/s1600-h/PC131707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SUOkwOhr6HI/AAAAAAAAAlk/QXWawXyOL0I/s400/PC131707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279244336648415346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My small daughter, sketched while she was asleep in 1997, aged about three months.  She was not a beautiful baby and had a blotchy face but was none the less an absorbing subject whether I was drawing her or not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4735595974419027308?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4735595974419027308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4735595974419027308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4735595974419027308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4735595974419027308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleeping-infant.html' title='Sleeping infant'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SUOkwOhr6HI/AAAAAAAAAlk/QXWawXyOL0I/s72-c/PC131707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-5717581555333809976</id><published>2008-12-09T08:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:31:28.198Z</updated><title type='text'>Scribbles and blots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/ST4p-QJhQkI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6EISjxCVhG4/s1600-h/DSC02849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/ST4p-QJhQkI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6EISjxCVhG4/s400/DSC02849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277701962788323906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a drawing I made last time I went to SKVA in Rotterdam - very free and I got the ink to keep its flow by occasionally dipping my pen in the water (n.b. I love ink;I hate pens!) and started it off by shaking a few blots onto the page,  one of which became his right nipple, albeit a a millimetre or so too low. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a tres vite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-5717581555333809976?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5717581555333809976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=5717581555333809976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5717581555333809976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5717581555333809976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/12/scribbles-and-blots.html' title='Scribbles and blots'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/ST4p-QJhQkI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6EISjxCVhG4/s72-c/DSC02849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2877948151432161839</id><published>2008-12-08T09:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:03:12.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Last one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STzufwQ7rvI/AAAAAAAAAlM/zGPBpmJVk6Q/s1600-h/DSC02830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STzufwQ7rvI/AAAAAAAAAlM/zGPBpmJVk6Q/s400/DSC02830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277355092670656242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last and smudgiest of these monoprints. I think this was a very fast one. It is always interesting afterwards  to find what I chose and notated from the scene in front of me. In this one the model becomes integrated with the foliage and objects behind her,  and,  as she leans towards me I just have time to note the back of her hand and the corrugated knuckles  before the line falls away with the curve of her lower leg... and time's up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a tres vite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2877948151432161839?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2877948151432161839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2877948151432161839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2877948151432161839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2877948151432161839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-one.html' title='Last one...'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STzufwQ7rvI/AAAAAAAAAlM/zGPBpmJVk6Q/s72-c/DSC02830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-59121045549404557</id><published>2008-12-07T14:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:07:17.782Z</updated><title type='text'>monoprints in minutes (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STvj0bpGj5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/iElmw_te6XY/s1600-h/DSC02828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STvj0bpGj5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/iElmw_te6XY/s400/DSC02828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277061878307524498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STvj0L4WPtI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_EgiXo-RedM/s1600-h/DSC02826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STvj0L4WPtI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_EgiXo-RedM/s400/DSC02826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277061874076499666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nearly the last of this series .........(monoprints, 30 x 30, 2008)  tomorrow one last smudgy little one and then, since I am preparing an exhibition next month in the Goethe Institute in Rottterdam, who knows what strange miscellany all my sifting through  and choosing will produce..&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-59121045549404557?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/59121045549404557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=59121045549404557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/59121045549404557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/59121045549404557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/12/monoprints-in-minutes-4.html' title='monoprints in minutes (4)'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STvj0bpGj5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/iElmw_te6XY/s72-c/DSC02828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2327759357841279755</id><published>2008-12-06T10:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:29:16.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Monoprints in minutes (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STpSF22zQOI/AAAAAAAAAk0/9Ck1cbCeiW8/s1600-h/DSC02832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STpSF22zQOI/AAAAAAAAAk0/9Ck1cbCeiW8/s400/DSC02832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276620173996146914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STpSF5XOhbI/AAAAAAAAAks/7ZYPKIdACCI/s1600-h/DSC02829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STpSF5XOhbI/AAAAAAAAAks/7ZYPKIdACCI/s400/DSC02829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276620174669022642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two more from the monoprint series I am serialising. I love the accidental smudgy effects that are a by-product of this medium. Remember the actual drawing is on the back -  a clean, 5b pencil drawing in a reverse image... I always prefer the print. Last examples tomorrow...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2327759357841279755?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2327759357841279755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2327759357841279755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2327759357841279755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2327759357841279755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/12/monoprints-in-minutes-3.html' title='Monoprints in minutes (3)'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STpSF22zQOI/AAAAAAAAAk0/9Ck1cbCeiW8/s72-c/DSC02832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-8759526702922628840</id><published>2008-12-05T17:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:04:14.521Z</updated><title type='text'>Monoprints in minutes (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STlrdH66KII/AAAAAAAAAkk/SS6wmI3jp9Q/s1600-h/DSC02822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STlrdH66KII/AAAAAAAAAkk/SS6wmI3jp9Q/s400/DSC02822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276366586527754370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STlrc9RecRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/2kQlsR3ujtI/s1600-h/DSC02821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STlrc9RecRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/2kQlsR3ujtI/s400/DSC02821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276366583669616914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a couple of purely linear accounts of one-minute model poses... made a few weeks ago.  Don't I make it look easy? Just try it... and these are far from perfect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-8759526702922628840?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8759526702922628840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=8759526702922628840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8759526702922628840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8759526702922628840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/12/minute-mono-prints-2.html' title='Monoprints in minutes (2)'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STlrdH66KII/AAAAAAAAAkk/SS6wmI3jp9Q/s72-c/DSC02822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1301958661108974463</id><published>2008-12-04T09:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:37:27.163Z</updated><title type='text'>Monoprints in minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STeiWih2DhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/PT5S0XXV6pY/s1600-h/DSC02819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STeiWih2DhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/PT5S0XXV6pY/s400/DSC02819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275863996597407250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STeiWScifxI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Vm8A_A88NlI/s1600-h/DSC02818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STeiWScifxI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Vm8A_A88NlI/s400/DSC02818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275863992280186642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, with models I know well, I really capture a likeness. It's not a portrait and getting a likeness is not the objective but it is quite satisfying when it happens. With this model on this occasion I was feeling her in a linear way. I was having some fun with the foliage in the background - I often feel the need for a context - even a narrative - though not always - as you will see tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1301958661108974463?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1301958661108974463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1301958661108974463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1301958661108974463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1301958661108974463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/12/monoprints-in-minutes.html' title='Monoprints in minutes'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STeiWih2DhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/PT5S0XXV6pY/s72-c/DSC02819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2222105141130442966</id><published>2008-12-02T16:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:53:25.367Z</updated><title type='text'>Roses and Ronsard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STVne8qSynI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Lu-WhE6jj8U/s1600-h/DSC02808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STVne8qSynI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Lu-WhE6jj8U/s400/DSC02808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275236319911660146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STVkKTVk5CI/AAAAAAAAAj8/hJslQLws6eE/s1600-h/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STVkKTVk5CI/AAAAAAAAAj8/hJslQLws6eE/s400/DSC02815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275232666686645282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STVkJmZwD3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Q6yFR8ibr3A/s1600-h/DSC02809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STVkJmZwD3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Q6yFR8ibr3A/s400/DSC02809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275232654624558962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STVkJIUILNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/M2E94TjRiAs/s1600-h/DSC02808.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(13, 49, 75);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;"Mignonne, allons voir si la rose, &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Qui ce matin avait desclose &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Sa robe de pourpre au soleil, &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;N'a point perdu cette vesprée &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Les plis de sa robe pourprée &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Et son teint au vôtre pareil.  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Las! voyez comme en peu d'espace, &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Mignonne, elle a, dessus la place, &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Las! Las! ses beautés laissé cheoir!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt; Ô vraiment marâtre nature, &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Puisqu'une telle fleur ne dure, &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Que du matin jusques au soir!  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Or donc, écoutez-moi, Mignonne, &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Tandis que votre âge fleuronne &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;En sa plus verte nouveauté, &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Cueillez, cueillez votre jeunesse: &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Comme à cette fleur la vieillesse &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Fera ternir votre beauté."&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;a bientot&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Jane&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2222105141130442966?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2222105141130442966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2222105141130442966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2222105141130442966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2222105141130442966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/12/roses-and-ronsard.html' title='Roses and Ronsard...'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/STVne8qSynI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Lu-WhE6jj8U/s72-c/DSC02808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-5023004428617583313</id><published>2008-10-03T13:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:02:13.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Nude studies in indigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SOYS5MhAoCI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0AEGXACEdBU/s1600-h/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SOYS5MhAoCI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0AEGXACEdBU/s400/DSC02601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252906789195784226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another recent fast sketch.. when you have only a few minutes it is all about choosing..  note this.. omit that.. mostly omit, of course..  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a biento&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-5023004428617583313?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5023004428617583313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=5023004428617583313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5023004428617583313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5023004428617583313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/10/nude-studies-in-indigo.html' title='Nude studies in indigo'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SOYS5MhAoCI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0AEGXACEdBU/s72-c/DSC02601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-9150644077512080692</id><published>2008-09-30T09:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:45:39.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies in Indigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SOHlWWjZctI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZU2fjYhh7ho/s1600-h/DSC02611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SOHlWWjZctI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZU2fjYhh7ho/s400/DSC02611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251730812664640210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SOHlLebQnbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-SuUgCW-e5w/s1600-h/DSC02599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SOHlLebQnbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-SuUgCW-e5w/s400/DSC02599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251730625799429554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even when there's only five or ten minutes to play with I rarely just notate the figure although sometimes if the muscles are good I get lost in the anatomy.  Composing with the figure in the space is where the interest lies for me and especially where there are other people working in the room to give it a slight narrative edge.  Monoprint again... approx A4.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-9150644077512080692?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/9150644077512080692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=9150644077512080692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/9150644077512080692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/9150644077512080692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/09/studies-in-indigo.html' title='Studies in Indigo'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SOHlWWjZctI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZU2fjYhh7ho/s72-c/DSC02611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1655919927247523195</id><published>2008-09-16T08:17:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:05:19.758Z</updated><title type='text'>Model in Monoprint 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SM9d8eIvyNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZhV_DTJ4kzE/s1600-h/DSC02477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SM9d8eIvyNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZhV_DTJ4kzE/s400/DSC02477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246515384373201106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A one-minuter with the reclining nude...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1655919927247523195?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1655919927247523195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1655919927247523195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1655919927247523195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1655919927247523195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/09/monoprints-and-model-2.html' title='Model in Monoprint 2'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SM9d8eIvyNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZhV_DTJ4kzE/s72-c/DSC02477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-7402363050763461544</id><published>2008-09-15T10:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:34:21.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Model in monoprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SM4qd1aV_iI/AAAAAAAAAXY/l29EQEbqp4s/s1600-h/DSC02481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SM4qd1aV_iI/AAAAAAAAAXY/l29EQEbqp4s/s400/DSC02481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246177307975351842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SM4qd4hXzxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/K3OB8VXkmT4/s1600-h/DSC02480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SM4qd4hXzxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/K3OB8VXkmT4/s400/DSC02480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246177308810137362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SM4qd92bc8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/IMEAiuZIWSU/s1600-h/DSC02489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SM4qd92bc8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/IMEAiuZIWSU/s400/DSC02489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246177310240633794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three lightening-short poses from Friday's model session which was a well-attended first gathering of the year around a model with dramatic presence.  Mindful that I will be back in the graphics studio next week I decided to break out into print medium and work in monoprint.  I get a childish pleasure from turning up the result in reverse on the back.  I was also enjoying the element of visual rhyme between the model in her cleopatra-like make up and the little buddah figure in the background. They seemed to reflect on each other.  More of these tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-7402363050763461544?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7402363050763461544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=7402363050763461544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7402363050763461544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7402363050763461544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/09/model-in-monoprint.html' title='Model in monoprint'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SM4qd1aV_iI/AAAAAAAAAXY/l29EQEbqp4s/s72-c/DSC02481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-8588249410769258641</id><published>2008-09-13T16:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:04:57.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SMvhFnVlYAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ass7pVnM84Y/s1600-h/DSC02475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SMvhFnVlYAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ass7pVnM84Y/s400/DSC02475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245533677578182658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When my friend Ruth left The Hague I threw a small party to say good bye and these roses were given to me by the guests.  When people give me roses i usually paint them and then, since they were a gift, I give the painting away.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday roses 50 x 40 cms oil on canvas 2008&lt;/span&gt;) I never try to get an exact observational drawing. I just choose the things that I want to paint from the flowers in front of me. I think there is a lot of personality in the leaves.. like a small nest of baby cobras.. the flowers have that lovely heavy floppiness that garden roses have when they open .. anyhow as an artist of the human figure I always run to this subject like a guilty lover to his mistress..  very enjoyable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-8588249410769258641?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8588249410769258641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=8588249410769258641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8588249410769258641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8588249410769258641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-roses.html' title='Birthday Roses'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SMvhFnVlYAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ass7pVnM84Y/s72-c/DSC02475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4327863283843925899</id><published>2008-07-25T09:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:41:23.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a good Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SImP-yQxQHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/SEBQSKVmTrY/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SImP-yQxQHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/SEBQSKVmTrY/s400/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226867151346942066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am off to France for the Summer to my second home in the Auvergne - a place where the internet connection is so slow that it is not worth the frustration.  So the blog resumes in September with the Autumn fruits of the Summer's productivity. A welcome return to routine. I leave you with a little sketch (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nude, reflection, artis&lt;/span&gt;t, oil on paper A3 2007) and good wishes for the Summer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4327863283843925899?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4327863283843925899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4327863283843925899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4327863283843925899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4327863283843925899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-good-summer.html' title='Have a good Summer'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SImP-yQxQHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/SEBQSKVmTrY/s72-c/DSC00705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-8909138136017448177</id><published>2008-06-09T22:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:18:46.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SE2dMPao26I/AAAAAAAAAXA/5TilVmwYPPs/s1600-h/DSC02314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209993177559784354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SE2dMPao26I/AAAAAAAAAXA/5TilVmwYPPs/s400/DSC02314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A painting I am making in the studio at Rijswijk.  To be continued... I am going off to my house in France for a week - a wonderful prospect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-8909138136017448177?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8909138136017448177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=8909138136017448177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8909138136017448177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8909138136017448177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/06/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in progress'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SE2dMPao26I/AAAAAAAAAXA/5TilVmwYPPs/s72-c/DSC02314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-517033602832434758</id><published>2008-06-06T15:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:50:58.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of Brian....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SElOpWoR6WI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bTuY9Acog4o/s1600-h/DSC02321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208780916386818402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SElOpWoR6WI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bTuY9Acog4o/s400/DSC02321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SElOqynM5jI/AAAAAAAAAW4/NZKGaH8HOBc/s1600-h/DSC02320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208780941078357554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SElOqynM5jI/AAAAAAAAAW4/NZKGaH8HOBc/s400/DSC02320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SElJq08D47I/AAAAAAAAAWo/oyT__XVMtrI/s1600-h/DSC02318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208775444144579506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SElJq08D47I/AAAAAAAAAWo/oyT__XVMtrI/s400/DSC02318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian Irvine came to Limassol with his utterly crazy jazz band and gave us a night of high energy, seriously off-beat wild sounds.. this not very typical work (&lt;em&gt;For Brian Irvine, 60 x 50 paper collage, inks, on canvas 2005&lt;/em&gt;) was made for him out of sketches I was making at high speed all the way through the concert.. it includes pencil scribbles of some of the exclamations he made along the way such as "have some Ice cream!", "Endure!" (He meant Enjoy!) and "empty space" - that is the bottom right hand corner, of course..... here is the whole image and two details... normal services will be resumed as soon as possible :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-517033602832434758?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/517033602832434758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=517033602832434758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/517033602832434758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/517033602832434758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-of-brian.html' title='Life of Brian....'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SElOpWoR6WI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bTuY9Acog4o/s72-c/DSC02321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1429453849052119277</id><published>2008-06-04T07:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:12:32.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Model with red scarf....twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SEYw0LQeg2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/DKCpP5xK4ik/s1600-h/DSC02232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207903692033786722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SEYw0LQeg2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/DKCpP5xK4ik/s400/DSC02232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two very short poses on one page with the blood-red scarf  falling through the composition and linking the figures. (Double nude study with scarf. Patel on A2 green paper. 2007) And now to Rotterdam for the last etching session of the semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1429453849052119277?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1429453849052119277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1429453849052119277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1429453849052119277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1429453849052119277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/06/model-with-red-scarftwice.html' title='Model with red scarf....twice'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SEYw0LQeg2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/DKCpP5xK4ik/s72-c/DSC02232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1283176389470816402</id><published>2008-05-31T11:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:05:57.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O(ra)n(g)e-minute pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SEEvq7Qeg1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/nfTztFnIc3s/s1600-h/DSC01890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206495058724815698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SEEvq7Qeg1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/nfTztFnIc3s/s400/DSC01890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A one-minute artist-model pose from early last year.   This is what panic drives one to scribble on to a 25 cms sq piece of indian hand-made paper in such a short time.  I am off to London for a few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1283176389470816402?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1283176389470816402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1283176389470816402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1283176389470816402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1283176389470816402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/orange-minute-pose.html' title='O(ra)n(g)e-minute pose'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SEEvq7Qeg1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/nfTztFnIc3s/s72-c/DSC01890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1551158184392676681</id><published>2008-05-30T10:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:47:20.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pambos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SD_L7bQeg0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vrowCB26ASw/s1600-h/DSC02201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206103916053168962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SD_L7bQeg0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vrowCB26ASw/s400/DSC02201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pambos reclining. (&lt;em&gt;pencil on paper, A3, 2005) &lt;/em&gt;A quick study while waiting for Koula to turn up and pose with him.  If models as good as this one grew on trees I would start a plantation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1551158184392676681?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1551158184392676681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1551158184392676681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1551158184392676681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1551158184392676681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/pambos.html' title='Pambos'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SD_L7bQeg0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vrowCB26ASw/s72-c/DSC02201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2607551260117538230</id><published>2008-05-29T13:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:18:10.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bargain Roses from Hooglvliet no 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SD6ndLQegzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RKZDdTXzcVk/s1600-h/DSC02312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205782338966815538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SD6ndLQegzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RKZDdTXzcVk/s400/DSC02312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no getting away from the compositional nuttiness of this one. But it came to me like this. These were my favorites of all the roses so far because they seemed so "pale and interesting", a sort of broken white colour with green tinges.. probably something went terribly wrong at the cultivators but I was delighted when they showed up, about a year ago. (&lt;em&gt;Bargain Roses from Hoogvliet no 3, 40 x 30 cms, oil on gauze-covered canvas 2007&lt;/em&gt;) It is not really a portrait of them but more a painting about the fatness of buds, the whitey-greenness, those rounded, shiny serated leaves which I found vaguely playful and an absence of thorns...and love, attraction, sensuality.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2607551260117538230?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2607551260117538230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2607551260117538230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2607551260117538230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2607551260117538230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/bargain-roses-from-hooglvliet-no-3.html' title='Bargain Roses from Hooglvliet no 3'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SD6ndLQegzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RKZDdTXzcVk/s72-c/DSC02312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-883614943786511823</id><published>2008-05-25T10:54:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:21:53.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bargain Roses from Hoogvliet no 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDk3nrQegyI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UHVFYzxOPrs/s1600-h/DSC02305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204251999169577762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDk3nrQegyI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UHVFYzxOPrs/s400/DSC02305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is one of my great regrets that I have no intellectual grasp of composition.  A person who knows about composition, looking at this rose painting, would no doubt tell me why the space is divided up in the wrong way, why the vase is sitting in the wrong position, the roses are arranged in an unbalanced manner etc etc. If I had known all that I could have got to it first and prevented the disaster you see here. (Bargain &lt;em&gt;Roses from Hoovliet No 5, oil on canvas 40 x 40 cms May 2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF&lt;/em&gt; it is a disaster... Because I don't know. I just felt it like this and then when my friend came and said "why don't you run the lower background continuously"  I did so because I was about to anyway and he confirmed my hunch.  Underneath the vase there is just a little more of that band of mars red, and so there should be. I think my camera was drunk so I will retake and repost the photo. Ignorance is bliss - all I know is that this flower painting is in inverted commas. It is saying: "I cannot believe this is me painting roses", and "see how every brushstroke is about a race against death to paint love".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-883614943786511823?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/883614943786511823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=883614943786511823&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/883614943786511823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/883614943786511823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/bargain-roses-from-hoogvliet-no-5.html' title='Bargain Roses from Hoogvliet no 5'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDk3nrQegyI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UHVFYzxOPrs/s72-c/DSC02305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4213848579596003907</id><published>2008-05-21T17:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:23:30.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Etching me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDRKMfU3BII/AAAAAAAAAV4/jlv8viH0MIg/s1600-h/DSC02303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202865047947641986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDRKMfU3BII/AAAAAAAAAV4/jlv8viH0MIg/s400/DSC02303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An etching on soft ground made this afternoon in Rotterdam of me wearing a big old Indian hand block- printed shirt. Sally said "why don't you wear an apron?" and I said this is it! Why not have beautiful things even as overalls? This is my kind of etching - it was in the nature of an experiment but came out quite well. In feel it is not so different from just drawing.. you put paper on top of a zinc plate covered with a soft ground. The pencil strokes are transmitted through the paper, picking up the paper texture on the way, and somewhat softening the lines. . Then the acid does its work and the plate is inked for printing..... quite a few times, if you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4213848579596003907?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4213848579596003907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4213848579596003907&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4213848579596003907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4213848579596003907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/me.html' title='Etching me'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDRKMfU3BII/AAAAAAAAAV4/jlv8viH0MIg/s72-c/DSC02303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-8133792396970905215</id><published>2008-05-20T16:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:23:53.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bargain Roses from Hoogvliet no 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDLz4PU3BHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SBcTbPJquBQ/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202488667078591602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDLz4PU3BHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SBcTbPJquBQ/s400/DSC02298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a friend who occasionally buys himself wilting bunches of cut-price flowers and brings them into the studio, If I turn up he pretends they were for me and I pretend to believe him. Then I get my own back by making paintings of them (&lt;em&gt;Bargain Roses from Hoogvliet No 4&lt;/em&gt;, oil on canvas, 40 x 40 cms May 2008) such as this affectionate little scribble from this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-8133792396970905215?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8133792396970905215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=8133792396970905215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8133792396970905215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8133792396970905215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/roses-no-4.html' title='Bargain Roses from Hoogvliet no 4'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDLz4PU3BHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SBcTbPJquBQ/s72-c/DSC02298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-3690259688615076953</id><published>2008-05-19T17:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:35:30.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeky model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDGrZ_U3BGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/39j8U1sRyDU/s1600-h/DSC02199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202127507573638242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDGrZ_U3BGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/39j8U1sRyDU/s400/DSC02199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this one is rather cheeky and makes me crazy but she is worth it.. usually.. here is five minutes-worth of her insufferable insolence (&lt;em&gt;model sketch, chalk on coloured paper, A3, 2007)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-3690259688615076953?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3690259688615076953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=3690259688615076953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3690259688615076953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3690259688615076953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheeky-model.html' title='Cheeky model'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDGrZ_U3BGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/39j8U1sRyDU/s72-c/DSC02199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1569518709137200600</id><published>2008-05-18T13:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:41:17.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDAmsvU3BFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HN61LuyuLZ4/s1600-h/45+couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201700119672980562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDAmsvU3BFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HN61LuyuLZ4/s400/45+couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How funny that I never blogged this before - a stray from the uninspiringly-named red/blue series that I made after I arrived in the Netherlands. I felt totally blocked but I wasn't really - it was just a frame of mind - at least I was making things. This has all the usual elements of the time - the shutters, the red couch (trust me, that is a red couch) the couple with pale woman and brown man, the funny disjointed still life in the foreground that is quirky and fuzzy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1569518709137200600?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1569518709137200600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1569518709137200600&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1569518709137200600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1569518709137200600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/fugituve-from-red-blue-series.html' title='Rise up'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SDAmsvU3BFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HN61LuyuLZ4/s72-c/45+couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-3304571500744465852</id><published>2008-05-14T18:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:09:09.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCso7PU3BEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8NJyBUAU-RU/s1600-h/DSC02224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200295192920785986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCso7PU3BEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8NJyBUAU-RU/s400/DSC02224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The superimposition of this 2007 nude study on a partially effaced earlier drawing, (or drawings), gives the impression of a slight, winged creature at rest in front of a domed classical-looking building with  another ghostly figure emerging in between. Memory doesn't serve.... but on finding it again I am rather drawn to the vulnerable, hunched, sleeping figure and its flame-coloured background elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-3304571500744465852?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3304571500744465852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=3304571500744465852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3304571500744465852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3304571500744465852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/fallen-angel.html' title='Fallen Angel'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCso7PU3BEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8NJyBUAU-RU/s72-c/DSC02224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-3253239651534018176</id><published>2008-05-12T12:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:22:29.762+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the last of the women in space'/><title type='text'>Woman in space - lost item..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCglafU3BDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/P3EbJM-0lyw/s1600-h/DSC02223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199446906815054898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCglafU3BDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/P3EbJM-0lyw/s400/DSC02223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lost item from the Woman in Space series, posted last October/ November,  (&lt;em&gt;Henriette, semi-draped, 30 x 30 cms, pastel on acrylic on torn paper 2007&lt;/em&gt;) in which various things were going on. Henriette was gradually removing her clothes as the sequence of two minute poses progressed, and so this must be one of the first poses. And secondly the model was placed in the space both as an excercise in simply placing the model in the space - and also in the wider sense of outer space - since most of the series had the model appearing to be alone in some lunar landscape or on another planet somehow. Maybe it mirrorred my own feelings of being lost but let us not go there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-3253239651534018176?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3253239651534018176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=3253239651534018176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3253239651534018176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3253239651534018176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/woman-in-space-lost-item.html' title='Woman in space - lost item..'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCglafU3BDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/P3EbJM-0lyw/s72-c/DSC02223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4453264605178911152</id><published>2008-05-11T08:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:47:12.757+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A supermodel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCah0_U3BCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OkRHvELyNNA/s1600-h/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199020751570011170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCah0_U3BCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OkRHvELyNNA/s400/DSC02205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCahuvU3BBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hTmZBJM9RU8/s1600-h/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199020644195828754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCahuvU3BBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hTmZBJM9RU8/s400/DSC02210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She certainly was...  in fact if she really had been a size zero I would have had to work harder to get absorbed in my subject. Look at me luxuriating in all these curves and soft round places. My colleague - depicted - was also enthusiastic. We liked the way the model was comfortable with her larger-than-average body and held rather sensual poses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4453264605178911152?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4453264605178911152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4453264605178911152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4453264605178911152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4453264605178911152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/supermodel.html' title='A supermodel.'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCah0_U3BCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OkRHvELyNNA/s72-c/DSC02205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-8519541423734445616</id><published>2008-05-09T18:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:21:39.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Models in Nicosia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCSGjyp8cII/AAAAAAAAAUw/kfjTA9SlEV4/s1600-h/DSC02233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198427819343638658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCSGjyp8cII/AAAAAAAAAUw/kfjTA9SlEV4/s400/DSC02233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Nicosia occasionally we dipped into our pockets and took two models. It was always exciting and when you are looking at two bodies interracting there is always an infinity of things to notice and notate. Here is one of the briefest poses from a session of that kind - it must be Koula and probably Pambos.. the sketch is maybe nothing special but I like the solidity and togetherness of the couple as they face away from each other. Almost as if facing an encroachment of some kind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-8519541423734445616?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8519541423734445616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=8519541423734445616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8519541423734445616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8519541423734445616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-models-in-nicosia.html' title='Two Models in Nicosia'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCSGjyp8cII/AAAAAAAAAUw/kfjTA9SlEV4/s72-c/DSC02233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-5314062280426938295</id><published>2008-05-07T07:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:05:38.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reclining nude, inclining artists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCFRTGaw36I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ivMGbNb0iDw/s1600-h/DSC02212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197524833544495010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCFRTGaw36I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ivMGbNb0iDw/s400/DSC02212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the usual elements of an observational drawing made in our studio in Rijswijk. (&lt;em&gt;Nude, chalk pastel, 50 x 70, 2007&lt;/em&gt;) The model adopts a traditional pose that can be held for an hour. The artists appear reflected in the looking glass behind her,  as do elements of her own reflection. The colours are mainly primary colours and the light is from all directions. Business as usual. Sometimes I feel like exploding a bomb in there... or setting off fireworks, lighting a fire, unleashing the fire extinguisher, uncaging a lion... we all need change.  Tomorrow a big, black, male model - that will help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-5314062280426938295?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5314062280426938295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=5314062280426938295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5314062280426938295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5314062280426938295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/reclining-nude-inclining-artists.html' title='Reclining nude, inclining artists.'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCFRTGaw36I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ivMGbNb0iDw/s72-c/DSC02212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2293748991094183101</id><published>2008-05-06T19:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:53:30.343+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the imaginary kiss'/><title type='text'>Torn from the sketchbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCCeXGaw35I/AAAAAAAAAUg/lu-sijZG3bA/s1600-h/DSC02240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197328089682599826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCCeXGaw35I/AAAAAAAAAUg/lu-sijZG3bA/s400/DSC02240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, when trying to express a moment of eroticism, anatomy is suspended and hands, arms, lips, bodies don't add up to their usual quotas of limbs and parts, don't know where they start and stop.. it's abandonment. This is a rhapsody on a kiss... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2293748991094183101?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2293748991094183101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2293748991094183101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2293748991094183101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2293748991094183101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/torn-from-sketchbook.html' title='Torn from the sketchbook'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SCCeXGaw35I/AAAAAAAAAUg/lu-sijZG3bA/s72-c/DSC02240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-445943753241428402</id><published>2008-05-05T08:25:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:54:24.727+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Brigitta reaching for the sky'/><title type='text'>Rise up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SB62qWaw34I/AAAAAAAAAUY/WAI7D9dG1aA/s1600-h/DSC02190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196791858720726914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SB62qWaw34I/AAAAAAAAAUY/WAI7D9dG1aA/s400/DSC02190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is such a large piece that I found I had to draw with big sweeping arm movements and quite fast to capture the figure in the few minutes I had. (&lt;em&gt;Figure reaching upwards: charcoal on brown paper, 120 x 50; 2006&lt;/em&gt;) I was inspired by a huge studio space that was fairly new to me and propelled me into working in this way. The ghost of the previous drawing is helping an illusion of movement although the model was standing still .. or as still as she possibly could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-445943753241428402?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/445943753241428402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=445943753241428402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/445943753241428402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/445943753241428402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-physical.html' title='Rise up!'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SB62qWaw34I/AAAAAAAAAUY/WAI7D9dG1aA/s72-c/DSC02190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-9090795062696780416</id><published>2008-05-04T09:33:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:21:43.957+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the pose by the lantern'/><title type='text'>Nude study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SB11Emaw33I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/q_hI5ELBccg/s1600-h/DSC02204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196438266948149106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SB11Emaw33I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/q_hI5ELBccg/s400/DSC02204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a quick preparatory study for a colour drawing I posted last October. I wanted to go further with it but in the end the pose turned out to be too difficult to hold for the model and he complained bitterly. But sketches like this are also works in themselves. (&lt;em&gt;Nude study, A3, charcoal pencil, 2007&lt;/em&gt;) I liked the way the screen and the lantern in the background translated into a sort of landscape..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-9090795062696780416?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/9090795062696780416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=9090795062696780416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/9090795062696780416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/9090795062696780416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/nude-study.html' title='Nude study'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SB11Emaw33I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/q_hI5ELBccg/s72-c/DSC02204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-5964761742657151934</id><published>2008-05-01T09:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:49:29.892+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with little m sleeping'/><title type='text'>Child, asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBmDAGaw32I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4ZsDIsE1c4c/s1600-h/DSC02187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195327682894684002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBmDAGaw32I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4ZsDIsE1c4c/s400/DSC02187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On a hot Summer morning in France I drew my small daughter before she woke up.  I can rather tell from the way I have drawn this that it must have been the Summer I spent reading about Egon Schiele and looking in particular at his drawings and watercolours..  i can also tell from the size of the child .. so probably 2004.  I am off to England for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-5964761742657151934?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5964761742657151934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=5964761742657151934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5964761742657151934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5964761742657151934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/05/child-asleep.html' title='Child, asleep'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBmDAGaw32I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4ZsDIsE1c4c/s72-c/DSC02187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-7305739896315391872</id><published>2008-04-30T08:15:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:03:45.760+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Titi being &quot;le penseur&quot; in colour.'/><title type='text'>Titi le penseur (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBgdXmaw3xI/AAAAAAAAATc/IGs40bm047c/s1600-h/DSC02189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194934461458865938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBgdXmaw3xI/AAAAAAAAATc/IGs40bm047c/s400/DSC02189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be drawing this model again on 9th May and I am going to be very sensitised to his head on hands poses after assessing last year's work and finding so many of them. (&lt;em&gt;nude study&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;oil colour on brown paper, 50 x 60 cms 2007&lt;/em&gt;) It certainly does make geometry with the body, as in this case where it breaks up into two squares... of course I did not think of that at the time, but was trying to catch his thoughtful mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-7305739896315391872?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7305739896315391872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=7305739896315391872&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7305739896315391872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7305739896315391872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/titi-toujours-le-pensuer.html' title='Titi le penseur (2)'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBgdXmaw3xI/AAAAAAAAATc/IGs40bm047c/s72-c/DSC02189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4256508387883155503</id><published>2008-04-29T21:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:57:35.056+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the male model in Nicosia'/><title type='text'>Man walking away from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBeJU2aw3wI/AAAAAAAAATU/2ZQr4nYKAEM/s1600-h/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194771686493314818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBeJU2aw3wI/AAAAAAAAATU/2ZQr4nYKAEM/s400/DSC02215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to be rather crowded in the Nicosia studio where one of the few life classes on the island took place on Wednesday nights. However there is a sense of space in this nude study (Charcoal on brown paper 70 x 40, charcoal 2004) which looks as though the model is walking off into a distant horizon, weighed down with uncertainty... some license must have been taken as I assure you we were practically sitting in each other's laps. Moreover the model will have been stationary rather than walking away,  although there have been many times I have made studies of models in motion: that's another story and another challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4256508387883155503?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4256508387883155503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4256508387883155503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4256508387883155503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4256508387883155503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-walking-away-from-me.html' title='Man walking away from me'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBeJU2aw3wI/AAAAAAAAATU/2ZQr4nYKAEM/s72-c/DSC02215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2104020172207580081</id><published>2008-04-28T08:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:57:26.149+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Titi le Penseur'/><title type='text'>Titi le penseur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBWBbWaw3uI/AAAAAAAAATE/JMtFy5XmWow/s1600-h/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194200052116020962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBWBbWaw3uI/AAAAAAAAATE/JMtFy5XmWow/s400/DSC02220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another sketch probably from the same day as the last posting. (&lt;em&gt;Titi le penseur; charcoal pencil on paper A3 2007&lt;/em&gt;)  It is very different in feel to the previous one but shows the same preoccupation about grabbing the essentials from a pose when there are only a few minutes to complete the drawing.  Looking back over many drawings and paintings of this model I notice he is particularly fond of posing with his chin resting on his hand like this... from certain angles it can create some interesting triangles within the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2104020172207580081?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2104020172207580081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2104020172207580081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2104020172207580081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2104020172207580081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/titi-le-penseur.html' title='Titi le penseur'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBWBbWaw3uI/AAAAAAAAATE/JMtFy5XmWow/s72-c/DSC02220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4236934247241861763</id><published>2008-04-27T13:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T13:43:22.797+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one where I drew Titi and reflection'/><title type='text'>Different model same idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBRziWaw3tI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MmVa9avmVMM/s1600-h/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193903304235605714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBRziWaw3tI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MmVa9avmVMM/s400/DSC02198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Titi, so called because of his man-boobs, (unfairly in my view), is here seen at work, (Titi, chalk on paper, A2, 2007).  I am also seen at work, a hasty 2 minutes grabbing the nugget of the situation, and his reflection in the mirror is also indicated. A typical Rijswijk moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4236934247241861763?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4236934247241861763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4236934247241861763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4236934247241861763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4236934247241861763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/different-model-same-idea.html' title='Different model same idea'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBRziWaw3tI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MmVa9avmVMM/s72-c/DSC02198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-6303938834498331025</id><published>2008-04-26T20:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:43:44.332+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one when the pink sofa was on the set'/><title type='text'>Pink Sofa no 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBOA7Waw3rI/AAAAAAAAASs/lmVZ-YfdTMo/s1600-h/DSC02185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193636552406785714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBOA7Waw3rI/AAAAAAAAASs/lmVZ-YfdTMo/s400/DSC02185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This quick large chalk drawing was made either just before or after the one posted below. The artist is headless.. possibly departing... I have tried to capture the rather bulky form of the model - and his strong presence in sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-6303938834498331025?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6303938834498331025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=6303938834498331025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6303938834498331025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6303938834498331025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/pink-sofa-no-2.html' title='Pink Sofa no 2'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBOA7Waw3rI/AAAAAAAAASs/lmVZ-YfdTMo/s72-c/DSC02185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-9188979511152734207</id><published>2008-04-25T14:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:47:08.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Alberto on the pink sofa'/><title type='text'>On the pink sofa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBHjG2aw3pI/AAAAAAAAASY/Fjc9ezIq4PM/s1600-h/DSC02181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193181552161382034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBHjG2aw3pI/AAAAAAAAASY/Fjc9ezIq4PM/s400/DSC02181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very quick and rather large sketch from about a year ago when my colleague posed for me. I was feeling the lack of male models and he turned out to be really good. (&lt;em&gt;Artist and Model - chalk on brown paper, 90 x 70 cms 2007&lt;/em&gt;) I think that this work has a slow reveal. First you see the artist in the background.. me.. then a confusion of geraniums or whatever - poinsettias if I am not wrong - and then all that scribble in the foreground turns out to be a sleeping person dissolving out through the bottom of the frame. Of course I am not in the background but looking straight at him from a couple of meters in front.. it comes from a time when the artist-model relationship was at issue in my works.. one way or another it always is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-9188979511152734207?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/9188979511152734207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=9188979511152734207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/9188979511152734207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/9188979511152734207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-pink-sofa.html' title='On the pink sofa'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBHjG2aw3pI/AAAAAAAAASY/Fjc9ezIq4PM/s72-c/DSC02181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-3939188155747838004</id><published>2008-04-20T20:58:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:57:07.143+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Lorraine and Emel&apos;s Painting.'/><title type='text'>For Pippa Bacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SAugsR6uGYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/-kKyWANxLQU/s1600-h/912small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191419678059010434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SAugsR6uGYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/-kKyWANxLQU/s400/912small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to call this technique of white ambiguous layers the "Turkish White Veil of Death" .. I was sort of joking but not any more. Hoping for the permission of its owners I rename this painting U&lt;em&gt;nder the Turkish White Veil of Love.&lt;/em&gt;.... A tiny, tiny, tiny embrace - (&lt;em&gt;watercolour, white oil paint, paper 10 x 15 cm 2005)&lt;/em&gt; to put back the clock.&lt;br /&gt;In Pippa's memory, and for us all to move on, I quote James Agee, whose words I heard movingly sung today.  Pippa desired something more like this... not the eternal black wedding night of death but a peace adventure lit by stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure on this shining night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of starmade shadows round,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kindness must watch for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This side the ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The late year lies down the north&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All is healed, all is health.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;High summer holds the earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearts all whole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure on this shining night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I weep for wonder wand'ring far alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of shadows on the stars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-3939188155747838004?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3939188155747838004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=3939188155747838004&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3939188155747838004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3939188155747838004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/under-turkish-white-veil-of-love.html' title='For Pippa Bacca'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SAugsR6uGYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/-kKyWANxLQU/s72-c/912small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-5212941697272266137</id><published>2008-04-18T11:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:45:40.899+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the older male model'/><title type='text'>Life made flesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBIYlmaw3qI/AAAAAAAAASg/YlaA4H466xg/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193240354558631586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBIYlmaw3qI/AAAAAAAAASg/YlaA4H466xg/s400/DSC02213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SAh7TuXKNgI/AAAAAAAAASI/z_z0BuqPLsk/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190534149337396738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SAh7TuXKNgI/AAAAAAAAASI/z_z0BuqPLsk/s400/DSC02177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It goes without saying that people who have lived well into middle age have long life and experience behind them with many stories to tell. They may have lost the bloom of youth but the patina of age has its own attraction. To the artist - to this one anyway - older subjects are rich indeed. Their bodies and faces tell stories. I would give half a dozen satin-skinned twenty-something models for this one .. I don't know him, or even his name, but he had a depth that made drawing him absorbing. He would have been extremely handsome at 25 but less good to draw. One can read the story of his life on the lines of his face, and body and all of them suggest subtle things to the pencil. (&lt;em&gt;Man, standing, charcoal pencil A3. 16 04 08 with apologies for the photo&lt;/em&gt;) In fact, in other studies where he was facing me, there was a danger of giving too much attention to the high level of interest in his face - craggy but fine - and still handsome actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-5212941697272266137?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5212941697272266137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=5212941697272266137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5212941697272266137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5212941697272266137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-made-flesh.html' title='Life made flesh'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SBIYlmaw3qI/AAAAAAAAASg/YlaA4H466xg/s72-c/DSC02213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1006131989260828554</id><published>2008-04-15T19:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:27:56.917+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Djoa looking strong'/><title type='text'>Mine for fifty minutes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SATx9OXKNfI/AAAAAAAAASA/eYb_1oYz1SM/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189538704767202802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SATx9OXKNfI/AAAAAAAAASA/eYb_1oYz1SM/s400/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another very big, very quick, sketch from the Artist-as-Hawk-Model-as-Prey period (&lt;em&gt;Artist and model: 100 x 130;  chalk on brown paper; 2007)&lt;/em&gt; I lurk in the background reflected. Of course I am actually right in front of her.  That's easily forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1006131989260828554?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1006131989260828554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1006131989260828554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1006131989260828554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1006131989260828554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/mine-for-fifty-minutes.html' title='Mine for fifty minutes.....'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SATx9OXKNfI/AAAAAAAAASA/eYb_1oYz1SM/s72-c/DSC00691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-5549756296032303212</id><published>2008-04-14T18:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:24:20.771+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the quick big elisabeta sketch'/><title type='text'>Model as prey. Artist as hawk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SAObjeXKNeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/K6P6lpazGy4/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189162229408871906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SAObjeXKNeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/K6P6lpazGy4/s400/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The artist's predatory gaze, the menacing background elements, the violence of simplistic colours, the huge format size and the scribbly speed of execution all add up to a kind of menacing  of the model. At the time (&lt;em&gt;Elizabeta&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;chalk pastel on canvas&lt;/em&gt; (I know, I know, I must be mad) &lt;em&gt;100 x 120, 2007&lt;/em&gt;) I was really questioning what we were doing all standing around our easels with a naked person in front of us. At the Academy I never questioned the innocence of the practice.  But last year the complex questions circulating in my mind resolved themselves into a kind of violence for a while. Artist as hawk. Model as prey. Strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-5549756296032303212?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5549756296032303212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=5549756296032303212&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5549756296032303212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5549756296032303212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/model-as-prey-artist-as-hawk.html' title='Model as prey. Artist as hawk.'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SAObjeXKNeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/K6P6lpazGy4/s72-c/DSC01031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-3659696081406552352</id><published>2008-04-12T12:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:26:49.124+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the large chalk kneeling couple'/><title type='text'>Tunnel of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SACbOJfw--I/AAAAAAAAARo/rJaeFJY0P1E/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188317438100437986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SACbOJfw--I/AAAAAAAAARo/rJaeFJY0P1E/s400/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No light at the end of this one it seems. Its a very big chalk work on brown paper (&lt;em&gt;couple&lt;/em&gt;, chalk on brown paper 150 x 90, 2006) coming from the end of a roll begged from a paper factory in Limmassol.. I just made it up,  based on some vague but insistent memory of a work by Picasso ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-3659696081406552352?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3659696081406552352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=3659696081406552352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3659696081406552352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3659696081406552352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/tunnel-of-love.html' title='Tunnel of love'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SACbOJfw--I/AAAAAAAAARo/rJaeFJY0P1E/s72-c/DSC00461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-5591146866565682600</id><published>2008-04-10T14:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:01:41.284+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one with rotterdam studies'/><title type='text'>Model in Rotterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R_4cwZfw-9I/AAAAAAAAARg/g8ZKRp0t2uw/s1600-h/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187615438580808658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R_4cwZfw-9I/AAAAAAAAARg/g8ZKRp0t2uw/s400/DSC02162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R_4brpfw-8I/AAAAAAAAARY/Qpcz9CaeBPQ/s1600-h/DSC02160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187614257464802242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R_4brpfw-8I/AAAAAAAAARY/Qpcz9CaeBPQ/s400/DSC02160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting back into training after three weeks away - a couple of quick model studies made yesterday. I was trying some new chalks - the waxy quality of the one I used for the sitting pose appealed to me wheras the smudginess of the conte crayons in the recumbant pose didn't really go my way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tres vite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-5591146866565682600?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5591146866565682600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=5591146866565682600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5591146866565682600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5591146866565682600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/04/model-in-rotterdam.html' title='Model in Rotterdam'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R_4cwZfw-9I/AAAAAAAAARg/g8ZKRp0t2uw/s72-c/DSC02162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-3000873299561043108</id><published>2008-03-14T20:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:11:30.646Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one I nearly forgot from the yellow series'/><title type='text'>Before I forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9rngvBlVMI/AAAAAAAAARI/1BKLVEQLtiY/s1600-h/yellow62006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177705271180743874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9rngvBlVMI/AAAAAAAAARI/1BKLVEQLtiY/s400/yellow62006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is quite big - probably 120 x 100 cms - and was made in an hour with Henriette and the artist - me - looking rather thin in the reflection,  painting. It belonged to the 2007 artist and model (yellow) series (posts&lt;em&gt; passim&lt;/em&gt;) which was a time when I was working big in a very very very big space.  I am still in the big space but tragically have stopped noticing the inspiring spaciousness. Technically this piece is nuts and that is probably why I never blogged it before. But I feel I must, for the sake of completeness and affection. And because I need to remember the reason I adored the space in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-3000873299561043108?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3000873299561043108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=3000873299561043108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3000873299561043108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3000873299561043108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I forget'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9rngvBlVMI/AAAAAAAAARI/1BKLVEQLtiY/s72-c/yellow62006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4558127968776991681</id><published>2008-03-13T14:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:27:48.039Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one with the diagonal embrace'/><title type='text'>Unsigned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9k2bfBlVJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iUaBL2uI4lY/s1600-h/DSC02046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177229092451603602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9k2bfBlVJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iUaBL2uI4lY/s400/DSC02046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ink?!  - all I can say is when God created the squid it was with me in mind. You may use what emanates from a squid it to flavour your pasta if you like, but I would rather fill my pen with it.. or whatever derivative of it I am using. This embrace (ink on paper 15 x 24 cms approx 2005) has an intensity but it also has a few infelicities which I think I may be able to recitfy. So I just thought I would blog it now in case I ruin it in the process... and so that that the squid did not die in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4558127968776991681?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4558127968776991681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4558127968776991681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4558127968776991681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4558127968776991681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/unsigned.html' title='Unsigned...'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9k2bfBlVJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/iUaBL2uI4lY/s72-c/DSC02046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-8378809775337032926</id><published>2008-03-12T18:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:38:02.297Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Eric crying'/><title type='text'>Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9gcyfBlVII/AAAAAAAAAQo/QwR-6QOnrfI/s1600-h/DSC02044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176919425309561986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9gcyfBlVII/AAAAAAAAAQo/QwR-6QOnrfI/s400/DSC02044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric was pretending to cry. (charcoal pencil; A4, 1998) Usually he posed nude or in a turban and/or sarong. Sometimes he stuck pins in himself or adopted excruciatingly difficult poses to test himself. This made a tension that excited everyone in the studio. Being a buddhist monk he believed in mind over matter.  At the same time he communicated how it felt to be him during these ten minutes and we all shared his total absorption which is transparent in this drawing. I wanted to blog an aquatint today but it was a disaster. Sometimes it is good to look back into the past in order to go forwards...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-8378809775337032926?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8378809775337032926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=8378809775337032926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8378809775337032926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8378809775337032926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/eric.html' title='Eric'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9gcyfBlVII/AAAAAAAAAQo/QwR-6QOnrfI/s72-c/DSC02044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-8141474542243639751</id><published>2008-03-11T19:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:13:32.094Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one on crumpled paper'/><title type='text'>Line line line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9bZG_BlVHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/n8s9dYnyLgA/s1600-h/artist+model+pastels+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176563535729480818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9bZG_BlVHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/n8s9dYnyLgA/s400/artist+model+pastels+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thirty seconds contemplating a figure.. or maybe two.. aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-8141474542243639751?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8141474542243639751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=8141474542243639751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8141474542243639751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8141474542243639751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/line-line-line.html' title='Line line line'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9bZG_BlVHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/n8s9dYnyLgA/s72-c/artist+model+pastels+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-6761109191726361315</id><published>2008-03-10T10:49:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:38:54.899Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one with the homage to Klimt in reverse.'/><title type='text'>Blind monoprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9UTnPBlVGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XHgOLt97pT8/s1600-h/DSC02033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176064911501251682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9UTnPBlVGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XHgOLt97pT8/s400/DSC02033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very impulsive retrieval of something inside. (&lt;em&gt;Untitled&lt;/em&gt;. approx 24x30 cms. monoprint 2006) How? A thin smearing of indigo oil paint on glass, a layer of paper and 30 seconds trusting my line with the wrong end of a paintbrush...  Then my chinese seal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-6761109191726361315?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6761109191726361315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=6761109191726361315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6761109191726361315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6761109191726361315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/monoprint.html' title='Blind monoprint'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9UTnPBlVGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XHgOLt97pT8/s72-c/DSC02033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2555907876647810624</id><published>2008-03-08T09:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T09:34:31.249Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one from Leo&apos;s studio'/><title type='text'>Drawing by the line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9JcMfBlVEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/YSbJdOYtlpw/s1600-h/DSC02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175300291358446658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9JcMfBlVEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/YSbJdOYtlpw/s400/DSC02019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9JbkPBlVDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/eIbwT78eXyg/s1600-h/DSC02018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175299599868711986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9JbkPBlVDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/eIbwT78eXyg/s400/DSC02018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A graceful pose held by our model in Rotterdam on Wednesday. (Model Study. Sanguine on 110 grm cartridge paper. 2008) As you can see, she moved so much, especially her hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I was obliged to make a second drawing from the same pose. Management of model fidgeting is part of the job, so I don't complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2555907876647810624?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2555907876647810624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2555907876647810624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2555907876647810624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2555907876647810624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/drawing-by-line.html' title='Drawing by the line'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R9JcMfBlVEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/YSbJdOYtlpw/s72-c/DSC02019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1572670505005066240</id><published>2008-03-05T21:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:56:58.183Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one that they all came from'/><title type='text'>Sketch for Ghosts of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R88VQYISJiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Ch8CETIjqFE/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174377867971274274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R88VQYISJiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Ch8CETIjqFE/s400/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not a great photo but it shows the first working-out of the composition I blogged over the last two days.. (Cavafy No 1. &lt;em&gt;chalk pastel and pencil on canvas&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;50 x 60cms 2005&lt;/em&gt;.) I know, I know... what kind of a technique is that! But I remember coming home late one night and grabbing the nearest materials and making this scribbly erotic thing in fifteen minutes which gave rise to so many other works. Enough of this nostalgia.. Tomorrow something very recent - made this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1572670505005066240?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1572670505005066240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1572670505005066240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1572670505005066240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1572670505005066240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/sketch-for-ghosts-of-love.html' title='Sketch for Ghosts of Love'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R88VQYISJiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Ch8CETIjqFE/s72-c/DSC02020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4675759502977692126</id><published>2008-03-05T07:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:34:09.137Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Omeria&apos;s picture and my sketch'/><title type='text'>Ghosts of Love (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R85MHYISJhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Lax6gmpJhhw/s1600-h/DSC02017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174156711515268626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R85MHYISJhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Lax6gmpJhhw/s400/DSC02017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R85KpoISJfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8TcPFAt15ZA/s1600-h/812small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174155100902532594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R85KpoISJfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8TcPFAt15ZA/s400/812small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Here is the sister work to yesterday's posting in which I did not play quite so fast and loose with techniques and although it is still mixed media most of it is oil paint. (60 x 70 cms mixed media 2005) I thought also to include the sketch made from life on which I based the couple in this painting. Forgive the bad photo with its "hotspot" - it was too difficult to remove it from the frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4675759502977692126?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4675759502977692126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4675759502977692126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4675759502977692126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4675759502977692126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/ghosts-of-love-2.html' title='Ghosts of Love (2)'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R85MHYISJhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Lax6gmpJhhw/s72-c/DSC02017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4981878042109454088</id><published>2008-03-04T17:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:39:28.409Z</updated><title type='text'>One candle will be enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R82G-xRbNfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zrXHx_uR5Jg/s1600-h/809+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173939959855003122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R82G-xRbNfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zrXHx_uR5Jg/s400/809+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A poem of Cavafy reveals the poet in old age lighting a single candle, its soft light creating the "fitting" atmosphere to bring on the ghosts of his past love life. He sits in the candlelight and waits for them to come.  In  my painting (60 x 70 cms, mixed media 2005) there are several candles and their reflections because I got carried away with them as objects. The space has exterior-interior ambiguity but I feel it in fact to be an interior I knew well and the red coverlet and the table also making regular appearances in my compositions of that time.  Tomorrow the sister work.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4981878042109454088?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4981878042109454088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4981878042109454088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4981878042109454088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4981878042109454088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-candle-will-be-enough.html' title='One candle will be enough...'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R82G-xRbNfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zrXHx_uR5Jg/s72-c/809+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-6750438025393242056</id><published>2008-03-03T11:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:55:19.084Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with short poses'/><title type='text'>One minute studies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8vgBRwVgiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OYlhmCJlVlw/s1600-h/a1j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173474909515776546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8vgBRwVgiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OYlhmCJlVlw/s400/a1j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8vgBxwVgjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7Gg8DS3n2EU/s1600-h/a2j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173474918105711154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8vgBxwVgjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7Gg8DS3n2EU/s400/a2j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of linear nude studies (A4 pencil on paper) made in London in 2000 and finally exhibited and sold in Nicosia in 2005. If memory serves, these two are the same model and occasion. This was John Crossland's studio at the Hampstead Art School, where the model would "perform" a string of thirty one-minute poses just before the break. It was amazing - unique to that studio - and a pure flow that cleared your head of everything except drawing. I have never found anything to compare with it since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-6750438025393242056?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6750438025393242056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=6750438025393242056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6750438025393242056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6750438025393242056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-minute-studies.html' title='One minute studies'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8vgBRwVgiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OYlhmCJlVlw/s72-c/a1j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2517729461108486990</id><published>2008-03-02T08:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T08:37:49.997Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with solution.'/><title type='text'>Solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8pkzhwVghI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-170u81dh9A/s1600-h/997small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173057958385648146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8pkzhwVghI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-170u81dh9A/s400/997small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a number of works following a session with a young couple who posed for our group in Nicosia in 2005. I worked in clay as well and because I was thinking three-dimensionally the paintings all turned out to have a sculptural quality. One of them is the red/blue oil pastel from a few postings back. This embrace is a layered work (&lt;em&gt;Solution&lt;/em&gt; 60 x 50 mixed media on canvas) with highly textured white acrylic overworked with glazes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2517729461108486990?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2517729461108486990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2517729461108486990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2517729461108486990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2517729461108486990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/solution.html' title='Solution'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8pkzhwVghI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-170u81dh9A/s72-c/997small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-3656610584893081103</id><published>2008-03-01T09:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-01T09:19:57.219Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Senjan&apos;s painting'/><title type='text'>After Maillol Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8kdYRwVggI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sMsVFqZyUQE/s1600-h/957small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172697949931930114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8kdYRwVggI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sMsVFqZyUQE/s400/957small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unusually for me, an abstract work, (&lt;em&gt;Fourteen&lt;/em&gt;, A4, watercolour,  2005) based on the composition of Maillol that I stole and worked in lino print and oil pastel further back down the blog. In this work you would need extraordinary powers of recognition to discover the work that inspired it. It doesn't matter any more although I think the figures are legible. Using a rather perverse mixed media of watercolour and black printing ink it has metamorphosed into a rather ominous work about sex and death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-3656610584893081103?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3656610584893081103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=3656610584893081103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3656610584893081103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3656610584893081103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-maillol-again.html' title='After Maillol Again'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8kdYRwVggI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sMsVFqZyUQE/s72-c/957small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-3746963804930226111</id><published>2008-02-28T08:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:45:07.697Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Jochun&apos;s picture'/><title type='text'>Nude, reclining, arm raised and bent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8Zx7sxTKUI/AAAAAAAAANo/OSC82WlohtE/s1600-h/882small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171946492525750594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8Zx7sxTKUI/AAAAAAAAANo/OSC82WlohtE/s400/882small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This small watercolour (&lt;em&gt;Nude, reclining, arm bent behind her head&lt;/em&gt;, 10 x 15 cms 2005) is a very senusal work that has become rather abstracted without losing the readability of the figure and her langourous stretching body. I gave her a parody of a Rodin  title because although the technique is totally different the pose and atmosphere recall the sensual nudes of Rodin that must have been in my mind at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-3746963804930226111?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/3746963804930226111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=3746963804930226111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3746963804930226111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/3746963804930226111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/nude-reclining-arm-raised-and-bent.html' title='Nude, reclining, arm raised and bent'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8Zx7sxTKUI/AAAAAAAAANo/OSC82WlohtE/s72-c/882small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-352161947041603631</id><published>2008-02-27T07:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T08:14:20.741Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Farhad&apos;s painting'/><title type='text'>You made everything special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8UX28xTKTI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZjPAj4kuvos/s1600-h/943small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171565979898161458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8UX28xTKTI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZjPAj4kuvos/s400/943small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a tiny ink painting from 2004 which has been hanging on a bedroom wall in Canada since my exhibition in Nicosia. It is somewhat bluer than this and made in an ink that is so soluble and responsive, breaking up into so many subtle colours,  that I fear it may not be massively light fast. If it fades it will be a pity, for this drawing captured such an intense erotic mood with more concern for emotional content and happy accidents of line than concern for anatomical accuracy.  I recently saw an equally tiny, if not even tinier,  erotic ink drawing made in a similar way in a sketch book of Turner in an exhibition in London. It has inspired me to make more.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-352161947041603631?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/352161947041603631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=352161947041603631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/352161947041603631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/352161947041603631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-made-everything-special.html' title='You made everything special'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8UX28xTKTI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZjPAj4kuvos/s72-c/943small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-6272752482043360313</id><published>2008-02-26T14:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:40:52.098Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the oil pastel based on Maillol'/><title type='text'>After Maillol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8Qg2sxTKSI/AAAAAAAAANY/zIS_Znp2O4Q/s1600-h/redblue6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171294396231133474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8Qg2sxTKSI/AAAAAAAAANY/zIS_Znp2O4Q/s400/redblue6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A strange erotic scene from my 2006 oil pastel series that never graduated from its boring working title of "&lt;em&gt;Red/Blue".&lt;/em&gt; This one was inspired by a very linear drawing by Maillol which had an even worse title (&lt;em&gt;Deeper in&lt;/em&gt;).  The female figure seems to be in extremes of pleasure  - almost disintegrating in the tangle of bedsheets. The dog has a jealous air . The Cypriot shutters have worked their way in to the composition as so often with me.  And the dark skinned man with a fair-skinned woman was a combination that interested me at the time. I also made a lino-print of this composition which is somewhere way back down in this blog under the title &lt;em&gt;"After Maillol and Picasso".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-6272752482043360313?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6272752482043360313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=6272752482043360313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6272752482043360313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6272752482043360313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-maillol.html' title='After Maillol'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8Qg2sxTKSI/AAAAAAAAANY/zIS_Znp2O4Q/s72-c/redblue6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-6179511133438878190</id><published>2008-02-25T09:10:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:33:54.562Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with Peggy&apos;s serene pose'/><title type='text'>I change everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8KGI8xTKRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YnjE4UZDl98/s1600-h/DSC02010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170842810484730130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8KGI8xTKRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YnjE4UZDl98/s400/DSC02010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Models are all different but some are more different than others.   (&lt;em&gt;I change everything&lt;/em&gt;; 37 x 50 cms,  oil on panel 2008) This one took the place by storm and cast her influence on everything around her. With her striking platinum wig, very audacious make up and matching personality she led me to all these bright colours and naif almost humourous treatment of the space. The background elements seem infected by her presence and bend and respond to her personality. The couch seems like a turbulent waterfall with our model lying serenely on the edge unconcerned that she may be carried over at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-6179511133438878190?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6179511133438878190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=6179511133438878190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6179511133438878190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6179511133438878190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-change-everything.html' title='I change everything'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R8KGI8xTKRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YnjE4UZDl98/s72-c/DSC02010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4796722620079525129</id><published>2008-02-12T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:44:16.659Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the Mackenzies visitors book'/><title type='text'>Asleep at last..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R7Hv7sxTKQI/AAAAAAAAANI/cyr5SxNdGrk/s1600-h/madlebabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166174056479926530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R7Hv7sxTKQI/AAAAAAAAANI/cyr5SxNdGrk/s400/madlebabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A break from the watercolour series to share a sketch some friends sent me today. I made it in their visitors' book late one night in, I guess, 1997, when my baby daughter and I stayed with them in Paris.  The title speaks for itself.  At that age the hand is so tiny compared with the head... it comes from a time in my academy days in Brussels when I was preoccupied with what we called "&lt;em&gt;la respiration de la ligne".  &lt;/em&gt;And, in the Mackenzies precious book, I had only one chance to get it right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4796722620079525129?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4796722620079525129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4796722620079525129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4796722620079525129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4796722620079525129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/asleep-at-last.html' title='Asleep at last..'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R7Hv7sxTKQI/AAAAAAAAANI/cyr5SxNdGrk/s72-c/madlebabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-4402000525725611163</id><published>2008-02-11T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:23:07.611Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with WYICL (3)'/><title type='text'>With you I can Live (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R7CCucxTKPI/AAAAAAAAANA/UCeNr_ULxRo/s1600-h/DSC02006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165772507102521586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R7CCucxTKPI/AAAAAAAAANA/UCeNr_ULxRo/s400/DSC02006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this is where I am up to with this .. (&lt;em&gt;With You I can Live (3) ink and watercolour on paper A5, 2008&lt;/em&gt;) again a couple of things to fix.. but I do not quite know what they are,  although I do know I don't want to shred this one. For now it has stopped speaking to me and I must keep vigil until it stirs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-4402000525725611163?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/4402000525725611163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=4402000525725611163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4402000525725611163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/4402000525725611163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-you-i-can-live-3.html' title='With you I can Live (3)'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R7CCucxTKPI/AAAAAAAAANA/UCeNr_ULxRo/s72-c/DSC02006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1416918233494600440</id><published>2008-02-09T08:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T08:41:29.227Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the first of WYICL'/><title type='text'>With you I can live (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R61g3sxTKNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ngKTKdPd8Zc/s1600-h/couple+november.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164890857690835154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R61g3sxTKNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ngKTKdPd8Zc/s400/couple+november.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A stroke of good fortune, this couple posed for me late last year and I am beginning to work with my sketches. This watercolour is a very quick, instinctive response to my fact-finding original pencil sketch. I like the title (a cast-off from Tracey Emin) because it means more than one thing. &lt;em&gt;(With you I can live (1) watercolour and ink on paper A4 2008) &lt;/em&gt;As I was just saying to a friend, no matter whether male or female, fat or thin, old or young, the nude is always a beautiful thing to draw. The only thing more beautiful than that is two nudes, entwined. There is an infinity of possibilities once you start to look. At that point you forget what you are actually looking at and lose yourself in the landscape of the figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1416918233494600440?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1416918233494600440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1416918233494600440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1416918233494600440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1416918233494600440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-you-i-can-live-1.html' title='With you I can live (1)'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R61g3sxTKNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ngKTKdPd8Zc/s72-c/couple+november.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-8966969870217956506</id><published>2008-02-06T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:25:13.612Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model and bright colours'/><title type='text'>Self Portrait with Model and (still-living) Plants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6oGFSRHhbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D3hUNN8J5sY/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163946610606441906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6oGFSRHhbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D3hUNN8J5sY/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good likeness of me in this rather naive painting, quickly executed and full of primary colors and simple forms. (&lt;em&gt;Self Portrait with Model before the Plants died;  50 x 60 cms;  oil on canvas;  2006).  &lt;/em&gt;It makes me nostaligic beause we threw away those plants this week, reduced as they were to mere blackened stumps.  Nothing ever survives in that vast room despite Alberto's attempts to grow things.  Only creativity. But I am going to buy replacement plants because hope survives also...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-8966969870217956506?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/8966969870217956506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=8966969870217956506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8966969870217956506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/8966969870217956506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/self-portrait-with-model-and-still.html' title='Self Portrait with Model and (still-living) Plants.'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6oGFSRHhbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D3hUNN8J5sY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-6752656138817310329</id><published>2008-02-05T09:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:23:25.167Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the red/blue clay study'/><title type='text'>Study for work in clay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6gnSyRHhaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/birr6Mrler4/s1600-h/redblue4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163420176464971170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6gnSyRHhaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/birr6Mrler4/s400/redblue4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This oil pastel study (Red/Blue couple 30 x 24 cms, 2006) started life as a study for a clay model working from a couple who posed in a room with many wooden shutters in Nicosia. Those shutters were in nearly all my work at one time and are given a very free treatment here. The couple are in a strange, rather awkward formation. Mostly my Cyprus works showed couples in sadness or tension. There is an element of tenderness in this one. Tomorrow I resume work in the print studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-6752656138817310329?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/6752656138817310329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=6752656138817310329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6752656138817310329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/6752656138817310329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/study-for-work-in-clay.html' title='Study for work in clay'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6gnSyRHhaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/birr6Mrler4/s72-c/redblue4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-2449405571489048117</id><published>2008-02-02T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:58:10.187Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the Maillol composition'/><title type='text'>After Maillol and Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6SAfiRHhXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VjZ8cVpb31c/s1600-h/19+After+Maillol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162392352136332658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6SAfiRHhXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VjZ8cVpb31c/s400/19+After+Maillol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A linoprint I made just before leaving Cyprus, (&lt;em&gt;After Maillol&lt;/em&gt;,  linocut, 20 x 29 cms) derived from the reverse image of a very linear concept by Andre Maillol .. who was pleased to entitle it "Deeper in".   It has a lighting scheme borrowed from Picasso.. yes, ok, I know am a magpie but I don't care, because I don't believe that artistic stealing is actually possible. What you take from others is your connection to tradition and you make it your own.. In this condition Maillol and Picasso certainly wouldn't want it, although it is not bad of its kind.. But now I have taken another look at it, I intend to re-work it much improved - so watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-2449405571489048117?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/2449405571489048117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=2449405571489048117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2449405571489048117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/2449405571489048117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-maillol-and-picasso.html' title='After Maillol and Picasso'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6SAfiRHhXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VjZ8cVpb31c/s72-c/19+After+Maillol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-5508046213341837530</id><published>2008-02-01T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:46:23.430Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one with the shadow on the wall'/><title type='text'>The shadow on the wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6NZUiRHhWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uj0MTaJFGGI/s1600-h/DSC00485+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162067807227577698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6NZUiRHhWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uj0MTaJFGGI/s400/DSC00485+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first started working in this studio in the Netherlands I couldn't do anything other than work big because the space is so gigantic and airy. Sometimes it is good to remind myself of the kind of flying feeling I first used to have in there. This is one of the massive quick chalk sketches I made as a response to the space .. I guess it is about 1.50 square... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-5508046213341837530?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/5508046213341837530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=5508046213341837530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5508046213341837530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/5508046213341837530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/shadow-on-wall.html' title='The shadow on the wall'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6NZUiRHhWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uj0MTaJFGGI/s72-c/DSC00485+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1073217658642146252</id><published>2008-02-01T17:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:55:15.580+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with the ink drawing Farhad bought'/><title type='text'>Yes, I said yes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6NVBiRHhVI/AAAAAAAAALw/9I2vX1FlbxA/s1600-h/yes+yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162063082763552082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6NVBiRHhVI/AAAAAAAAALw/9I2vX1FlbxA/s400/yes+yes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is an ink painting I somehow never posted, from my 2005 exhibition in Nicosia which was about couples in tension - against the background of two communities in tension. In this tiny rather abstract and erotic work the female figure seems to pull away from the male, and almost evaporate into the foreground. Or is she falling forwards and melting into him? Don't ask me I only painted it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1073217658642146252?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1073217658642146252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1073217658642146252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1073217658642146252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1073217658642146252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes-i-said-yes.html' title='Yes, I said yes..'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6NVBiRHhVI/AAAAAAAAALw/9I2vX1FlbxA/s72-c/yes+yes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-7104809500572932195</id><published>2008-01-31T08:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:05:50.713Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one i posted for Farhad and gave to Jane'/><title type='text'>Won't take no...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6GMdSRHhUI/AAAAAAAAALo/LUMJKtdC3oo/s1600-h/31+couple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161561082691028290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6GMdSRHhUI/AAAAAAAAALo/LUMJKtdC3oo/s400/31+couple.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today another kind of print with much less process (&lt;em&gt;Won't take no&lt;/em&gt;; monoprint, 12 x 17 cm 2006) but quite suited to the spontaneity of the subject - a hungry moment of lovemaking.  In fact the drawing which is a sudden swift outpouring of the imagination - is on the back. For those who don't know, monoprints are made by "floating" paper on a piece of glass thinly coated with oil paint and drawing with pencil or the tip of a brush. The work in reverse image is on the underside.  My friend Jane loved this one so I gave it to her and thought to blog it since it has gone out into the world. A moment of pleasure,  produced in a moment of pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-7104809500572932195?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7104809500572932195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=7104809500572932195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7104809500572932195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7104809500572932195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2008/01/wont-take-no.html' title='Won&apos;t take no...'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R6GMdSRHhUI/AAAAAAAAALo/LUMJKtdC3oo/s72-c/31+couple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-1722542323766592539</id><published>2007-11-28T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T10:08:01.079Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one with studies for the ficus pods etching'/><title type='text'>Objects of transition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R008wn0JpaI/AAAAAAAAALY/GWZ7svnDdtM/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137829555918710178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R008wn0JpaI/AAAAAAAAALY/GWZ7svnDdtM/s400/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R008Xn0JpZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CdwzJy_4bKs/s1600-h/DSC01912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137829126421980562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R008Xn0JpZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CdwzJy_4bKs/s400/DSC01912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wherever I go around my house I find juxtapositions of things that reflect my gypsy life.. These two sketches (A3, pencil and coloured pencil on paper, 2007) show a bunch of ficus pods, picked up under a tree near the Ledra Crossing Point in Nicosia, casually sitting on an antique Delft tile. Delft, the pictureque town of Vermeer, is at the end of a tram line that passes by my house. Two small objects from two small countries.. there the similarity ends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-1722542323766592539?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/1722542323766592539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=1722542323766592539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1722542323766592539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/1722542323766592539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2007/11/objects-of-transition.html' title='Objects of transition'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R008wn0JpaI/AAAAAAAAALY/GWZ7svnDdtM/s72-c/DSC01913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300899481151150877.post-7433911430126564586</id><published>2007-11-21T09:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T09:42:48.348Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one where I made Henriette all yellow'/><title type='text'>Amy Winehouse stole my beehive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R0P5730JpYI/AAAAAAAAALI/q2ydwVsI32M/s1600-h/P7070092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135222807122781570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R0P5730JpYI/AAAAAAAAALI/q2ydwVsI32M/s400/P7070092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henriette is always discernable by her black beehive hairstyle which pre-dates Amy "Wijnhuis", by quite some time. This little scribble from last year (oil on paper 30 x 40) looks like an excercise in using up whatever was left on my palette and I think it had better be the last yellow nude I ever make as I can't think what possessed me to make her such a billious colour. All the same I thought to post it because, simplistic as it is, it's an affectionate and enthusiastic little piece. Tomorrow its the print studio and the call of the acid bath again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a bientot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300899481151150877-7433911430126564586?l=untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/feeds/7433911430126564586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300899481151150877&amp;postID=7433911430126564586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7433911430126564586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300899481151150877/posts/default/7433911430126564586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untitledbyjanewalker.blogspot.com/2007/11/quick-and-lively-study-of-henriette.html' title='Amy Winehouse stole my beehive'/><author><name>Jane Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00228326088566707595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/SaV77oeLwuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6MP4qDQSSws/S220/me+at+show_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqO9Ap1s6QE/R0P5730JpYI/AAAAAAAAALI/q2ydwVsI32M/s72-c/P7070092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
