Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Cropped oval

Cropped oval of a standing figure


Pastel on Strathmore 18"x24" cohen labelle, ©mcl

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Waiting

It's one thing to decide on a pose --  that process is fairly democratic, more or less.  There is, of course,  the inevitable thrashing out of suitable and reasonable, good ideas that takes place before an agreeable compromise can be reached so that the model's pose is of interest to everyone.
But an equal challenge presents itself to the model who must hold a position for a given block of time before a buzzer signals a rest - in terms of her inner life it might not be unlike waiting for a phone call or a bus, or a meal to be served.


Pastel on Strathmore 18"x24" cropped - ©mcl

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Farmer's field,

Fog rolling in. Escarpment near Jerseyville Rd


Pastel on canson  9"x12" ©mcl

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Uncomplaining

Although her head is supported by a cushion and there is some sort of rudimentary blanket on which to lie, the mattress on the modelling stand is missing -- as if it was ever there in the first place. She insists however that she is perfectly comfortable.


                                Chalk on Kraft paper 18"x 24" © mcl, April, 2015

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Insomniac chair

Tirelessly waiting to be sat in, looked at, or drawn at any time of day or if need be, in the middle of the night.

























Office chair, charcoal on wonky graph paper, 8½"x11" ©mcl 2017

Saturday, April 15, 2017

A family

My late Mother's,  all in one self- procreating, multi-use wrench family, plus a stack of supermarket coupons she had lying around, asking to be put to use - gives birth to this mid 20th century op art acrylic collage master-piece on masonite! Brilliant, Faye -- I miss you.













One wrench serves all-- © Faye LaBelle;  acrylic and collage on masonite 16" x 36"

Monday, April 10, 2017

Small Change

The innocent penny, now extinct and other coins. The penny is made of almost pure copper. The nickel is made of nickel that comes from mines in Sudbury in our near/far Ontario north featuring our industrious beaver -- and he/she too, might be the next to go on the chopping block. Then there's big or significant change like the loonie and toonie. The toonie so called because it replaced our two dollar bill years ago. The loonie -- named after our mournful songbird, the loon.
Why do we call it change? As a child, I was obsessed with change, I used to crave it -- filthy lucre. I searched for it in the tight recesses of our stuffed sofas and on the fair grounds where we lived in small prairie towns. I would dream about finding unlimited piles of change and wake up empty handed of course.
Now when I think about my infatuation with change it all seems somewhat pointless and absurd.



Charcoal, pastel and assorted coinage on typewriter paper 
8½ x11 © mcl