Monday, 26 June 2017

Paintings of gardens developing themes poo and the Royal Academy Of Arts

I've painted individual flowers a few years ago...poppies that I grew myself to commemorate my relatives who died lived during the great war, they were large paintings of a single flower painstakingly painted in multiple washes of every red I could find in acrylic paint...I allowed no white or other color to be Im moving on after a decades break ... to paint gardens of joy and light you can see more of my fumblings on this on my blog site http:/

In terms of gardens though one of  the best painting I have ever seen is by John Piper titled "under a potting shed"  it is a huge triptych that used to hang in the Whitworth Gallery Manchester  but now on the internet  I can find little reference to them...but however  the image is fixed in my mind...knowing that gardens can be light and bright as well as dark mouldy and full of creepy crawlies ...I feel that I want to paint both...because out of creepiness comes light ... the best roses are after all grown in shit and human shit is reputedly the best fertilizer as is pissing in a watering can full of water. The thought of that brings out the boy in me... maybe thats why I love a large jug of ale and a walk to the garden shed ..anyhow..moving quickly on:-

Heres an article link to Monets Garden  followed by some humble doodles by myself

Flowers Monets gardens,  Joaqins Sorolla  gardens of light or  under a potting shed 

Using the work of Monet as a starting point, this landmark exhibition examines the role gardens played in the evolution of art from the early 1860s through to the 1920s.

Trace the emergence of the modern garden in its many forms and glories as we take you through a period of great social change and innovation in the arts. Discover the paintings of some of the most important Impressionist, Post-Impressionist and Avant-Garde artists of the early twentieth century as they explore this theme.

Please note, paid tickets have now sold out. We recommend that Friends of the RA reserve free tickets in advance to guarantee entry at their preferred time.

Monet, arguably the most important painter of gardens in the history of art, once said he owed his painting “to flowers”. But Monet was far from alone in his fascination with the horticultural world, which is why we will also be bringing you masterpieces by Renoir, Cezanne, Pissarro, Manet, Sargent, Kandinsky, Van Gogh, Matisse, Klimt and Klee.

For these artists and others, the garden gave them the freedom to break new ground and explore the ever-changing world around them. Highlights include a remarkable selection of works by Monet, including the monumental Agapanthus Triptych, reunited specifically for the exhibition, Renoir’s Monet Painting in His Garden at Argenteuil and Kandinsky’s Murnau The Garden II.

As our galleries are bathed in the colour and light of more than 120 works, see the garden in art with fresh eyes.

East Barn Garden  Brinscall acrylics 2016 Rob Miller RSA

Lingholm walled garden water lilies Rob Miller RSA

Lingholm walled garden west gate Rob Miller RSA

Saturday, 17 June 2017

Friday, 16 June 2017

Painting outdoors en plein air in Portugal's Alentejo Rob Miller

Here' s a selection of paintings in oils acrylics watercolour  by the Lancashire painter and artist Rob Miller.  I'm not only passionate about my work my paintings I'm also passionate about the environment we live in at home in the Northern Uk as well as those in Europe. Global environmental change doesn't recognise Nation States.

The other vision  of Montado;  An English Painter in the Iberian Montado

The colour was a deeper pink, bright, despite the shade, with tints of yellow caused by the flight of small birds, which flew, landed and perched amongst its branches. Below, a long quivering flash of yellow ochre, interspersed with even brighter light cadmiums’ and pale blue lights. All around, above and to the side, lush cobalt greens with deeper tones of mauve and purple. All of this was set in a deep shade which delivered a cool heat to my skin. A welcome break from the searing light that vibrated from the palest lemon grasslands which moved and crashed like the sea against the grove of Cork Oak trees and the small Tamarisks that sheltered beneath them.

I am not surprised the Tamarisk is described in the book of Genesis as the tree were Abraham first met God. For the vision I beheld was wonderful and alongside the noise of creation in an air that was static with insects,  birds and the smells of this warm earthy land, a delicious light musk: which cleared my mind like an angel. How can I explain in words? I set to with my watercolours, my ink, pen and brush on my pad of paper to record this vision, this experience, painting like a poet would write.

Sometimes the best relationships that you can have do occur purely by chance.  This is how it happens. You meet someone who you didn’t know; you have no preconceptions, no knowledge of who or what they are; no understanding of their language, their history; their success, their troubles, their joy or their sadness. You walk into a room and though you didn’t expect anything to happen, there they are and you feel that you already know them and you like them very much.

It was the same thing for me as a painter when I met the Iberian Montado. It was pure chance. I stayed for some months near Estapona in a new development on the coast. Around us the concrete housing blocks sprawled in between golf courses, endlessly swallowing the campo beneath a dust filled sky. By the second month I had had enough. I headed for the Seirra. Within 30 minutes I had entered a different landscape,  the Iberian Montado.  By chance I had met a new world and I liked it very much.

The next year I explored deeper into the Seirras de las  Nieves and the biosphere reserve the Seirra de Grazalema. Finally I produced a body of work that I showed in the First International Arts Exhibition in Marbella.
Since then I have read essays on the Iberian Montado. There are it appears, many issues. Changing agricultural practices, desertification, aging populations, the destruction of woodland.  As a landscape painter I work very hard to drop all intellectualism so that I can be mentally naked for the days painting looking, feeling and responding with unfettered lines, shapes and  colour.

A painting is worth a thousand words.

Different lines and shapes create different emotional responses in people. The gentle slopes of the Alentejo Montado make the old forests a unique visual experience.  The oaks dominate on a macro is the classic linear Alantejo, a small stand of oaks amongst sloping grasslands with a more distant forest stretching as far as the eye can see. Painting on my own one day near Evora, I wanted to feel the micro climate of the bio mass. I was a little lost, deep in an old large wood.  I was fully focussed on making my painting. In the background I hear the occasional cows bell, birds and animals. Then I heard someone sighing, followed by stillness.  Again I hear the sigh and I see a narrow shimmer of leaves moving towards me between 1 and 1.5metres high, a light moist wind touched my face then is gone. I try to paint this unique bio sensation. I need my brush strokes to record the moment, like a musical note. So I paint each sigh, making intuitive marks moving my brush quickly across the canvas in shimmering, cobalt green and silver mauve.  I suppose the bigger the forest the better the lungs.

Certainly in the higher parts of the Montado were the woodland is less and the thinner soils  look overworked, the air is dry to the skin and  my  palate  becomes more tawny and desert like, with only small amounts of distant green and blue.  You find more interesting shapes and busier places when you look for lush green in the Alantejo.  The white and orange rectangles of casa rural and the bright colours of the women at work in the smaller  vine fields such as at  Santa Margarida close to clear streams, olives, fruit trees and diverse crops.

I was introduced to the Alentejo by the Painter Manuel Casa Branca we had a joint interest in the biomass of the cork oak and the Cork  harvest.. On the day, we woke early and drew the cork oak being harvested. Dependant on the amount of  tree cover, the dappled light changed the visual situation. Moving from warm ochre’s were the trees thinned to the coolest and deepest of grey greens in the thickest woodland. The opportunity was fantastic the gang workers moved very quickly working with ancient tools in a primordial way. We worked hard drawing and following them through rolling dense woodland, were the undergrowth tore at our clothes and skin, we went by abandoned, adobe, rural buildings and neglected meadows. It was hot and dusty except by a small stream. I worked in charcoal on large organic papers. The pattern of colours was shifting as the sun rose, my point of interest moving from green blues to oranges then reds. Strong curving verticals dominated everything, below a dense roof of twisted branches, the men’s shapes appeared small against the large oaks as they moved in a ritual dance from tree to tree. Finally they were gone from sight and sound and then there was nothing, that is apart from the long low mauve, horizon line and above it a searing lemon globe of light, higher still dusted pinks melting into azure blues and then infinity.

I return every year to paint en plain air, exhibit my work, meet friends and join with an enthusiastic group of Portuguese, Spanish and German artists, poets and art lovers at Herdado do Gaviaso Casa Rural.

Rob Miller 2013

Monday, 5 June 2017

A painting of Langdale Pikes by Lake District artist Rob Miller

Langdale Pikes Oil on Canvas 
Deservedly one of the most popular walks in the Lakes it is worth savouring the day and not to scrimp and save time to tick the summits. Tackle Jack’s Rake under the 400′ rock face of Pavey Ark  at your own peril, although there are easier alternatives at either side, before continuing the walk over Pike O’ Stickle and its vertigo inducing summit.  The ascent to Stickle Tarn (at 1500′) is steep and well trodden, but once there the panorama opens up and the options are endless. The rugged scrambles up to the summit of Pavey Ark are followed by an innocuous stroll over the three famous Stickles of Harrison, Loft and Pike. The best descent is down Troughton Beck to the North West of Pike O’Stickle, again steep and rocky but completing a wonderful round.

Although the pub and hotel at the foot of the Langdale Pikes are both named after the Dungeon Ghyll the stream of that name is not used by walkers. Climbers may attempt the steep sided gill which rises a few hundred yards to the west of the popular Stickle Ghyll ascent.

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